SpainxReader: Stay The SameSitting up in the warm, comfortable king sized bed, you rubbed the sleep from your (e/c) eyes with a yawn. Next to you, Antonio Fernández Carriedo continued to slumber. You smiled gently at his adorably venerable tanned face. His brown eyelashes were so long that you could have counted each individual hair. Leaning forward, you planted a light kiss on his cheek. The gesture made him stir slightly, slowly opening one bright green eye to stare blearily at you. It took several moments before your presence registered in his sleep-filled mind. His lips curved upward into a loving smile."Buenos Dias, (Name)." He stated, sitting
LithuaniaXReader: LovestruckFlashing strobe lights in every color of the rainbow illuminated the shiny black dance floor. Bodies swayed to the beat of a catchy tune blasting from the enormous speakers suspended from the plain ceiling. It was too loud, too crowded, and too damn warm for your tastes. You glared at your good friend Alfred F. Jones, angry about having been dragged from the safety of your home and pitched out of your comfort zone.The American wasn't even paying attention to you! Some best friend he is, your mind grumbled.Out of the corner of one eye, you noticed a young man looking every bit as out of place as you. He was sitting at the deserted bar next
GermanyxReader: Misunderstanding"Oh no! (Name), you're doing it wrong! It should be like this~." Ludwig heard his best friend, Feliciano Vargas, through the thin cement walls of Hetalia Art Studio. His piercing light blue eyes narrowed slightly. He was jealous, plain and simple. Ludwig had quite the crush on you, although nobody knew it because it was a secret he'd protect with his life."No, Feli! Take it out, yours is too big!" You whined.Ludwig had to restrain himself from leaping up out of his chair in the lobby. It sounded as if you and Feli were "Veh?! No, yours is too small!" The Italian exclaimed, his statement followed by several grunts.By now, the ag
FrancexReader: Beautiful SoulTears trickled down your fair cheeks and mixed with the heavy rainfall as you ran away from your now ex-boyfriend, Francis Bonnefoy. You were sick of him flirting with any other human being that happened to be breathing. He was staring after you with a shocked look on his exquisitely handsome face the very face that he used to charm girls into his bed. Well, you were different. In fact, you had never done it with him before, but had heard stories from other girls that he was simply fantastic. It made your blood boil with pure jealousy to think he would sleep with other women, but not his own girlfriend."Wait, mon chérie!" Franci
Still looks really cool.