Gilbert x Reader ONESHOT- Yo-yo in the FaceGilbert x Reader ONESHOT- Yo-yo in the Face by longlivehetalia1
WARNING: There is some cursing and violence. Don't like? Don't read!
Ludwig stood up and declared, “That is the end of the World Meeting.”
You sighed in relief. That was the most boring meeting EVER. (Thanks to the uptight blonde *cough* potato bastard *cough*)
You felt down in your pocket for your most prized possession. Your yo-yo.
You put the loop over your finger and started to do whatever you do with a yo-yo.
Then a certain Prussian just had to dump a water balloon on your head.
Everyone in the room paused and stared at you.
“GILBERT!” you screamed in seething rage.
“Kesesese,” he laughed, “I love your reaction to mein awesome prank.”
You looked around the room and your eyes landed on a laughing Russian in the corner of the room.
“Oh, Ivan~,” you called in a dark voice, “Can you hold down the stupid Prussian over there for me?”
“Kolkolkol, of cour
Sexuality [England x Male!Reader]"Arthur?"Sexuality [England x Male!Reader] by xTsu-chan
"I do believe that my sexuality has changed drastically in the course of a year."
"...You prefer women to men now?"
"Quite the contrary."
"...Do you want to know what it is?"
"...I suppose I must know since this affects our relationship."
"No it doesn't."
"BLOODY HELL! HOW DOES THIS NOT-"
[Name] smiled at Arthur from across the kitchen table, the small dusting of pink on his cheeks nothing in comparison to the furious red that was now Arthur's skin colour. "Do-"
"LEAVE ME BLOODY ALONE YOU WANKER!" Arthur yelled as he stood up and stomped out of the room, his blush intensifying ten-fold.
[Name]'s smile grew even wider as he watched the Brit's retreating form, a small chuckle escaping from him. "I love you too!"
Winged!German Brothers X Reader- The Birdmen 1Winged!German Brothers X Reader- The Birdmen 1 by PitchBlackRose
Avians: Human/bird hybrids that are a popular motif in mythology and folklore.
You were in awe of them. They looked so much different than they had in the photographs. They're long unkempt hair had been sheared short, and their locks now shined with cleanliness. They'd been washed, clothed in silken pants. They were breathtaking.
Piercing eyes of icy blue and bloody red stared at you as the two lounged in their nest. Right now, they looked very much like two regular twenty-some year olds. But of course, you knew better.
"Don't stare, dear!" your father chided quietly and you quickly turned away from the windowed enclosure, cheeks pink.
Ever since you'd started homeschooling, your father loved to bring you along to his research lab. This allowed you access to sights and knowledge others would have to wait years for, which was in all rights exciting, but nothing, nothing, had ever, nor would ever top the sight you had before you now.
Glancing back at t