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Je Suis Charlie (France x Reader)
Je Suis Charlie
“Francis? You okay?”
“Hm?” He glanced up at you, his eyes dull and shadowed, whites tainted red and cheeks swollen.
You slowly sat down on the couch beside him, never tearing you gaze from his tortured features. He looked terrible. So broken. So hurt. You forgot how much it pained him as a country when his people went through such times of misery; the world was in such a state of disarray, you often overlooked it ever effecting your friend. Like he was used to the discord. But you couldn't have been more wrong.
You gently took his hand in yours and cradled it between your palms. It was cold and limp, and he averted his eyes from yours to instead stare out the darkened window. The shades were drawn back and revealed the inky, cloudless sky. The moon hovered over the city of Paris, its light dying as it hit the fluorescent, man-made light of the city. Cars sped down roads, people milled through the streets, dozens of sounds could
Pick Up Lines (Russia x Reader)
“Are you sure this will work?” Ivan murmured, peeking around the corner at _____.
“Totally. I know what I’m doin’, bro.”
Ivan gave Alfred a skeptical look.
“If you’re so unsure then why don’t you give it a shot, oh ye of so little faith?”
A sigh rolled passed Ivan’s lips as he nodded. “Right. Well… wish me luck.”
“Dude, you won’t need any!” Alfred said, and busted out laughing.
Ivan straightened his coat and scarf, fiddled with his hair just out of self-
consciousness, and then made to turn the corner. He paused and took a step back, purple eyes snapping to Alfred’s questioning face.
“If this doesn’t work,” Ivan began, and he slipped a hand into his coat to pull out his pipe, “then I will be making sure you won’t ever give anyone advice again, okay?”
Alfred began to sweat as he stumbled backwards, a nervous chuckle the only sound
Pick Up Lines (America x Reader)
“And so that concludes our meeting,” Germany stated, removing his glasses and setting them on his papers. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, clearly exhausted. “Please, everyone, make sure to take into consideration what we have discussed.”
Murmurs echoed through the room as the countries continued to argue and banter.
You nudged Germany with your elbow. “What did we talk about today?”
“Nothing,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I just say it because it sounds professional.”
Everyone was already packed and walking out the doors by the time you shoved your empty notes into your briefcase; even Germany was halfway out of the room before you even snapped the top closed.
Sighing, you shoved away from the long table and stretched.
Another meeting with another inconclusive end. Bickering upon bickering, with Germany and you attempting to interfere and Germany nearly losing hi
Stupid Snow (Russia x Reader)
“Snow, snow, snow, and more snow,” _______ griped, glaring at the white fluff as it engulfed her boots. “I hate snow.”
Ivan chuckled but didn’t comment. It was common for most people to hate snow towards the end of winter, but _______ hated it before, during, and after, no matter the time or season. It was something she simply disdained.
_______ kicked at a thick chunk of ice. She sighed and stuck her hands in her pockets, feeling unusually grouchy. It was like she could never get warm during winter; there was always a breeze that squeezed its way through a window, always a chill that seeped through thick jackets, always a cursed cold that went deep into the marrow of its victim’s bones. Ivan never seemed to mind snow or winter or chills, and despite his being Russian, she didn’t understand it. Didn’t it bother him even a little?
“I don’t get you,” she grumbled, scowling at the
Basket Weaving (Deidara x Reader)
Slight crack story! :iconheplz:
He bent down to examine the sculpture. “Hmmm...” After a moment of quiet observation, he pulled back and clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Nope. Un.”
You hung your head in exhaustion. “But I really tried this time...”
“Well,” he replied stolidly, “I don't see it.”
Your jaw tightened but you didn't respond. For two hours you had been stuck in a smelly, hot room with a pyromaniac who refused to let you leave until you made the “perfect” art. He had given you a leering grin when relating this news to you, and something inside your mind nagged that you were probably going to die. There was no way to please someone like him – an egotistical, self-centered and vain bastard who would gladly marry his artwork if it were possible. Basically, you were screwed.
You gripped the clay so tightly it oozed between your fingers. “
Hey, Happy Valentine's Day (Suigetsu x Reader)
Hey, Happy Valentine's Day
He had it coming.
Yep, he could admit it to himself.
He had it coming.
Suigetsu laughed manically, tearing around a corner and down an empty hall. He had just done the unthinkable –
It had been a carefully thought-out plan (not really) in which he had taken an empty box of chocolates and with some tedious work filled it with small water bombs. Of course, he had to add to the affect with a sweet, handwritten note stuck to the top of the box that went a little something like this:
I wanted to wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day. I am sorry for picking on you all the time and acting obnoxious. I hope you will reconsider your hatred for me and be my Valentine.
To top it all off, he had tied it together with a decorative ribbon and left it sitting at the foot of your neatly made bed, innocently waiting for you to pop it open with delight. And you had. He listened outside of your door as you murmur