InLoveWithHetalia

~See you again~ *Popular!Sweden X New!Reader* 'Has he really talked to you?' 'Oh my God,you are so lucky!He barely even talks!' 'The only moment I've heard him talk was in class,when the teacher asked him something ... I can even remember what!About Karl the 12th!' 'He has such an sexy accent.And his voice!Oh,his voice is so deep I could melt!' 'He's good at all!I haven't seen him once make a mistake.He certainly is the perfect boy!' 'His pale complexion and those blue eyes of his ... glasses make him look even more hot!Not to mention his perfect blonde hair!' 'If only he could express his feelings better!'. (Name) took her books from the

~The PDA Syndrome~ *Awesome!Trio X Reader* 'Yo dude!Remember that hot damn dancer chick I wanted to hit on?' - Matthias,3:28 'Yes,I do!Your point?' - (Name),3:32 'I slept with her man!' - Matthias,3:34 'And how do you know that?' - (Name),3:35 'I woke up covered in pink sparkle and red lipstick!' - Matthias,3:37 The (h/c) tucked a strad of hair back into her ponytail,chuckling at the Dane's silliness.She could have sworn she sensed his excitement through the phone. 'That...or maybe that Twillight Non-vampire-fairy dude effed you and powdered you with his fairy dust!' - (Name),3:40 'Man,you are such a funkiller!I am telling you I've got a ho

United Forces Switzerland x Reader Warnings: None. °°° "Well, aren´t you going to say something?" His eyes narrowed, looking with full hatred that the world hasn´t seen until now. His grip on the gun tightened, his index finger slightly pressing the tigger. "Why would I be supposed to greet an enemy?" He hissed, pressing the gun harder against your forehead. You half-closed your eyes while grinning, letting your grip on the gun you were holding also to losen, making it fall against the floor. "As you see, I didn´t came here to fight,  Vash " Oh, how you said his name with such hatred. He looked at you su

Age: 6 “Honestly! It’s degrading when you cling onto me like that!” The personification of Switzerland sighed as he looked down at the crying figure of the little child he had unintentionally adopted. “But I missed you!” the little girl cried harder, catching the taller blond off-guard. She… missed him? “Okay, okay. Stop crying already, you’re going to ruin my clothes.” he picked up little (name) and shook his head gently, his bangs swishing as he did so, “What am I going to do with you?” “You’re never at home, did I do something wrong?” (name) pouted, tears