AliceTomatoChan

Iceland x Reader x Hong Kong Please comment if you think I should continue this ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You were walking into school on a Monday already wishing you could stay home for the week, why? Because Friday is the Valentines Day Dance. You are known as (Y/N) (L/N), you are one of the most popular girls in your school, you weren't one of those snobby, narcissistic, high pitched giggling, heavy makeup wearing type, you were the quite, self reserved and intelligent, this made many boy fall head over heels for you and made many girl envious of you, so why would you hate it? Because all the boys would be fawning over you an

It was generally a bright sunny day at the country of Greenland. Fishermen from various towns gathered as another day of back breaking work awaits them. Even though the freezing winds brush against their exposed flesh, their smiles never seem to falter and in fact grew even more as they bid their good mornings to a certain blonde girl who cheerfully wished them a safe trip. White waves of foamy sea water washed over Greenland's feet as the young girl tip toed over the shoreline. The water was really cold and it bit through her flesh but Greenland doesn't seem to mind. It was all normal and it felt like home. Curls of light blonde hair swept

"Jeez... Finland, don't you think they're wrapped up enough? They're gonna look like a pair of snowballs themselves in a minute.'' Said the tall blonde nation, known to the others as Denmark, an eyebrow raised, and looking at the smaller blonde nation, who was currently squatting down so he was eye level with the two childern; Iceland and Greenland, at ages 7 and 6, the youngest of the nordic nations. ''I just don't want them to catch at cold. Too close to Christmas to be coughing and sneezing.'' Finland retorted, fiddling with Iceland's scarf. ''Is it too tight?'' asked the violet eyed nation, and the boy responded with a shake of his head.

The elegant, muted red and gold surroundings caught your interest, from the moment you walked into the place. Sipping your drink casually, you meandered amongst the aisles of lined-up slot machines and the tables around which many were crowded, hoping to strike it rich. Gambling wasn't exactly your scene, however, when your friends decided to take a trip to Monte Carlo in Monaco, home of the famous Monte Carlo Casino, you knew that you had to see this famed place. You had planned to spend the evening here, and retire back to the hotel early, ready for tomorrow's boating trip. The place was more crowded than you could have ever imagined, and

          America calls you to the center of the room and holds out his large, patriotic hat for you. “Pick something good dude. We don't want you to get stuck with anyone super boring.” He smiled wide and gave the hat a quick shake before letting you place your hand inside. You felt around the cramped hat for a moment before picking your item. Lifting the item up and out of the hat you recognized it as a glove, the kind one would wear with a nice suit and tie. Still, these could belong to quite a few of the guys at the party. “Whose glove is this?” You held the lone glove above your head so everyone could get a look

  Gilbert- 6th Grade   Ludwig- 5th Grade   You- 3rd Grade     --      "Papa Germania!", You screeched quite loudly, running into his arms.   "(Name)...? Vhat is zhe meaning of your actions? You know better, zhan to yell-   while indoors.", The German made an attempt at a small lecture, which you almost   completely ignored.      "Heh, She's been like zhis all day, She even sat vith me, und mein friends   at lunch, und ranted about somezing I didn't quite understand...", Gilbert   laug

  Getting woken up at late hours during this time of year was rather habitual with a 5 year old in the house. With hot, muggy weather came thunderstorms which would affright the poor child.  Not only that, but being the only girl in the house, the young boy usually looked up to you as more of a mother-figure than a sister. Your mother passed away when you were 7, the day that Ludwig, your youngest brother was born.  Since then, you and your older brother, Gilbert, having been helping your father care for the boy. Gilbert, who was 12 at the time, took more responsibility with household chores while you helped your father more in taking car

  China stood by the window and watched. Watched as the beautiful girl took the sword from its mount and lay the cool metal to the back of his neck. He feared for what her next move might be, the blade moving away from the scruff of her neck and towards her silky hair.   He averted his brown eyes towards the darkened outside world. No matter what, China couldn't bring himself to watch the girl do what she was thinking of doing.   Shhhhing   Looking back up, he saw as some last strands of her midnight, jet-black hair fell to the ground in a pile. Her hair was shortened, the longest strands hitting her back a bit.  

Norway x Reader               A large smirk appeared on your face. You had a playful glint in your (e/c) eyes. Everything was about to fall into place. "I can't wait to see his reaction," you snickered to yourself. "It'll be priceless!" You wiggled your fingers above the keyboard, and clicked send. "Now, I wait…heh-heh….." you put your fingers together, as an evil mastermind would. "BWAHAHAHAHA-" your evil laughter was interrupted by your friend, who was at the moment, one of your victims. He probably wouldn't care that much, since he enjoyed pranking and trolling others with you. "__________? I heard THAT laugh….what