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Texting [VER. 3] [Hetalia: Allied Forces x Reader]Conversation with China (Wang Yao)
Thursday, 7:43 PM

You: Have you gotten the hang of texting yet?
China: I'm trying to type
You: On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the best and 1 being the worst at texting I think you're -400
China: You mean. What you doing.
You: Correcting your grammar. It's supposed to be "You're mean. What ARE you doing?"
China: Shit up
You: O_o What?
China: I mean shut up
You: I think you deserve an F- in language and social skills
China: Impossible. Asian people never get F
You: Well congrats; you just broke a new world record
China: :)
You: I think you meant :(
China: Oh.
China: :(
You: There you go.

Texting [Hetalia: Russia x Reader]Monday, 11:27 PM – Conversation with Russia (Ivan Braginski)

You: Hey you! :) Are you still awake?
Russia: Da.
You: What are you doing up so late?
Russia: I'm watching TV, but there's nothing good on, so Ivan decided to watch Jack Frost.
You: So you're watching Jack Frost.
Russia: Da.
You: I hated that movie! Hahaha now I can't stop laughing… Sorry, I'm just laughing for stupid reasons.
Russia: …can't [Name] ever stop laughing?
You: …no. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Russia: Ivan has an impulse to walk over to your house and kill you now, da.
You: But it's snowing bricks out there, and it's like -10 degrees. And my house

Cute Art [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]"Get down from that tree this instant! That's an order, [Name]!"

"No!"

"Bitte… You're going to get hurt!"

"No!" You bitterly sat in the tree, hugging your knees to yourself as you sat in the tallest branch of the large maple tree in your backyard. You were slightly startled as a small gust made the tree wave slightly, but secured yourself as you scowled down at Ludwig. He had worry reflecting in his sky-blue eyes, and his hair was slightly messed up. You turned your face away and stared at the city lights as the sky faded to a deep purple-blue hue.

"[Name], please get down!"

"No!"

What had happened earlier to cause you to climb a toweri

Germany?! [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]

You stepped into Ludwig's room, about to talk to him about the last World Meeting, when…

"Kesese! Look who stepped in, kleinen bruder! It's your girlfriend!"

"Vat?! Vait, vhy?"

"…you have a girlfriend?"

You nearly had a tremendous nosebleed when you saw the three Germans. Germania, Germany and Prussia, all dressed like Germany?! Hair slicked back, fancy suits… You couldn't stand it anymore. You fell over, unconscious.

"She'll be okay, right?"

AustriaXReader Invisible Pianist"_______! Schwester!"

One minute you were there, and the next... Gone.

There was a fight between the Axis powers and the Allies. It was supposed to be a small ordeal. However, when you had shoved your big brother Germany out of the way of one of England's spells, things had become far more serious.

"Vhat did you do vith mein schwester, black sheep?" Germany snarled, grabbing England by the collar of his military uniform. "Vhere is she?!"

"I don't know!" England panicked, "I must have misplaced a letter or mispronounced a word-"

Germany growled and shoved him on the ground.

"I-I'm sorry! It shouldn't have happened; it was an accident!"

Nightfall [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]You shifted uncomfortably in bed as Ludwig continued to try but with no avail, get the power back on. It'd been snowing for a while, and since the five inches you had trudged through earlier, you weren't sure how much snow had fallen on top of it. The cold you got from being outside for so long still had its aftereffects on you; your nose was a touch of red, your hair disheveled and your eyes still half-closed—after all, you were pretty lethargic, and as proof you yawned about every ten minutes or so. You turned around to open the curtains just a peek to check up on the situation outside; the snow plowing trucks still hadn't come around yet,

GermanyXReader - Chocolate   "I SWEAR, I'M GOING TO KILL SOMEBODY. AND SOON." You yelled.
   "________. . . calm down, please." Ludwig replied.

   "HOW CAN I FU--. . .How can I fudging calm down?!"
   "Zhere has to be a logical reason for zhis, ______. We don't need to kill anybody."
   "Oh no, Ludwig. He's going to die, and I'll make sure to make it slow and painful."

   "________. . .we can't do zhat."
   "Why the hell not?!"
   "That's, totally like, 50 cents, ______." Felix chipped holding up the 'Swear Jar'.
   "Here, this should cover my conversation, Felix." You threw $50 in the jar.
   "Okay!"
   "We can always get more of zhis, _______."
   "NO!"
   "JA!"
   "He stole it, Ludwig!"

   "It isn't zhat important, _______!"

   "DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK OF IT THAT WAY. IT. HAS. FEELINGS."
   "Nein. . . you can't kill

Germany x Sick!ReaderYou lay back on your bed, feeling the effects of your country's depression taking their toll on you. Your economy was in shambles, your government was corrupt, your people were suffering, and it was all piling up to make you horribly ill.

