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A Russia Fanfic - The Natives A Russia Fanfic - The NativesA Russia Fanfic - The Natives by Allyt14
During the world confrence meeting, you simply sat there bored, but curious about what aruguments were happening, along while chatting about little things with Ivan.
When the subject of Finding the Americas came up between Alfred, Francis, Arthur, and Antonio your curiosity peaked along with getting slightly angry. You see, You are the personification of the Native American Tribes in the Americas. So needless to say, You were still holding a grudge against the four men.
You crossed your arms and huffed lightly while listening to the arugument from different sides. Your friend Tamika, Who was the personifacation of Africa became mad aswell.
"Well I found America first!" England cried out in fury to the French and Spanish men. "Honhonhon, But I found Canada first." The Frenchman shot back. "Si, but I founded Slave trade to the new world amigos." The Spainard smirked.
At this, You and Tamika both shot out of your seats emmiting a
GermanyXReader 'I Love you too much' Chapter 5 ~Your POV~GermanyXReader 'I Love you too much' Chapter 5 by Allyt14
You give him a small smile. "Thank you for the offer but I don't think you'll have to." You say and he gives you a funny look. "And why is that?" He asks. You just smile fondly "Ludwig should be in the building by now and you should be leaving so America won't get mad and throw one of his temper tantrums." You say and try to find a more comfortable position on the floor. He sighs.
"Alright but atleast let me clean up those nasty gashes on you love." He says and pulls out a small first-aid kit. You nod to him and hold your head up enough to where he can clean the gash on the left side of your face. He puts rubbing alcohol on a cloth and you wince when he puts it to your face. He gives you a reassuring smile and continues to clean all of them with you wincing every so often.
I can't help but to think how idiotic America is to hire fools to gaurd this place. When the elevator finally stops I got out and look around. I see a window into a ro
AmericaXReader 2012You smiled as you got the bag of popcorn out of the microwave and poured it all into a bowl. You walked into your living room to see your boyfriend of 3 years. Alfred F. Jones, Or as he calls himself, 'The Hero' putting in a DVD. "So Alfred, what movie are we watching tonight?" You asked him smiling.AmericaXReader 2012 by Allyt14
"2012! Haha babe, can you believe people actually believed that the world was gonna end today?!" He asked pulling you down next to him on the couch. You smiled. "Well nobody knows when the world will end so we can't judge people on what they believe." You told him. "True! Haha but let's watch this! And I'm gonna make it through the entire movie this time!" He said pressing play. You smirked.
"We'll see Al." You said, knowing that withen the first few minutes he'd be in your lap, or he'd drag you into his. The main screen came up and he made it to the part where the meteors started raining down before he pulled you into his lap, making you spill all the popcorn in the process. You frowne
Changing of the Guard - England x ReaderChanging of the Guard - England x Reader by MysticalDreams18
Palace Guard England x American Traveler Reader
------- “No one ever said travel was easy. We all get lonely and homesick at some point.” ~ Anonymous -------
The clicking of your heels against the pavement seemed to rhythmically lull you into a sort of daze, allowing your thoughts to wander. People of all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities walked past you through the bustling crowds as you continued to walk down the same strip of sidewalk that you had been wandering on for the past twenty minutes. Were you lost? Most likely. Did you care? Meh, the whole point of traveling is to get lost, so no…you didn't care so much. But did you feel lonely? Yes. Oh God yes. Perhaps traveling to London by yourself wasn't such a good idea after all.
Since you are from the United States, the layout of the town was something you weren't
Netherlands x Reader: Bad HabitsTimNetherlands x Reader: Bad Habits by InsanityVixen
“You should quit you know.”
As per usual, the only response you received was a noncommittal grunt, accompanied by another exhalation of wispy smoke as Tim held the cancer-stick between his lips. You sighed, resigning yourself to yet another failed attempt at convincing your friend to quit his bad habit. The was a time where you would have tried pleading with the older male, begging even, but after several years it had finally sunk in that such tactics were ineffective.
Tim was a family friend, one who had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember. When you were younger he was the big brother you’d never had; now, almost twenty years down the line, his place in your heart was far more exclusive. Of course, being six years your senior as well as your constant companion since he was eight, the blond man still viewed you as little more than a child.
This addiction of his had started in his mid-teens, a fact he’d sworn you to secrecy on after
My DeviantART StoryWell, I've told stories about alien werewolves, half-vampire swordsmen, paranormal INTERPOL, a crazy woman eating people to stay young and beautiful, and shown frames of said stories at one point or another, but it seems I've neglected my own story. If you've the ear to listen, I've the words to sate.My DeviantART Story by Schwarzer-Carnifex
My deviant story begins long before the 3 to 4 years I've had the account. Much longer until about 2007, when I first discovered a :iconBlack-Rat: comic on YouTube that had been converted into a sort of video. It was about, surprise, surprise, a goth turning into a werewolf. Being fascinated with the art, I made an account the next day. And then after a basketball clocked me over the back of the head at school, I forgot about the account and the video. I rediscovered the video circa 2010 after looking through my history for a Heaven Shall Burn song that I liked.
As luck would have it, I met my first author the next day, Richard Harland. Hearing his story about writing steampunk stories du