~Fourth of July~ AmericaXReader "____?" a familiar voice called out. "Do you know where the flags are?" "Yeah, um in the storage," you shouted back, your voice echoing off of the decorative walls of Alfred's house. "Okay!" was the call back. "Hurry up Al, the fireworks are gonna start soon!" You heard his footsteps on the tile fade away as he made his way to the storage room. You continued your decorating, absorbed in your work. You two were decorating Alfred's house for his birthday, which was today. You had wanted to decorate it last week but he had been busy with his friends. Sometimes, the American was just too much for you. I mean, sure, you were best friends... but he was just so lively. He gave off energy, and just sitting around him could get you motivated easily. He became so busy with all the friends he made he almost had no time to do any business or serious work. So, he had called last minute begging you to help him
I talk to Cleverbot about HetaliaDisclaimer: I don't own hetalia or cleverbot.I decided to talk to Cleverbot because I hadn't in a while and I had read another conversation and it looked fun. This was a 15 minute conversation I had about it with Hetalia... and other things. I started by saying I'm Alfred. The second line is Cleverbot and the third is me and so on. Plz read discription for credit to the person who gave me this idea. Also, the parentheses means an authors note.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------BE EXCITED!!! AMERICA'S HERE!!! I'M THE HERO!!!You're... Captian America?No.He's my hero.No I'm not Captain America, I'm Alfred.That's nice.Where is the name Alfred F. Jones from?Because he was a popular figure in Norse mythology.(I assure you he was not.)*facepalm*.Oh, so you are a fan of Jean luc Picard?What!? No. Okay, focus. Hetalia.I think I should go. I have to write an essay.What!? You're a computer!Yes.Why would you have too write an essay then...
~Save Your Life~ SpainXReader~I'm about to lose my mind, you've been gone for so long... I'm running out of time... I need a doctor, call me a doctor. I need a doctor... doctor... to bring me back to life...~---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As that song played on your Ipod as you walked along the bridge that spanned across the bay of your home town, Orange Bay. Tears fought against your (e/c) eyes threatening to stream down your cheeks. Your throat tightened as you fought them back, you didn't even dare blink because then the dam would burst open and you wouldn't be able to stop. Then, it hit you. The glittering expanse of Orange Bay sparkled gently up at you catching your eye. You looked over the edge of the bridge and stopped. The rail wasn't too high... No! Why were you even thinking that!? A passerby walked by you shooting a dirty glance. Then, something inside your body snapped. Something more th
~Crowns~(Chapter 5) EnglandXReader "Congratulations, love," the smile that was present in front of your eyes made you feel like you had just drank a cup of (fav hot drink). All you could think to describe it was... amazing. "Alright, we're going to the Rose Ceremony. This is the opposite of the Coronation. Everybody will act their normal selves instead of being all polite, so don't expect bowing or anything like that," Elizabeta currently was filling you in on the information needed for the next chapter of your day. The Rose Ceremony. "Alright," you nodded curtly, trying to retain as much information as you could. "I want you to take cues that will be given to you, and I want you to stay as close to me as possible. The Rose Club's gatherings tend to get out of hand. If you somehow manage to lose me, I want you to get out of everybody's way and sight. Text me if that happens and I'll come find you," she seemed very serious about that part, looking you
~The Good Witch~ AmericaXReader (Prologue)Icy blue eyes peered out from behind the bright green walls of the castle. A delicate hand reached up, petting the smooth surface with almost longing look. "N-Natalia?" a soft voice mewled, overlaid with a heavy accent. "What is it?" the blue eyes locked onto another figure. "I'm kinda scared," the figure moved to stand by the icy gazed person in the shadows. "Psh, you can't be scared now. We haven't even broken in!" she pulled her hood down more, in an attempt to cover her face. "But-" "No, no buts yet sister. Now help me open this," the blue eyes drifted towards the large green doors standing proudly in the center of the golden path in front of them. The blue eyed girl removed her hood delicately, revealing long blonde hair tied with a violet bow. She would have been rather attractive, if it wasn't for her scowl plastered onto her features. She looked back at the other girl, motioning for her to remove her hood also. The other had rather opposite featu
~Brave Matador~ SpainXReader "Es hora de comenzar el torneo anual de toro de lidia. El primer concursante es..." the speakers announced with a booming echo. People smiled speaking different languages, mainly Spanish with a few people speaking English. It was like a really popular fair you had went to once in (home country) Your head buzzed with all of the people saying things so fast you couldn't understand them anymore. After a while it became a white noise. Then a voice called out. It sounded like the most beautiful song in existence, and it was in English (Well because it was in English. You had gotten sick of picking up words here and there that you knew vaguely), "____! There you are!" You turned, it was your friend, well boyfriend, Antonio. He was the one who had convinced you to go to the the tournament in the first place. He was going to be in it and you didn't want to miss the chance to see him. You perked your head up at the sound of his name on the speakers. He smiled at you and gave you a l
What? What are we doing?All right. This is gonna offend quite a bit of people and I probably shouldn't even write this, but this really hasn't been I don't know... discussed?Lately I've come to realize just how divided the Hetalia fandom is. I don't know how to put this, but I guess I'll just try to write from a non-biased point of view. I have a picture in my head of the fandom. It's kind of like a giant Venn-Diagram. Here we have the XReader people in this corner, then the Pairing Only Fanfic people. They are in the Fanfic category. Then we have the Fanart category. These consist of the 'I don't support pairings, I just draw characters' and the 'I draw pairings'. Also, let's not forget the cosplayers. Then last but not least, we have the 'I only watch the anime/read the manga' people over here. Now, these all overlap. There are many many many people in two or even three categories. But there are also many many many people in only one category. They can be neutral about
~Grumpy Valentine~ RomanoXReader "So, will you be my valentine?" "No," he said rather bluntly. You turned your head up towards the chocolate eyed Italian. Another? This year Lovino seemed pretty popular. This was the third girl to ask him, and it wasn't even first period. Lovino turned away from the tearing brunette. Your own (e/c) eyes darted away to your feet not wanting to see her cry. She was fairly good friends with you but not good enough that you would do anything about it. She trudged away slowly, leaving the Italian to glance at her before turning around to walk to his next class. Now. "Hey, Lovino," you smiled at him and pretended that you didn't just witness the scene before you. "Ciao, ___," he said simply barely acknowleging your presence. You knew not to be discouraged, he was always like this. "You seem to be pretty popular this year. It's not even first period," you said careful not to reveal that you'd been paying attention to him all morning. The bell rang and you resisted the