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worldheadcanons · 1 year

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Can you do Axis x reader x Allies? They are all fighting for reader's love.

☆ axis vs allies: fighting for your love!

starring. . . gender neutral reader and north italy, germany, japan, america, + china.

author notes; this was super fun, i imagined it to be a sort of otome game scenario with multiple routes. like the protagonist/reader goes on dates with everyone until they choose just one person to be with. i couldn’t fit all the main allies in here, sorry anon! lmk if you want a part two for them or any other characters.

feliciano vargas!

— he knows that his colleagues are also interested in you. he’s not particularly discouraged though because, really, who wouldn’t be? you were attractive, intelligent, thoughtful— the whole package. vargas knows he has his own unique charms, traits that the allies and even the another axis don’t have. feliciano is cute and he knows how to use that to his advantage. alfred is cute too, but in a different way. he doubts the boisterous american could sweep you off your feet like he could.

— in terms of competition he views francis and ludwig as his biggest enemies. feliciano is smart enough to not let anyone ruin his personal relationships, so he doesn’t hold any real ill will towards the two. in fact, it’s because he likes them so much, especially ludwig, that he even considers them to be rivals in the first place. francis is very obviously romantic. he was the one who taught vargas the ropes, after all. however his romance was rather.. mature.. meanwhile, the italian preferred to keep his romance light and playful. ludwig was cute in a stoic way. he couldn’t flirt to save his life, but that was part of his appeal. he would give you a small smile as he tried his best to be romantic and your heart couldn’t help but melt.. yea, those two would be trouble.

— he likes to keep dates vague at first, leaving you unsure of whether or not things are platonic or romantic. unlike francis or arthur he doesn’t come on strong. the first dates are still pretty high class though. dinners at expensive restaurants, trips to private beaches, live music shows— feliciano’s willing to spend every dime on you and he’s not afraid to show it. all the while he’s joking and laughing with you, looking you lovingly in the eyes with the cutest boyish smile you’ve ever seen. he’ll whine and complain sometimes, pouting anytime you tease him. he’s pretty childish but he knows when to pull back so that it’s not annoying.

— when things get really romantic, you’ll know. he’ll take you to more public places. vargas has many family businesses that he’ll frequent with you. it’s his way of saying you’re closer than you were before. vargas will initiate a lot more pda too, holding your hand more often than not and reveling in the feeling of you leaning on his shoulder. he’s not opposed to cheek kisses either. occasionally he’ll ‘miss’ your cheek and nail a kiss close to your lips, hinting at what he could make happen in the future. what he hoped would happen in the future.

— eventually things will escalate to a point where he’ll personally ask you if you want to be with him or not. not because feliciano views it as a waste of time if you don’t want to continue on, but because he truly wants to be with you. he can’t stand not knowing anymore and he especially can’t stand not having you all to himself. vargas will be respective of your answer no matter what.. but.. he has a feeling you’ll say yes.

ludwig beilschmidt!

— he’s not particularly confident of himself in this area. romance was not ludwig’s strong suit. he knows that other countries are interested in you as well, which doesn’t help him feel any better. even feliciano was after you! despite it all, his older brother had encouraged him to try to win you over. so here he was. he would try his best. the german didn’t know it, but he had his own charms. he was stoic and sort of inexperienced but still a polite man. many ladies found this to be charming. in a way, his lack of romantic prowess was his power.

— his biggest competitors, in his mind, are feliciano and alfred. both for reasons he considers obvious. they’re both rather ‘naturally cute’ men. they had this boyish charm while still being mature. alfred was really funny which only helped his case. feliciano was great at romancing others and while ludwig doesn't know much about alfred’s love life, he figured that it was likely the american was the same way. gah.. just thinking about it makes him frown. he’s been at disadvantages before though, so he’s able to convince himself that things will be fine no matter the outcome. his opinion on the two of them doesn’t change because of the situation. beilschmidt understands that no one can help the way they feel. it’s no one man’s fault that they’re all pursuing the same person. he just wishes he didn’t have to go against vargas, one of his closest friends.

— his first dates are.. regular. but not in a bad way. ludwig spends his days beforehand researching and reading up on things like date etiquette, best cafes to take someone out to, good meals to order, conversation tactics, and more. he doesn’t mind putting in the extra work to catch up with the people he’s up against. he’ll try his best to be romantic the whole time by holding doors and complimenting you whenever the opportunity presents itself. he asks a few questions about you, wanting to get to know you for who you really are. your other suitors may take you out to expensive places but they probably weren’t actively trying to learn about you— at least that’s what the german was betting on.

— dates will slowly but surely become more tuned to your interests and personality. you like to paint? he’ll invite you out to a nice art bar where you two can create something together. you like to read? he’ll take you to a library-cafe. beilschmidt feels that these dates are the most personal. there’s more pda as he really gets comfortable. it’s mostly limited to hand holding. every so often at the end of dates he’ll ask for a kiss. if you oblige and give him one, you’ll get to see a small smile on his face as he admires you lovingly. he may even bite his lip, clearly whipped for you.

— of course, there’ll come a time where he decides to finally ask about your intentions. he asks a little bit later, not wanting to hold you down or force a decision onto you. with the guidance of his older brother, he’ll find the time to sit you down and ask if you want to date him… like, seriously date him. just him. no matter your answer, he’ll still want to be friends with you. he’s gotten to know you so well, he couldn’t just turn away from you.

kiku honda!

— he’s whipped for you, though it took him a bit longer than everyone else to realize it. kiku mostly labeled what he was feeling as feelings of admiration. once he notices the the pain in chest as he sees francis trying to serenade you, he realizes that he’s in love. deeply in love. it’s a bit awkward when he comes to you later than the other axis and politely asks if he can take you out sometime. despite the awkwardness, you say yes, with a smile. smiles are good. he knows a thing or two about going out with people so he’s not completely stressed about that. anything he doesn’t know he just researches beforehand, similarly to ludwig.

— his biggest competitor for your love, in his opinion, is feliciano. he’s cute, he’s funny— if honda was in your position, he would have folded for the other immediately. he’s a little worried about everyone really because he’s ‘late to the game’, but overall vargas is his biggest threat. things will be okay though, kiku assures himself. he knows he’s cute in his own way. many of his colleagues have commented on the fact that his relaxed expression was a cute one. it was rare for them to see him relaxed as he mostly thought of work related things when he was in their company. for you, however, it wouldn’t be rare to see. honda would make sure of that.

— the first dates, similarly to yao’s, are formal. they’re not uptight though, as he wants to seem cute to appeal to you as a boyfriend. there’s gift giving here and there, but he mostly focuses on doing things for you. just when you’re too lazy to cook for the night, kiku’s there to pick you up and take you to a luxurious restaurant. anytime you mention something that needs fixing, he’s on it. if he can’t fix it himself, he pays someone to do it in his stead. he insists that it’s normal and that you owe him nothing in return. he just wants to see you prosper, is all. pda is kept to a minimum, seeing as though it takes him a while to even work up the nerve to ask if he can kiss you. when he does finally kiss you, it’s immediately made clear that he’s experienced. nothing too passionate, of course. there’s a certain air of confidence and the kiss has just the right amount of chasteness to keep you wanting more.

— as things go on the two of you only get closer. his dates shift from formal outings to extremely casual dates. sometimes it’s buying manga and books together, sometimes it’s watching your favorite movies at home. honda’s favorite ‘date’ consists of you two sitting quietly together in the same room doing completely different things. kiku finds this to be extremely romantic. you’re both doing different things but still enjoying each other’s presence. he’ll be doing paperwork and you’ll be sitting with a computer and neither of you are talking but both of you are happy. during times like this, he may even lean over and kiss you on the cheek, commenting on how much he enjoys your company.

— he’s not afraid to ask you straight-out what you want for yourself and your future. honda doesn’t want to keep you from your version of happiness, even if that happiness is with another man. there’s no doubt that he wants what’s best for you.

alfred f. jones!