But you were a part of the Axis now, and you were doing everything you could to stay strong for them. The depression you could deal with. You could brush it off and smile away the pain, to make your allies not worry about you. Now that you could barely move, you were worried. What if Germany, the unofficial leader of your little group, now saw you as useless and threw you out in the cold? You were determine

Biscotti (GermanyxReader) "I'm using your kitchen, Ludwig!" You call to the blond German as you take out a bag of flour.
"Vat are you doing zis time, __________?" He asks, coming up behind you.
"Making Christmas cookies, duh! Biscotti, to be exact."
"Isn't zat Feliciano's zing?"
"Yeah, but he taught me how to make them. Besides, he's in Italy, remember?" You say, turning to face him.
"Ja, but vy do you have to make zem?" He questions, pecking you cheek.
"Because I like them. And you know you do, too, Luddy."
"Vould you stop calling me zat? Anyvay, go ahead. Just don't make a mess." He says sternly, crossing his arms for emphasis, his steel blue eyes flashing.
"Will do, Lud!" You say, getting to work.
&

RomanoxReader Out with the OldRomanoxReader
Out with the Old

Arguments between two people in a relationship are like fire. They can be started without warning and have terrible aftermaths; however, fire is also necessary for survival. So too are arguments imperative for a couple to remain strong. A small dispute every once in a while keeps a spark of excitement and danger alive in a relationship.

Naturally, one must remember that the arguments are to be kept under control. Like fire, if an argument becomes out of control it will soon engulf the couple, leaving in its wake destruction that if left untreated can become impossible to repair.

The thought of not being able

RomanoxReader~Request "And that is why I like tom-WHAAAA ROMANO WHAT IS THIS?!?" Spain cried, snapping the young child from his nap. His brown hair muffled over his face before he blew it back, the little curl on the right side of his head perked back up. Sitting there looking dumb, Spain finally shook his head at the large mess on the ground.
The girl that was with him, (Frist name) (last name), was quite astonished at the sight, but also felt a little bad for Spain. She had asked him to help pick out the 'best' tomatoes at the farmers market, and he delightfully took of the opportunity, and left little Romano at home. Only to discover..
"Bastard. You left me!"

Thunderstorms. - Germany x Reader.The lights were hitting trees, causing them to hit the cement sidewalk. Your knees curled up against your chest. Your Italian cheery friend, Feliciano was actually supposed to be coming over tonight for movies - but there had to be a thunderstorm so you had to cancel your plans.

So now, here you were. Curling against the window upon the bed, looking outside to the night sky. You heard your doorbell rang.

You ran downstairs. Could it be Feliciano? Did he come without notice? You flung open the door to a stranger; well, he was very... handsome, in ways more than one.

"I-" Before he could to finish his sentence, he fell on your doorstep. The

Hetalia GermanyxReader-Expressions

“There’s no way.”

“It’s not possible.”

“Oh, ja, it is!” Gilbert retorted to Ludwig and _____ as they sat in the airport, waiting for their luggage.

_____ rolled her eyes. “Gil, it’s impossible. There is absolutely no way you can put your entire fist in your mouth.”

“Ja, there is! Watch this!” As promised, Gilbert executed the stunt, inserting his fist gracelessly into his mouth, and winning the cheers of his best friends Antonio and Francis. Contorting his jaw, he managed to slip his fist back out and wipe his saliva off onto his pant leg.

Lu

~:GermanyxReader: Save me, Ludwig:~ 3 Dear Goodness, how on Earth could I have let this happened to me? You paced back and forth in your cramped jail cell, trying to think of a way to get away from the Allies and back with the Axis. You tapped your chin repeatedly in thought and gazed out between the iron bars to look at the dusty clock hanging over the door. Sooner of later, their going to want to interrogate me again. They should realized that I'm not going to tell them jack shit. You kicked the bars in frustration and leaned your forehead on the cool metal, closing your eyes. You started to think about Ludwig. You didn't know if he were dead or alive, seriously injured or jus

13. GermanyxReader: Home For The Holidays

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays,
For no matter how far away you roam -
When you long for the sunshine of a friendly gaze,
For the holidays - you can't beat home, sweet home!

- Home For The Holidays

You sighed as you looked out the window. It had been three months since Ludwig had been called back into action. "I guess I'm going to be spending Christmas alone." You looked fondly at the picture of you and your husband.
The phone rang…
"______________, the awesome me is inviting you to mein awesome Christmas party get over here now!"
You groaned, "Gil, the roads are covered in ice. I can't even get down the driveway. I'm

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Texting [VER. 2] [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]

by ~CRITTER-PIXELS11, Dec 16, 2012, 8:42:10 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / General / Short Stories

Conversation with Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt)

Wednesday, 9:07 AM

You: I hope this text got your phone taken away because your phone will ring! Bwahaha!
Germany: Was…? Who is this?
You: Guess who it is, man. Just guess.
Germany: Oh Gott… Is this you, bruder?
You: I'm going to make you eat gruel if you think I'm your brother.
Germany: …[Name]. We're both in class, so stop texting.
You: …no.
Germany: Please stop texting me.
You: …no. If you ask one more time, a surprise awaits you.
Germany: Knock it off, [Name].
You: You asked for it.
Germany: ?
You: spam
You: spam
You: spam
You: spam
You: spam
You: spam
You: spam
You: spam
Germany: I just turned the sound on for my phone on accident! Oh Gott [Name], stop! The teacher…!
You: spam
You: spam
You: spam
Germany: Schiesse. See me afterschool at my house, 2 o' clock sharp. I need to punish—TALK to you.
You: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA