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My Mistake One-Sided!Reader X GermanyMy MistakeMy Mistake One-Sided!Reader X Germany by ~tigerlilybeats
Germany X One-Sided!Reader
I wait patiently in the alley near a three story building in Braunau am inn, Austria, as I hear the loud screams taking place in the building. I was awaiting the birth of a very special baby boy who will become one of the most evil characters in world history. Adolf Hitler will be his name. See, I was sent here on a mission. To exterminate the little bastard after birth, at all costs. Even if it means dying young, I have to get rid of him. If I fail, millions of lives will be lost. That itself was a lot of pressure. As I wait, I recall the words that were spoken to me before I travelled here.
// "____.
99 Red Balloons (1/3) America x Reader99 red balloons ~part 1/3~99 Red Balloons (1/3) America x Reader by ~tigerlilybeats
"This is going to be great, _____!" Alfred exclaimed as we walked out of the toy store, a bag containing a total of 100 red balloons in his hand. We were planning of filling them up with helium and releasing them into the sky. "I know! I'm so excited!", I squealed. We walked down the street towards an open space we had found a couple of weeks before we planned this. I had also purchased the helium tank to fill the balloons. Alfred made me carry it, the lazy bastard. We reached the plain and began setting up. Alfred opened the bag and pulled out the first balloon. He started filling it up....a little too big. "It's
From Sea to Shining Sea {AmericaxReader}From Sea to Shining SeaFrom Sea to Shining Sea {AmericaxReader} by ~tigerlilybeats
{AmericaxReader}
*Nudge*
"Babe?", I heard Alfred call from beside me. "Yeah?", I answered, rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes. "I...I can't sleep. Will you sing to me?", He asked. I rolled my eyes but smiled. This wasn't the first time he requested this, and definitely not the only one. The other countries sometimes call me if they can't sleep, claiming that I have "The voice of an angel", as Austria once said. As I sat up, I cleared my throat and began:
Oh beautiful, for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain.
America! America!
God shed his grace on t
An Angel With A Bloody Bat (2p!AmericaXReader)Caution: blood, swearing, and some relatively creepy strangersAn Angel With A Bloody Bat (2p!AmericaXReader) by ~moriartyssniper
You stood under the lone streetlamp, clutching your backpack to your chest, glancing nervously at anyone who seemed like trouble. But at this hour, anything could happen. You mentally damned your boss for making you stay after and clean up. Sure, the extra money would be nice, except for now you were stranded in the middle of the red light district.
You were so utterly exhausted, you had boarded the wrong bus and hadn’t noticed until it was too late, and now you were stuck there for another…fifteen minutes until the next bus was scheduled to arrive.
I’m too y
Teacher!Prussia x Student!ReaderWarning: I swear. A lot. More than I should. But not as much as Romano, which is where I draw the line. It's good to have boundaries, right?Teacher!Prussia x Student!Reader by ~666kurai
School sucks. Everyone knows that, right? But there's always that one class. There's always that one class where you find yourself actually enjoying yourself and learning something interesting. For you, that class was history. History with Mr. Beilschmidt. The albino man always found some tidbit to make the class laugh. His lessons were exciting, and he wasn't as uptight and stuffy as your other teachers. He was the type to sit up on his desk, legs crossed casually, and engage the whole damn class in a
Stereo Hearts: England x Reader songficIf I was just another dusty record on the shelfStereo Hearts: England x Reader songfic by ~666kurai
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else
If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that?
Like it read well, check it, Travie, I can handle that
You opened up the window, sticking out your head to find the source of the music. It had streamed into your ears late at night, and you had finally broken down to try to find its source. Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heros drifted towards you, making you smile. Another voice called your name, "_____?" You looked down onto your back lawn to see Arthur Kirkland. In his grasp, held high above his heads, was a big old fashioned stereo
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