— he’s a bit thrown off that other men are also trying to romance you. from the very beginning he decides that you’re the one who wants to go steady with. alfred is thrown off, but not enough to give up. he knows his worth. he’s a funny guy, people like that. he’s cute too, smart when he wants to be. jones would ask arthur for help but.. he’d be better off asking a math teacher for help in a history class. he didn’t think kirkland was any good with romantic endeavors. he’d just have to wing it and do his best. it’d be fine.. probably.

— the american doesn’t think of anyone as competition really, but he does hate the idea of you going out with francis. i mean, come on! he’s quite literally known for being a romantic! hopefully you’d find his flirting corny or off putting instead of endearing. alfred’s not completely inept when it comes to romance but he’s no hot shot. most of the time when a flirt of his fails, people laugh it off because he’s just so cute while trying to be a flirty guy. he’s a loser, but an attractive one. people also enjoy the fact that he’s a bit chubby. he knows this only because of past experiences. hmm.. he supposes that ivan could pose an issue too. he’s always an issue in some way or another.

— his beginning dates are very fun! he’s more fond of going to carnivals, finding a drive in movie theater, stargazing, eating at diners, and dancing together than any modern date. lunch dates are fine and all but it’s just so boring to jones. it’s not that he needs a bunch of excitement but he wants these dates to be interesting. he hopes that after each date ends, he’s still on your mind. he doubts the others are taking you out to such cool places. he’s flirty on these dates, trying his hardest to impress you. he’ll hold your hand often on these dates, as physical contact is something he enjoys a lot. alfred doesn’t mind hugs or kisses this early either, especially if you’re dancing. if you’re not enjoying each other then why even go out? after each date he personally escorts you home. he also leaves you with a kiss to your hand, a sign that he still has some sense of politeness despite his eagerness.

— as things continue you’ll start to notice that he’s taking you to more distinctive places. instead of finding a drive in movie theater in the middle of nowhere, the american will take you to a roller rink he comes to often. the people there will know him and they’ll know you when he brings you in. apparently he talks about you to whoever will listen. it’s flattering albeit embarrassing. a lot of the places you’ll go will be places he enjoys and wants to share with you. alfred’s much softer now and a bit goofier, backing away from the flirty persona he attempted to put on for the first few dates. you’ll often find yourself leaning onto his shoulder as you try to recollect yourself after breaking down from laughter. it’s in these moments that he’ll smile at you, soaking in your happy expression. it’s a gorgeous expression, one he’d like to see all the time.

— one day jones realizes that he needs to be seriously dating you. he wanted to take you to an animal adoption center as a sort of surprise but he noticed that doing that was sort of a couple thing.. like a serious couple thing. alfred really thinks getting you a pet would be the best thing in the world. the two of you would make the best pet parents in his mind. it would make him a true hero. or close to one. so he swings by your place and directly asks you if you want to be his partner. he doesn’t stall once he realizes what he needs to do. jones believes that it’s best to just go for what you want. you only live once, after all.

yao wang!

— it’s not his first time courting a lady. he’s experienced. he even believes that he could outdo francis somewhat. only somewhat though. yao’s been around for a long time so he knows what people like and don’t like. it’s not that he’s a super romantic but he’s passionate no matter what, which draws you in. he suspects you have a thing for older men, which he doesn’t mind playing into. he’s aged like fine wine and he’s not afraid to flaunt it.

— there is no rivals or competition in wang’s mind. why think about the other guys when he can just focus his attention on you and him? if he had to choose, he’d say arthur, maybe. maybe. francis was too much of a try hard for your affections. kirkland was a mature man. he was polite. the british man seemed to know how to treat someone right. however, in the end, yao viewed himself as on top of it all. he refused to let himself get anxious over your other suitors. that’s how people lose. by worrying.

— he’s a calm and quiet pursuer, playing the long game. beginner dates are very formal. wang tries with all his might to impress you but he makes sure to do so in a way that seems effortless. like he could do this everyday. as if to say, ‘dating me will result in the best treatment for you everyday until death’. he could never say it outright, so he let his actions speak for him. he’s no sugar daddy and he never claims to be anything of the sort. he’s just giving you a taste of what your life could be like should you choose to spend it with him. yao also gives you lots of gifts, though he tries to keep them small so you’re not overwhelmed. he adores the face you make whenever you open up a present he’s gotten you. you’re always so happy to received them.. so graceful when you accept them.. he can’t help but want to spoil you. and that’s exactly what he’ll do, if you continue on.

— as you get closer, wang starts to feel younger. his few grey hairs seem to be jet black again. the dates become less formal and more casual for the both of you. often he’ll just invite you over to his house. he spends less time trying to impress you and more time just enjoying you and your company. you’ll start to hold hands, hug, and kiss a lot more now. he loves the feeling of your lips on his cheek. these dates are a lot more loose and fun, often ending with you two giggling as he holds you in his arms. yao likes to dance with you in his home, rocking back and forth with a smile on his face. he’s shown you what the two sides of your relationship would be like. the first side, what was seen by the public— expensive dinners, beautiful clothing for the both of you, and lovely gifts— and now, the second side, what wasn’t seen by the public. kisses to the forehead, cooking for each other, reading together, and laughing over nothing in particular.

— after a while wang will invite you over one day and pop the question. no, not marriage, though he does think you’d make a perfect partner.. he’ll ask if you want to start officially dating. he doesn’t know for sure if you’ll say yes, even though he’s used his tried-and-true method of dating on you. yao hopes for the best and prepares for the worst. he hopes for your love.. but he’s prepared to live life as just a friend of yours. boyfriend or otherwise, he’d like to be present in your life.

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serenityinstone · 25 days

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Feline Fiasco

Hetalia x Reader

This is written for a female reader but there isn't really anything specific that would suggest that besides a few references. If you want to read, I'm not going to stop you.

Also (Y/n) is completely uninterested in the countries for the majority of this, all she's interested in is the cats. This is way fluffier than anything else I've posted, which is two things, and this part is relatively America-centric because (Y/n) works for him. This is also way less quality work than those two posts but idk deal with it?

There is more to this but it's unfinished and I'll probably never post it. My friend also helped with the cat names so if you don't like them... uh assume that they chose them. One last note, I thought it would be funny to write the accents so you also have to deal with that.

As one of the many secretaries working in the White House, it was actually quite a surprise to you that you ended up as the main secretary to the human personification of the U.S.A.

Because of this, you had become quite close to Mr. F. Jones and more importantly: his cat.

You couldn't help but coo at the adorable and floofy feline. Sure, you should probably finish filing those papers, but national security can wait a few more minutes. Besides you couldn't resist the allure of the purr. It would be an understatement to say, when you learned that the other personifications also had furry friends of their own, you were excited.

America didn't want you interacting with the other countries, especially not Russia. But you honestly didn't care and you weren't the recording secretary for those meetings, so it's not like you were in attendance anyways. That somehow didn't stop you from having to tag along and meeting more nation cats; of which you weren't sure why they had brought them along in the first place. It's not like you were complaining.

Ball of fur after ball of fur. No cat went un-petted. Except for Germany's cat; he had evaded you time and time again. But no longer! For today was the last day and you were going to pet that cat if it was the last thing you did.

There it was. It's sleek black fur, the ribbon in Germany's signature colors around its neck, and that always alert look on its face. He would evade you no more. You crouched down in your very inflexible pencil skirt and prepared to pounce.

"Vhat are jou doing?" A voice thick with a German accent called out, startling you and the cat who decided to bound back towards him and into his arms.

"Uhhhh." You blanked.

"You're America's secretary right? Vat vere jou trying to do to my cat?" He questioned, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

You gulped and tried to explain your actions in a way that didn't sound absolutely ridiculous.

"I-uh. I wanted to pet your cat and… he kept evading me and I thought if I snuck up on him that I could pet him." You looked away and pitifully whispered, "Sorry."

"If jou vanted to pet him, all you had to do was ask."

"Really!?" Your eyes lit up and you looked up at the German with pure and unbridled excitement. He coughed and looked away with a slight blush resting on his cheeks.

"Of course." He held the cat out. You, with no hesitation whatsoever, immediately started to adore and love the cat, even shifting it from Germany's arms to your own.

As you continued to pet the cat, who despite his earlier refusal, seemed quite happy, you asked Germany a question. "My name's (Y/n). What's yours if you're willing to share? No pressure though."

His eyes widened a bit before he shook it off and gave you an answer. "Ludwig Beilschmidt." He responded, studying his cat. "Germouser seems to like jou."

You could barely stifle a laugh at the name he had given to the black cat. He sensed your amusement and gave an explanation.

"Feli- Italy named him. I vas going to name him Johann or something similar. Italy was zoroughly horrified by my suggestions and vould not rest until I vent vith his."

You smiled at the Italian's antics and shook your head with amusement. "Germouser is a fine name for an absolutely wonderful cat."

Germany seemed to get flustered again as he watched you coo at his cat, completely ignoring his presence. He would have just left him with you, but the meeting was starting soon and he didn't want to be late. Luckily for him, America decided to pop around the corner, demanding your attention. So you were forced to give up the precious kitty cat and return with Mr. Jones.

Alfred was annoyed. Not at you but at everyone else. Why did they have any right to be around you? You were an American citizen. His citizen. Sure, all you were really interested in was their cats. But what if you thought that they and their cats were so cool that you left him and went to live in a different country instead? He couldn't let that happen.

"So, (Y/n), dude, broette." He said on the way to the meeting room. "Here's the deal."

You gave him a look and raised an eyebrow.

"I need someone to watch Hero for me and my sitter flaked so you're gonna be watching him." He fingered-gunned at you and stars seemed to shine in the air around him. This, of course, was nothing new to you. It wasn’t like you would have rather been attending the meeting anyways.

So you stayed in a different unoccupied meeting room with a lovely, furry friend. It wasn't until he started hissing at a corner that you were in trouble.

"Hero, what's wrong?" You asked, concerned at the agitated cat. His tail bristled up and his ears flattened down as he took a defensive position. Out of nowhere another fluffy cat waltzed in from the very corner that Hero had been hissing at. It was Boris, a cat that belonged to Russia.

You hadn't actually gotten to pet him yet because to be honest, you were also scared of Russia. But… He wasn't around… and his cat was. And his cat was purring.

That was about all the reasoning that you needed to brush past Hero and scoop Boris up into your arms. The former started yowling for your attention and followed you as you went to sit down with the Russian cat.

You laid down on the plush carpeted floor and lifted the cat that you were holding up above you. Boris’ fluffy body was placed onto your chest and he immediately started purring louder once he got comfortable. He nuzzled his face into your neck, much to the annoyance of the American cat. Hero yowled at you and pawed at Boris, desperately trying to get him off.

Boris only gave him a smug look in return and kneaded into you, further solidifying his spot. Hero decided that it wasn’t worth the fight and that he was going to get his owner to remove the Russian cat and put him back into his mother’s lap: aka you.

The surprisingly smart and agile cat leapt around the room and pushed down the door handle, slipping out through the crack. You didn’t notice this as you were currently immersed in the bliss of a cat sitting on you and letting you pet it.

Eventually the purring lulled you into a peaceful and warm slumber, the two of you deciding to take a cat nap.

It would be Russia who found you first. Ivan realized that his cat had gone missing and he honestly didn’t care enough about the meeting to stay. It's not like anyone would try to stop him.

So as Hero bounded down the halls towards the meeting room, Mr. Ivan Braginsky came from the other direction; his sense of where his cat was at any one moment was completely uncanny.

The Russian gradually opened the wooden door and it quietly opened without any resistance. He turned his head towards where he heard purring and was met with a surprising sight. It was America’s secretary, with his cat, lying, with his cat.

You were breathing softly and the movements of your chest moving up and down also moved Boris. Ivan couldn’t help but faintly smile at the sight. Said cat opened a singular eye to acknowledge the new presence in the room. He flicked his tail and settled back into his spot. Not wanting to bother you or the cat, Ivan pulled out a chair and sat down.

He pulled out some paperwork, seemingly from nowhere, and began to work on it. The sounds of your quiet breathing, combined with the light purr from Boris, made for a calming work environment.

As the three of you remained in peaceful bliss, another kitty cat was running around the corner on the never ending search for food. Itabby trotted up and down the corridors looking for an open door that might lead to some food that didn’t come from England. Her golden fur glimmered as the sun shined through the many windows in the building. She looked over at a door that had opened slightly and was too blinded by the thought of food to notice the scarily familiar scent coming from the room.

Itabby scampered over to the door but screeched and meowed as she was sent flying by an American blonde and his equally irritated cat. She tentatively peered around the door at the scene forming.

“HEY!” Alfred yelled, startling both you and the cat. You shot up straight, Boris falling into your lap. “What are you doing with her?!” He yelled again, getting his face up into Ivan’s. The other man gave him an unamused look and stood up, towering over him. Alfred, despite this, did not back down and continued to stare angrily at him.

“Go away.” The white-haired male said, his accent heavy as he crossed his arms. “You have startled them with your unnecessary noise. You are just like the rest of your country.”

The air tensed and became heavier as the seconds went on. They began to size each other up as Hero, ironically, “heroically” walked proudly over to you and with his front paws, pushed Boris off of your lap. He quickly took his place and started purring. Boris’ fur began to puff up as he hunched down and prepared to pounce. His back legs flexed and he made the jump, sending both him and Hero flying towards their fighting owners, who were remarkably somehow not in a physical fight. Yet.

You very quickly realized that you did not want to be in the middle of two superpowers fighting and quietly took your leave. (E/c) eyes met feline amber ones and you swept up the cat and made your escape, leaving behind the feuding men and cats.

Itabby snuggled into your arms as you finally slowed down to catch your breath. Her round tail whooshed back and forth as you tiredly walked through the long hallway. The two of you eventually ended up in the rose gardens of the meeting building. The area was well taken care of and beautiful if you did say so yourself. The meeting was taking place in England and Mr. Jones had told you about how the Brit enjoyed gardening, so it made sense as to why it was here.

Speaking of the British, you spotted a fluffy feline shape from the corner of your eye. It was deeper into the gardens and among the trees. Itabby finally decided that it was time to go and return to her owner. She gracefully leaped out of your arms and landed on all fours and trotted off to beg Italy for some pasta. You instead continued your approach to the cat, which at this point, you could tell was a Scottish Fold.

The left side of his face was brown and so was his tail. Alike to his owner, he seemed to have what you assumed were some kind of eyebrows and when he opened his eyes to look at you, his olive eyes stared into yours. He flicked his tail and layed back down onto the wall that he was laying on. His collar jingled as he moved and you quietly moved up to him. On the gold circle attached to the same olive color collar, was a name.

‘Scone’ You thought. ‘Oh my god. This is the most English cat name I have ever seen.’

You almost started laughing but the smoldering glare the cat gave you made you think otherwise. The stone wall was surprisingly cold for the summer sun and as you sat down, you took a look at Scone. He seemed to still be quite grumpy, but he knew you from earlier in the week, so he was not alarmed. You lifted up and moved your left arm forward to start petting him.

Scone was soft and clearly well-taken care of. His fur was clean and had no knots or dirt insight, despite laying around a garden for half a day. You continued your actions and the both of you started to fall back into slumber. Your hand hovered on the back of the feline and your head slumped alongside your body.

It was peaceful. With birds chirping and the wind lightly blowing. There was a river babbling somewhere in the background and it made for a serene scene. The only reason he had let you pet him was because you had fed him earlier in the week. He didn’t have his collar at that point so this was the first time you had gotten his name. Your eyes closed as you recalled the event from a couple of days prior.

The day after the plane landed you were on the hunt for felines. Armed with some cat food, a retractable mouse-on-a-stick and hope, you made your way around the building England had set aside for housing the rampant countries, and byproduct, their cats. France’s cat, Monsieur, was an absolute attention wh-. He really liked attention, and would rub himself against your leg anytime the two of you crossed paths. It’s not like France, or Francis, was much better.

It’s not like you minded petting him. He was adorable after all. The cat, not Francis. But you had wanted to meet as many other cats as you could and so you had to stop by Francis’ room multiple times to drop off Monsieur.

“Je suis désolé.” He said, taking Monsieur out of your arms. “He keeps getting out. But I guess he knows when there’s a lovely lady around.”

You ignored his attempts at flirting and instead scratched Monsieur’s chin one last time before leaving. He purred at you and while you felt bad about leaving him, you were on a mission! Besides, you had a certain Japanese cat to track down. Monsieur meowed at you as you walked down the hallway and if you didn’t know better you’d say so did Francis.

Either way, nothing was going to stop you from petting Tama, Japan’s cat. He was an adorable little black and white feline with the cutest little bob for a tail. You had actually spotted him earlier and was about to go up to him before Monsieur literally jumped into your arms, demanding attention. Of course you weren’t going to say no so Tama quickly left your sight as you went to return Monsieur.

Wait, isn't Monsieur just sir in French? Oh well there was no time to think about questionable cat names, this building was full of them.

Monsieur wasn’t the only attention whore of a cat. Prussia’s cat, Purrussia, wasn’t much better. He would follow you down hallways and meow with his scratchy meow at you while Austria’s cat, Allegro, whined behind him. He literally tried to jump up at you a few times.

Of course both of them were interrupted when Hero ran straight at you and tackled you like a professional linebacker. You had thought that it was mostly fluff, but no, apparently Hero could pack a punch. He knocked the wind out of you as you fell backwards onto the tiled floor. The cat sat proudly on you and looked around like he was waiting for something or someone. Whoever he was waiting for, however, wouldn’t show up fast enough to see Purrussia return the favor and tackle Hero off of you, much to Allegro’s horror.

The white cat had a German ribbon as well but it looked like it was fraying at the edges. The reason you were bringing this up was because Hero was currently using one of the edges to try to choke Purrussia and Allegro was using the other to try to pull Purrussia away from Hero. Neither was really working and all it was really doing was making Purrussia more and more agitated.

“PURRUSSIA!!!” A shrill voice yelled out from down the hallway.

The cats stopped their roughhousing to see two of the countries barrelling down towards them. Well Prussia was. Austria was slowly walking over, looking more inconvenienced than anything else.

“Purrussia! Purrussia!” Prussia reiterated, pulling his cat up by its arms. “Did jou vin?!”

Everyone but the two Prussians stared in disbelief at his statement. The albino feline furiously nodded his head and if he could have talked you would have imagined that he would have been saying, ‘I’m awesome!’

Hero angrily meowed down below, as if to oppose Purrussia’s non-verbal statement. Allegro just haughtily licked his paw and stuck his nose up as if to pretend that he was disgusted with their fighting as if he hadn’t just been a part of it. Austria picked up his in-denial cat and you picked up Hero who calmed down as soon as you did.

“Sorry about him.” You said, brushing his unruly fur down with your hand. “He gets a little competitive.”

“Ja. It’s fine.” Austria said, petting his own cat. “Purrussia is not much better.”

“HEY!” Prussia yelled. “My awesome Purrussia is doing his best! And besides, at least he actually does something!”

“Jour cat picked a fight vith a vall (wall) Gilbert.” Austria sassed.

“Vell jour cat’s piano playing is trash!”

Austria gave a gasp of horror before inching closer to the Prussian.

“Jou take zat back, RIGHT NOW!”

Prussia just laughed, still letting Purrussia’s back paws dangle as he held him like one would a toddler. He got in close to the Austrian’s face, smiling deviously at him.

“Nein.”

He suddenly, while still holding Purrussia, took off, running away from Austria. He wasn’t far behind though and you could hear the man yelling in German all the way down the far corridor.

“Well Hero.” You said, looking down at the cat who had made himself very comfortable. “That was weird.”

He just snuggled closer to you and you sighed. You scratched him once more before heading down the opposite hallway. The destination was clear, before you could continue your cat quest, you’d have to get this one safely back to its owner.

You suddenly snapped back to reality, still sitting on the wall. The sun was now high in the sky and the spot underneath you was no longer cold. You were especially warm as you now had a Scottish Fold sitting comfortably upon your lap. Quietly cooing at the cat, you looked to see if there was any way to escape your furry prison. The most important rule of cats: once a cat sits on you, you’re not moving until they do.

You sighed, legs uncomfortably stiff. Scone was far more content and his bushy tail occasionally brushed against your leg. It was incredibly cute but it didn’t make your back stop hurting from being hunched over for the last half hour.

Voices came from farther within the garden. There were two people currently engaged in a soft conversation. You caught bits and pieces of it; there was a man with a British accent and a man with what you thought was American until you heard him say ‘aboot.’ You couldn’t help but snicker at your own observation, disturbing Scone in the process.

He scornfully meowed at you and you offered pets in an apology. Around the corner turned Scone’s owner and a man who looked incredibly similar to America. They both turned to look at you when the Scottish Fold you were fondling stretched out to impossible lengths and complained like a cat while he did it. England looked down at your lap to see his cat very happily cushioned on your thighs. The man next to him was also holding a cat who again looked very similar to America’s.

They were clearly different though. This man’s hair was more auburn and his eyes were a shade of impossible purple. There was also more of a wave to it whereas America’s hair was as straight as hair comes. Familiarity lit up in your eyes, not for the man however.

“Maple!” You exclaimed, wanting to go to the cat but also not willing to disturb the one on you. “How have you been?”

The men stared at you, wondering if you were talking to them or the cat. Of course Maple himself answered this as he jumped out of his owner’s arms and darted over to you. He gracefully climbed up the small wall and placed himself down by you. Scone was on your lap and he was nicer than Hero so as to not push him off. You moved one of your arms to pet Maple and kept the other on Scone. They were so cute you felt like you were going to explode.

“Oh.” A quiet voice spoke out. It came from the man behind England. “You’re Alfred’s secretary right?”

You smiled and nodded at the man. “And I assume that means you’re Canada, right?”

He looked a tad taken aback before nodding himself. “Yeah…” He trailed off and England instead picked up the conversation.

“I thought you were supposed to be watching his furrball cat, Hero.” He walked over and leaned against the wall.

“I was. But then he and Boris got into a catfight… and then America and Russia got into a catfight.”

Canada laughed in the background but quickly covered it up. England stared at Scone, looking to see if there was anyway to get him off of you without being scratched himself. He had enough injuries, that should have scarred had he not been a country, from the cat. He shivered a bit, though also began to pet the feline, scratching his under the chin.

“That sounds like those two.”

You hummed in agreement, continuing your affections. Canada also came over to pet his own cat who ironically did smell like maple syrup.

“Can I make you the villain of this story?” You asked England, gesturing to Scone. “I do actually have somewhere I need to be.”

“Oh I suppose I can assume that role.” He mused, carefully picking up his cat. He was not happy to be moved but England just shushed him.

Canada also picked up his cat who was slightly nicer about the whole thing. He fidgeted with Maple’s ear as he held him.

“I’m Matthew.” He said, carefully shifting Maple so he could put one arm out to shake your hand.

You finished the formal greeting. “I’m (Y/n).”

The other blonde butted in from the background. “I’m Arthur, love.”

“It’s very nice to formally meet both of you. Seeing you from across a meeting room doesn’t really count.” You smiled and gave a small pat to each of the feline’s heads. “Well I wasn’t kidding about needing to get somewhere. I really didn’t mean to get stopped as long as I did.”

You playfully glared at the Scottish Fold sitting comfortably in his owner's arms. He promptly ignored you, instead turning around cutely. England apologized but you told him it was fine. You were at least 50% sure that Mr. Jones was probably still fighting with Russia. Those two really were like angry cats. You waved the two men off and went on your way to find out the answer to that question.

Instead of coming across two feuding superpowers, you came across two of the Asian nations’ cats. You had already met them both but this was the first time you were seeing them together. Tama was sitting up high on a shelf while China’s cat, Meowzedong, was angrily meowing at him from down below. Everytime he tried to climb up, Tama would use a paw and swipe a book or other object down at him.

You flinched as a very breakable, very expensive-looking, vase crashed down. It was this movement that alerted the two cats to your presence and Meowzedong wasted no time at all to come over to you and complain. Now you couldn’t exactly speak cat but you got the jist.

Bending down, you carefully picked up the cat. Meowzedong always had a weird clump of fur that looked almost like a ponytail that, no matter how much China cut it, always grew back. He yowled at you and pointed a furry paw in Tama’s direction. The other cat had already loafed on top of the high shelf and you looked at him, back at Meowzedong, back at Tama, and then back at Meowzedong again.

“I don’t know how tall you think I am but I’m not that tall.”

Meowzedong just narrowed his eyes and meowed at you again. You sighed, looking back at Tama. If he had a long enough tail to flick it at you he would’ve. Sensing the futility of his quest, Meowzedong instead spread himself out in your arms and if you didn’t know better you would have said that he was mocking Tama. And if you really didn’t know better you’d say that it was working and that the bobtail was getting more irritated by the second. The personifications might have had to act cordial but their cats had no such qualms.

Finally, Tama de-loafed himself and gracefully hopped down a few other layers before reaching the bottom. He gracefully walked over to you and sat on your foot… Well shoot. What were you supposed to do now?

So here you were, from one cat prison to the next. Standing in the middle of some random, out-of-the-way hallway because the nations’ cats were all attention-hogging, though very adorable, brats.

You didn’t know how much time had actually passed. There was no clock in the hallway, you didn’t wear a watch, and both of your hands were occupied so you couldn’t check your phone. As cute as they were, your legs felt like they were about to collapse in on themselves. You couldn’t even shift how you were standing because Tama had taken it upon himself to lay across both of your shoes. Your arms also felt like they were going to fall off at any second. Meowzedong wasn’t a particularly heavy cat but try holding anything over five pounds for longer than five minutes.

You were desperately hoping that either they would finally get bored and leave or someone would come to save you. Wow you guessed you really did need a “Hero” right about now… Dammit you thought that referencing needing a hero in your head would magically summon America or his equally hotheaded cat.

“Tama. Meowzedong.” You murmured. “Can you please get off?” You hoped to whatever god or gods were out there that they didn’t hear the desperation in your voice. Never show weakness to a cat.

The two cats made eye contact with each other for a moment and seemed to come to an agreement. Meowzedong stretched his body out before jumping onto the ground. Tama did the same but instead greeted Meowzedong when he landed.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you said that you collapsed onto the wooden floor below. You quickly got up however as you didn’t want them to see it as another chance to sit on you. At least not right now. You pulled out your phone to see all of the messages and calls you missed. You had put it on silent while watching Hero and forgot to turn it back to vibrate.

‘Oh my god Mr. Jones called me twenty-three times.’ You thought, frantic. ‘I’m gonna be in so much trouble!’

You raced down the hallway, startling a group of micronations as you went. There was no time to apologize! You had to keep your job! If not for you then for the cats!

Not even thinking to knock you burst open the door where America was staying, side note why wasn’t it locked? And were greeted with the sight of!... Mr. Jones… crying? His cat looked pretty dejected too and was currently hanging himself off the side of the bed like a rug.

“Sir?” His head shot up to look at you.

He quickly snapped his head back away, mushing at his face in an attempt to try to make it seem like he wasn’t crying.

“(Y-Y/n)” He stuttered for a second, before immediately going back to the hero persona. “Where’ve you been!?”

“Are you okay?” You ignore him, instead asking your own question.

You titiled your body to look at what he was looking at… Was that a framed picture of you?!

It didn’t matter because he was very quickly all in your face again. You could see what seemed to be a rapidly healing black eye and a tooth that hadn’t fully regrown in yet as he smiled at you. Just how long was he fighting with Russia for?

You sat him down on his bed, considering if you should even bother getting a medkit for him. Either way you ended up spending the rest of the day with him, watching movies and sitting what you considered a good ways away from each other on the plush couch. He apparently had a nicer room in all of England’s properties from when he used to live there during parts of the year.

Hero filled the gap in-between you of which America was mildly annoyed about. He kept trying to get you to use ‘Alfred’ but you insisted that it was unprofessional. He’d close the gap one day.

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theyanderespecialist · 10 months

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Base Yandere Japan Headcanons: His Sakura Blossom (Hetalia)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter, this one will have 1p Japan! So please Enjoy this chapter!]

(Disclaimer: Japan is not yandere in canon, and the people who are Japanese do not act like this. Japan in this and in the show is a fictional character and it is not how Japanese people act! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! It is fiction! Just do not be illegal or gross about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons with Japan-

.He is a quiet and hardworking man.

.He met you by chance and you stole his heart.

.Japan though is a shy boy which with his yandere side makes him a bit more cautious and hesitant to court you.

.You are just so stunning and beautiful.

.He has admitted he leans more to preferring 2d girls compared to 3d,

.Though with you it is all knew to him.

.He also is very shy when it comes to nudity and intimate actions.

.So he would become very flustered with you if you were showing intimate interest or naked.

.Though he also does love it, so be ready for those nosebleed anime scenes too.

.He also becomes flustered when you hug him or hold his hand.

.It does not take a lot from you to make him flustered and have his heart racing that is for sure.

.He also has a love for food, very much, and indulges in his food.

.Also is not happy with the price of food in the bad economy

(MUFFINS that scene with him saying eggs were expensive! That hits wayyyyyyy too real right now with the egg prices where I am like, Japan! I FEEL YOU!]

.Though he is also a very protective yandere.

.He also would be firm with you and try his best to help you.

.His favorite thing to do with you would go cosplay with each other.

.Also He is a pervert having adult theme mangas and other books.

.Some that put the Hub to shame.

.He also would probably draw you in various new mangas he makes.

(TENTACLE WARNING)

.He loves the arts as well but is also very firm on the military side of his people.

.He would most likely be the scariest yandere when he snaps.

.It rarely happens but if he does snap he is scarier than the 2ps or Russia.

.Those torture methods that came out of Japan did not come from anywhere nice.

.Not to mention he is a silent yandere.

.You would not know he was a yandere until it was too late.

.By then you are kidnapped by him and belong to him for the rest of the time.

.He would deal with rivals simply by sneaking into their lives unnoticed and then killing them.

.This man is a ninja when it comes to getting rid of rivals.

.He would be so nervous when confessing to you.

.If you say yes he is so happy he may even smile the brightest smile!

.If you say no.

.Knocked out and kidnapped. No other way about it.

.You are his sakura blossom and he will keep you by his always.

.His prize!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy all my sexy muffins!]

#yandere #yandere japan #yandere hetalia #yandere headcanons #headcanons #hetalia #japan hetalia #japan #japan x reader #reader #gender neutral reader

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sunny6677 · 2 years

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So, scenario I randomly came up with; so what if some of the hetalia boys(allies + axis) basically had a spouse(who is a nation) for about like, let's say a pretty long time now-- like a few thousand years or hundreds of years. And the thing is, they surprisingly have the healthiest relationship out of every other romantic relation in the show.

I will be starting off with the Axis first--

PART 1: THE AXIS.

(Just a reminder, the nation's and the countries are seperate. The nation's are the characters, while the countries are the actual countries. So don't think I'm shipping you with the actual country, I'm shipping you with the character.)

Italy:

- The two of yous love story was something out of a magical, fantasy romance novel. You had met him decades and decades ago at his place which you were visiting due to kind of being required to. Even though you two were kind of dealing with tensions between your bosses, you two seemed to get on fine.

