Prize for K8tly1n!
Warning for language.
Enjoy!
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“Oi, _____! Hurry up, dammit! We’re going to be late!” Matthew Williams stood outside, pounding on the front door. You opened your bedroom window. “Chill, will you? I’m gonna be a few minutes. You can leave without me if you want.” He quit abusing the door to cross his arms. “No thanks. I’ll wait.”
“That’s what I thought.” You shut the window and continued getting ready. After a minute Matthew started knocking again. Grabbing your things and half falling down the
Bored (2P America x Reader x 2P Canada) by Smol-Daemon, literature
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Bored (2P America x Reader x 2P Canada)
Al says, "I." Matt says, "Am." (Name) says, "BORED. Seriously there is nothing to do and I'm hungry." Matt got his camera out just in case some kind of funny shit happened. "Yeah. Me too. Bitch go make me a sandwich," Al says. "Motherfucker." (Name) got out her nun chucks and started to beat Al with them. "Bitch *smack* you are *punch* going to *hit* make your own *brass knuckles* SANDWICH!"
She is straddling his hip when she notices something hard down there. "Matt is he getting off on this," she asked him. "Um...Yeah," he replies. "Fuck Al," she yells.
"Matt I'm going to make pancakes do you want any?," she asked him. "Sure," he answers. "
Canada x Reader: Canadian Please (Songfic) by LadyLyacaria, literature
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Canada x Reader: Canadian Please (Songfic)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yeah, I know that you wanna be Canadian please
Even if in winter things tend to freeze
We got the world monopoly on trees
And our country's bordered by three different seas
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As soon as the world conference ended, you hastily looked around to spot a certain curl on top of the head of your crush. Yes, you couldn't deny it: You, the great (country), called (Name) as a human, had a huge crush on this certain nation with the two-toned hair and violet eyes. You've had for a while now.
Alright, let's be honest: Since the very first time you had made eye contact with him, you had fallen for h
Seven Minutes in Heaven: 2P!Canada by lilacgiraffe, literature
Literature
Seven Minutes in Heaven: 2P!Canada
You groan and shove your hand into the old hat and pull out a...
Hockey Stick Key Chain?
"Canada?" you ask, confused, looking for the shy blonde that you haden't seen all night.
"Not the one you were expecting." a gruff voice said from behind you. Spinning, you stare at the owner of the voice. He was tall, blonde and in a flannel. He looked exactly like Canada except he had no glasses and his hair was pulled back.
"Oh..." you say, you voice quiet, "Hi."
"Hey," he replies, bored already.
Thankfully, there's always Prussia. "Both of you, in the closet now!" he shouts, causing you to squeek and take off to the dark room. Still, the new Can
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Canada) by lilacgiraffe, literature
Literature
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Canada)
You roll your eyes and stick your hand in, grabbing a
Little Bottle of Maple Syrup!
"This is actually really cute!" you giggle, fingering the maple leaf pressed into the glass, "Canada, is this yours?"
"Um... ya..." he blushes, stepping towards you.
"I didn't even know you came, bro!" America shouts as Prussia leads you to the closet.
"No matter, even if you just can show up, stay in there for 7 minutes!" Prussia laughs, slamming the door shut.
"I didn't just appear, I came with you, idiot." Canada says. glaring at the door.
"I knew you were here." you said quietly.
"You did?" he turns to face you, violet eyes wide in shock.
"Well, y
Magical Malady: CanadaXReader by kita-kudai, literature
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Magical Malady: CanadaXReader
You could hear banging at your door. You frowned. It was five in the morning. You had spent all night getting the paperwork done from weeks of neglect because of a long meeting that drug out for too long with America. Your boss said you could have the day off if you managed that and yet someone was banging at your door in the god-forbidden hours of the morning early morning. You had just crawled into bed too. You were about to fall asleep when you were startled because of the noise. Now you would never fall asleep. You stumbled out of bed, grumbling softly to yourself. You couldn't turn someone away. It could be important. If something
"Just how fond of me are you?" Matthew asked.
"Fond?" you echoed.
"You've changed since we first met, ____________ " Matthew remarked, "I was just wondering what I was to you "
You fell silent. For a while, the two of you just sat on the park bench, watching others walk past as you struggled to think of something to say to him. He was pushing you because of his own insecurities about the relationship, you knew. He was afraid that you had forgotten him or were using him to get close to Alfred. How to put those feelings to words? Ever since dating Matthew after that magical mishap with his brother, you had been struggling to put yo
CanadaXReader: What Every Girl Wants to Hear by kita-kudai, literature
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CanadaXReader: What Every Girl Wants to Hear
Prussia watched as you walked off again. He sighed in exasperation. He had been trying to weeks to get you to go out with him. You stalked away, going over to talk to England about a trade that your countries were to be involved in the next week. You had glowered at Prussia for not getting it. You used to like him, yes, but his ego was too much to deal with a times. If he had just said something that wasn't conceited or selfish for once you would have agreed to go out with him. But it had been hard to continue to say no. You had been afraid that if you had, he would either lose interest or you would cave but then he would never change and you
You hummed along to the song playing on your IPod as you made your way through nearly deserted park. Your breath created little clouds in the cold evening air. The sun was quickly setting now, and you could feel the oncoming snowstorm fast approaching.
You pulled your thin jacket more tightly around you. The weathermen had tricked you. They told you it was going to be in the 60s, and only drop to 50 during the night.
50 degrees my frozen ass.
You stopped. There was someone on the path, far enough that you could only make out their basic form. They appeared to be…………twirling?
Your eyebrows knit together and you