- And since the two of you became friends after a while, you both agreed on sending letters unless you both wanted to just head over to eachothers place. It slowly became more apparent to you both over time that you two were growing romantic feelings for one another.

- So Italy, as his own way of asking you out, invited you to his place. He took you out on a nice romantic dinner with candlelight, gave you his own personal tour of the city(specifically in the more beautiful parts), took you out on a boat ride and then proceeded to ask you out then and there.

- Flattered by his creative way of asking you out, you of course accepted the offer and began to date him. And after a few months of being together, he decided he wanted you as his wife/husband/spouse. Forever.

- So he took you on a romantic dinner for your 1st year anniversary, left a love lock with you at the alley of lovers, and took you boat riding again-- but this time with a little twist.

- Unexpectedly, he pulled out a ring, and gave his big proposal speech right then and there. And of course, you said yes. Now, onto the two of yous relationship.

- If your on the more introverted side, he's probably the one iniating affection most of the time. Anytime he greets you in the mornings or basically anywhere else, he quickly runs up to you and embraces you in a tight hug, giving you several smooches while saying; "Y/N! Ciao, ciao, ciao~!"

- If your on the more extroverted side, you both greet eachother enthusiastically. You both show an equal amount of affection pretty much all the time, and are basically the reason why everyone sulks on Valentines Day.

- On each anniversary, he makes sure its nice just for the two of you. Going to a rich and romantic restaurant, boat riding like the two of you hold so dear, going to a karaoke with eachother, etc. Anything that you could name.

- If someone is mean to you, he defends you the best he can, resorting to slight anger at the person insulting you. He gets in front of you protectively and scolds the person, and then proceeds to drag you off away from the person-- even if the person got in his face, he wouldn't back of surprisingly. It was kind of the first time he did such things for literally anyone.

- "Fly Me To The Moon" is both of your favorite songs, since it was the very song that played during the wedding dance at your wedding. Anytime it plays, you two either sing along with it, or alow dance to it. Or maybe even both.

- You also found yourself trying to pull yourself back into sleep desperately as he rambles on about something. Or you stay up all night since you know he isn't going to keep quiet anytime soon.

- Also if your wondering, he most likely takes on the role of the wife in the relationship, but depending on your personality-- he can take on the role of the husband.

- Overall, childish as he can be-- he's a very good husband! 10/10.

Japan:

- You two met during a gathering between all the nations since that day, they didn't have anything in particular to do. If you are an introvert, you were probably just sitting by yourself doing nothing. But if you are an extrovert, you merely bumped into him while dancing.

- Your spontaneous meeting somehow sparked a conversation, and that was what sparked your relationship in the first place. Giving him your address, you two began to start talking with one another through letters similar to Italy.

- You two slowly developed feelings for one another, and you were the first to realize at all. So after trying to encourage yourself, you wrote a confession letter and sent it over over his place. And a few days later, the man showed up at your place with light pink blush on his cheeks.

- It was a very awkward conversation as soon as he entered the house, but eventually, he gave you his answer. He just came over since he felt actually seeing you and talking to you in person was more appropriate for something like this.

- And then, after a while of dating, Japan decided now was the perfect time to propose. So preparing a perfect place surrounded by cherry blossom trees just for the proposal, he invited you there and proposed right then and there. And of course, you said yes.

- If your on the more extroverted side, you usually take him out for your little nights or days out together. He only obliges because he loves you. But of course, if he isn't too comfortable with the idea, you decide to just stay in for the day/night.

- If your on the introverted side, the two of you just spend time in your house together, doing your own little romantic gestures for eachother. Kisses on the cheek as a morning greeting, him burying his face in the crook of your neck or head, doing activities together like arts and crafts, etc.

- If your extroverted, you usually greet him with more affection than he does you, usually giving him a kiss or a warm embrace to help him relax for the day. It's surprising that he let's you touch him at all, to be honest.

- If your introverted, he's usually the one to greet you, though it's more quietly. If your affectionate, you still might give more affection. But there's a rare possibility that every now and then he'll initiate affection. Like a hug from behind, either stroking your head or resting his head on it(maybe even muttering sweet nothings as he does so). Or holding hands.

- If you are picked on, he will defend you, but more respectfully or mature than Italy. He will most likely back the person into a corner with how logical his arguments are, and once he sees that they have nothing more to say, he would take you elsewhere.

- "Thats All Right" by Elvis Presley is your twos song. Because before you two got married, this was basically your favorite song to dance to, and occasionally he'd join in on your fun. (Japan also caught you dancing to it once all tap-dancer like, embarrassing you on accident)

- Your rest with him is fairly peaceful, you might wake up in the middle of the night sometimes-- but will quickly go back to sleep in his arms or right beside him since his very presence relaxes you. If your anything like Italy, he usually responds to you very quietly.

- He most likely takes on the husband role in the relationship, but if you are the more dominant one(not in a sexual way), he might take the role of the wife.

- 10/10, perfect spouse.

Germany:

- You two most likely met during a war between one another, he ended up capturing you due to his bosses orders, but the two of you surprisingly managed to actually get along. He warmed up to you, and you warmed up to him, and you two became friends.

- Seeing as you had nothing better to do, you began to visit him often. Prussia of course teased Germany for this relentlessly seeing as how much you came to visit.

- Over time, with how much you two began to see one another, you began to naturally pine over one another. And you-- being you, wanted to rip it off like a bandaid so you wouldn't have to deal with the anxiety of it all.

- So, on Valentines Day in particular, you went up to him and shoved a red rose in his face-- and to let him know that you didn't mean you loved him platonically, you said the famous line that he had once said to Italy: "Ich liebe dich."

- Trying to act calm with a face full of rose quartz pink, he cleared his throat, and accepted your confession. And thus, the two of you began to date, which led to more relentless teasing from Prussia. Like for example, "Vhat is it, Vest? Jou excited to see your girlfriend/boyfriend/partner?~" "Shut it, Prussia!"

- Germany doesn't seem like the type to propose, so you would most likely be the one to propose surprisingly. You wanted it to be a bit of a surprise, so you took him out on a fairly normal day-- and unexpectedly, you randomly bent down and held out a ring.

- With a sigh, he averted his eyes, and accepted.

- "You'll Never Know" by Renée Fleming is you twos song, since you two would often listen to it together once the war between you had went away. So when it comes on, you just sit their with an adoring smile, resting your head on his shoulder/head.

- If your extroverted, your usually the one taking him out to do stuff, though he usually takes you out to do things as well sometimes if he's feeling good enough. You love him tremendously, so you show him a lot of affection. While he does enjoy this, he acts like a big old tsundere anytime it happens.

- If your introverted, you two stay in together, and basically do whatever you want for the day. Watch TV, cuddle up on the couch together, etc. A perfect scenario for any introverts who don't wanna touch grass out there.

- If your picked on, he resorts to intimidation, which usually makes the person picking on you back off after a while. If that doesn't work, then he's willing to beat the hell out of them right in front of everyone for you.

- Your rest with him is fairly normal, but if your anything like Italy, he usually tries his best to get you or himself back to sleep so he doesn't have to listen to your 3 AM thoughts.

- He would most definitely take the role of the husband in the relationship, I don't see how he would take on the role of the wife, but maybe on rare occasions where he is not the dominant one in the relationship.

- 8/10, mostly because I tend to favor him less than the other members of the Axis, but also because he can be very difficult with communication sometimes.

#hetalia #japan x reader #aph japan #italy x reader #aph italy #germany x reader #aph germany

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darkwaltz-blog · 1 year

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Hello, how are you? I just wanted to go along and see if i could request a fluffy hcs of Japan with a crack s/o? XD Like, always making jokes and somehow lighting up the mood which makes him giggle or smile all the time. Just...i imagine the reader mixing japanese words in a joke, which makes him silently crack up– i am very soft for him i'm sorry.

JAPAN WITH A FUNNY S/O.

THIS IS SO CUTE!

I omitted the reader part mixing Japanese words. Sorry, I'm not a native English speaker (and I can't speak it very well either), plus I don't speak Japanese. Doing that would be very difficult for me :(

Kiku Honda [Japan]

Kiku is someone reserved who rarely shares his mood with others. Having a joking and cheerful partner who is capable of making him laugh is the best thing that has happened to him; now he has the company of someone who works hard to make him happy. That is a great honor for him.

Whenever he has a bad day, Kiku enjoys leaning against his partner's legs while she encourages him with sweet words and small massages on his hair. That's the best way to cheer him up.

At the beginning of the relationship, the Japanese boy used to hide his laughter from his beloved, as he feared that it would somehow insult her, but once his S/O explained that her main goal was to make him laugh, he will be confident enough to laugh in front of her and let out a couple of laughs.

If his partner is a fan of joking double entendres, Kiku probably doesn't understand that humor instantly, however, once he gets it, he blushes while looking at his S/O with an angry expression telling him, “Don't say such vulgar things without showing a bit of shame.”

Kiku inadvertently begins to smile more frequently and be more expressive with his friends. He begins to make his own occasional jokes, which could be described as cleverly sarcastic jokes.

#japan x reader #Kiku Honda #kiku honda x reader #hetalia allies #hetalia axis powers #hetalia x reader #hetalia headcanons #hetalia #Japan

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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years

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Hetalia: Axis Power Masterlist

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below. Also, starting now. I also accept headcanons and scenarios for 2p Hetalia other than just 1p Hetalia.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

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1p Axis

Italy

Having a Lovely and Affectionate S/O❤️🍭

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭

Their S/O Can do a Parkour 🧐🍭😐

Having a Thief S/O🧐❤️😐

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part One) 🍭🧐

S/O Angry because weren't Invited by their Sibling/Friend To Their Event🥀🍭❤️

Having Cocky S/O😂❤️🧐

Having S/O Who Are Serious Most Of The Time and Gets Shy When Receiving Affection❤️🍭😂

Germany

Having a Lovely and Affectionate S/O❤️🍭

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭❤️

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part One) 🍭🧐

Reuniting Their S/O for a Long Time🥀🍭

With a Scenekid S/O 🧐

Prank Called by their P/O as a Friend🧐😂😐

S/O Dying in their arms🥀🗡️

Trying To Be Romantic To Make Their S/O Notice❤️🍭🧸

Tall S/O who Charges Them when They are Distracted😂🧐

Having S/O Who Are Serious Most Of The Time and Gets Shy When Receiving Affection❤️🍭😂

Reaction to Prussia Adopting Latin🧐🧸

Japan

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭❤️

Their S/O Can do a Parkour 🧐🍭😐

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part One) 🍭🧐

S/O Angry because weren't Invited by their Sibling/Friend To Their Event🥀🍭❤️

Having an Artistic S/O ❤️🍭🧸

Prussia

S/O Asking him out (Male Reader)🧐🍭

Reuniting Their S/O for a Long Time🥀🍭

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

Prank Called by their P/O as a Friend🧐😂😐

Tall S/O who Charges Them when They are Distracted😂🧐

Reaction to Prussia Adopting Latin🧐🧸

Romano

S/O Asking him out (Male Reader)🧐🍭❤️

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

When S/O Have a Nightmare🥀🍭

Having Cocky S/O😂❤️🧐

Having S/O Who Are Serious Most Of The Time and Gets Shy When Receiving Affection❤️🍭😂

Spain

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

Tall S/O who Charges Them when They are Distracted😂🧐

Reaction of Prussia Adopting Latin🧐🧸

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brianlesshetaliawritings · 1 year

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hey guys. yknow whatd be funny?? if you pressed the little request button to this (new) sad virgin blog that probably cant write good hehafhahaehfuiafbu. what a loser amiright??

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #yandere hetalia #america x reader #canada x reader #russia x reader #hungary x reader #turkey x reader #china x reader #south korea x reader #italy x reader #france x reader #england x reader #yandere america #austria x reader #germany x reader #japan x reader

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headingalaxys-sweet · 2 years

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Neko’s brought me to my lover: Japan

It was nearing the hour where the cherry blossoms would be in full bloom when they were touched by the gentle beams of sunlight. That was precisely why you had come to Japan in the first place. The brisk morning air that was fresh from the open Eastern sea. It was forever shrouded in mystery. A black and white cat that had tranquil earthly brown eyes was perched on a high telephone pole. It looked out onto the morning sky that was in between the twilight of dusk and dawn. Sunbeams were beginning to eat away at the indigo barrier that was decorated with spots of silver. The illuminated void sensed that there was about to be a major shift in reality and he was ready for the transformation that was on the horizon.

However Tama wondered if his human companion Kiku was ready. He never seemed to be and at times disliked changes and tended to have adverse reactions to them. It was going to take the right person to bring the hermit out of his shell.

A vibrant pink petal was blown from a tree and gently drifted into the open air and found it’s way onto Kiku’s porcelain like skin awakening him. His eyes flutter open, and his expression is mixed between sleep, curiosity, and a pinch of dread that made his heart rate speed up.

“Mew.” Tama stared at his owner in silence.

“Right today’s the day to set New Year's goals and hope to achieve them.” He begins to rise out of bed trying to stretch his tired limbs and wake them from their slumber. He hears a dreaded loud crack that could have caused an earthquake. The sound had emitted from his lower back. It released a fissure of pain on him.

“Rrrrrr.” Tama walks over to Kiku’s shrunken form and puts his paw on his back, to lend support. Albeit in a somewhat patronizing way.

“Gor get herp prease Tama, if you do I’ll get you tuna for dinner every night for a month.” The cat looked like he had just been struck by love and his soul took flight for tuna heaven. He was determined to have his precious tuna. The cat then ninja catted his way up the fence to get help for his injured owner. As Tama ran, the wind picked up it’s pace and some of the early morning blossoms became butterflies that fluttered off into the mild morning wind. Some of the petals flew into Y/N’s bedroom window. A lead triage nurse in the central city of Tokyo, Japan. Tama decided it was best to go where those blossoms blew. He scaled the vine covered wooden wall that led to your open balcony window.

Tama rushed into your tidy room and punched on your stomach like a sumo wrestler preparing for another round. Needless to say your lifeless body jolted awake. You were scared for a moment until your eyes landed on the cat that had caused the early morning disturbance. The cat's eyes stared directly into your soul to deliver an urgent message. They cast an ethereal glare over you that held a bright amber’s glow.

“A messenger.” You say after a few moments of taking in the cats visage. Tama nods his head and point towards your door.

“Alright cat I’ll follow you.”

It leads you to a house that is nearby. Your ears picked up a steady stream of groans that got clearer and could make out that it was a man's voice.

“Hello?” You step in cautiously as not to spook him and only yo make him aware of your presence.

“Oh are you here to save me?”

“Yes, I am. Your cute cat led me here. Nurse (nickname coworkers gave you about your best trait. Hahah kidding I’m nurse y/n.”

‘Hahah. Tama. I see what’s happening now. You started a romantic comedy type plot. Well played cat. Well played.’ He thinks to himself as his body goes limp from food poisoning.

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zephyrchama · 20 days

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Living together in a big house with one (main) (shared) bathroom means that mornings can be tough.

When you first arrived at the House of Lamentation, it was hard to fit in. It was really hard to get into the bathroom in the mornings and fight six demons for use of the sink. If more than two others were in there at the same time, they practically formed a living wall that blocked you out, forcing you to wake up extremely early or risk being late for school.

That got better over time though. You gradually managed to fit into the house's morning routine.

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Lucifer has his morning routine down to an exact science. Usually he's fully dressed and has his hair brushed before leaving the bedroom. He might be running on pure muscle memory though - one time you handed him a warm washcloth for his face and he just stared at it in confusion for several seconds with a furrowed brow. He has no problems getting it himself, but this break in routine gave him pause. It took Lucifer a moment to realize what it was and to thank you.

If you get the chance to eat breakfast together, Lucifer likes to ask about your day. "What do you have planned? Remember, we have that meeting at five. Did you prepare for the ancient hex exam?" He might slide a bit of his food onto your plate before he goes, a way of returning the pleasant energy boost you always provide for him.

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Mammon can hustle. Which means that Mammon can get up early if it benefits him in some way. A part time job, an early bird discount, a chance to slip past Lucifer's defenses and borrow some cash.

That doesn't mean it's easy. Waking up takes some serious effort. Mammon will stumble into the bathroom to do his business first thing in the morning, yawning with his eyes half closed and tugging up whatever pants he just tossed on for modesty.

The tsundere part of his brain takes a few minutes to kick in if he's just woken up. If he spots you, Mammon will demand a good morning hug and wrap his arms around you, deaf to your cries of "Mammon! Go wash your hands before you touch me!"

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Leviathan is always groaning in the morning. He's probably not aware of it. He's probably muttering complaints but is too tired to actually speak the words properly. His blankets are always a tangled mess, wrapped unevenly around his feet and contorted around his body, but Leviathan can easily Houdini his way out of them when it's time to get up. If there's no event or livestream to wake up early for, he'll sleep in for as long as he can before starting the day with a nice shower.

He finds warm running water to feel so pleasant and you can often find Leviathan spacing out next to the faucet. He'll greet you with a sleepy "ah, morning," and accidentally splash you in an attempt to wave his hand. The embarrassment and slight panic from getting you a towel to dry off with is usually enough to properly wake him up, and he sheepishly exits the bathroom and guards the door until you've finished changing into dry clothes.

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Satan can hardly even put his shirt on properly when fully awake.

The man's a sleepy mess when he tries to get dressed in the morning. He'll stay up all night to finish a book he's invested in, then stumble out of his room "ready to go" when it's time for breakfast. His pants are unzipped and the button is coming undone. He's only got one sleeve on and it's on the wrong arm, or the buttons on his shirt are all misaligned and half have been skipped over.

He doesn't protest anymore when you tidy him up. Some mornings he'll doze off while you straighten his tie and fall forward into you, then try to play it off as a hug. Satan doesn't want to let go though, you feel so much warmer on a chilly morning.

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Asmodeus is a rare morning riser. Too much sleep is bad for the skin, he claims. If he has trouble getting up, he'll either go soak in his private tub for energy or seek you out.

"You have to hear what happened last night," he'll say, strolling into your room while there's still ten minutes left on your alarm. He sits on the edge of your bed, and if you try falling back asleep he pulls you up into a sitting position. "Listen to this, you won't believe it!"

Asmodeus isn't afraid to get touchy if it means you'll wake up faster and he gets your attention. He'll sit you in his lap, or press you against his side, or run his hands down your face and squish your cheeks with a mischievous smile.

When the main bathroom is too crowded to use you're free to borrow his, with the caveat he gets to style you for the day and you might be late when he gets overzealous.

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Beelzebub can also be found awake in the mornings. The quiet hours before everyone else wakes up are best for stretching, taking jogs, and grabbing a pre-breakfast appetizer. He'll get spooked if he hears footsteps approach the kitchen and slam the fridge door shut in a hurry, but all is well when he sees you enter the room instead of Lucifer.

Beelzebub is a big guy who takes up a lot of space. When you run into each other in the bathroom and are rushing to get ready, it's easy to bump into him. On days he's still pretty tired, he might not even notice you bonk your head against his arm. That's fine though - you don't want him to notice you until he's brushed his teeth. After all, Beelzebub's morning breath is a potent magical weapon.

If you need the bathroom sink while he occupies it, Beelzebub is kind enough to nudge you in front of him (once you've confirmed his mouth is minty fresh). You both get to use the mirror this way, and you can both see each other's smiling faces.

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Belphegor is the king of oversleeping. The powers of you and his twin combined are hardly enough on some days, but mostly the responsibility of waking him falls to you. You quickly learned it's best to wake him from behind his head, if you can manage to maneuver your way into a suitable spot to do so. Anywhere his limbs can easily grab you will result in being pulled into bed. He's like a sleeping kraken.

You suspect that Belphegor wakes up easier than he lets on, but he feigns ignorance. He insists he was totally fast asleep when you struggled to physically drag him down the hallway towards the bathroom, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso with all your strength. And when he clung on to your waist and nuzzled his head into your stomach. And when Beel came to help free you from Belphegor's clutches, but he rolled you under him and muttered "mine now."

Definitely fast asleep, doesn't remember a single thing.

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kiwanopie · 2 years

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Meeting a Beautiful Fan

w/sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto kotarou, and atsumu miya

fluff. 1k wc. rip to fictional friend aiko.

♡ Sakusa Kiyoomi

“Um, hello.”

“Hey….Hi.”

“Are you Sakusa Kyoomi?”

“Yeah, that’s-“ This is an angel. He’s looking at an angel right now. “That’s me.”

“Oh! Okay,” You nod, gesturing at the matching jersey in your hand. “If you’re not too busy, can you sign this jersey?”

Sakusa nods silently and reaches for the shirt, nearly swallowing his tongue as his fingers brush with yours. “Who should I… make it out to?”

“Oh um - if you can, can you just wish my friend a happy birthday? Her name’s Aiko.”

“Oh, this is a gift.” He sounds impassive but that’s because he’s having a meltdown on the inside. “‘Was wondering why I haven’t seen you at any of the games.”

“Yeah, my friend’s a huge fan but she’ll be overseas until next year so, I came and got some souvenirs to send her.” He nods at the explanation, but nearly overheats when you continue. “But your plays were amazing, this being the first time I’m seeing them in person. I can see why she’s such a big fan.”

“Thank you. I uh..” He glances around. “I appreciate it.”

“Uh no, thank you-“

“Wait there a sec- Miya!”

Atsumu looks over and trots to him with a smile, bouncing the novelty foam ball in his hand and nearly dropping it once he’s got a glance at the dime standing in front of his teammate.

“Heya there, angel-“

“Can I have that?” He points to the ball.

Atsumu immediately catches on. “Oh, sure thing! Here, gorgeous, ya want me ta sign it-“

“No.” Sakusa takes it out of his hand and scribbles on it with his pen. “Here, uh… keep this for yourself.”

“Hm? Oh.” You reach for the ball and Atsumu nearly croons at the sound of your voice. He nearly says something to, if not for the clear call of dibs drilling holes in his head as Sakusa side eyes him.

You smile and it’s straight out of a day dream. “I appreciate it, thank you.”

Sakusa nods as you side-step your way out of the line and they both wave back at you as you walk away.

Atsumu smacks his teeth. “There she goes, ma future wife walking off with your number.”

Sakusa elbows him.

♡ Bokuto Kotarou

“Uh, are you Bokuto?” A voice inquires softly behind him.

Kotarou turns with a gleeful smile to address the fan standing behind him. Smiling widely as he cheers from the deeper portion of his chest. “Hey, Hey….H-Hey!”

Holy shit.

You return his grin with a closed mouth smile as you bow, hardly paying any mind to the way his grin slowly falls into a disbelieving gape. “Nice to meet you.”

“Y-…Yeah, it really is!” He stammers a bit nervously. “Nice to meet you, I mean. It’s- It’s really nice to meet you too!”

You snicker somewhat and his chest caves in.

“That’s great!” Your attempt to exclaim with him is poor and a little cut off by the sheer silliness of trying to match his energy but it’s cute regardless. He barely registers the jersey in your hand, too busy planning out what your wedding reception is gonna look like.

“Is it okay if I ask you to sign this?” You simper.

Ko takes it out of your hand with an eager few nods. “Yeah! Of course!” He whips out his marker. “And what’s the pretty girl’s pretty name?”

“Oh, it’s- Well this is actually a gift for my friend, Aiko. Who’s a huge fan. But I’m-…My name’s ____.” You stumble a bit.

He nearly croons. Are you nervous? He’s the one staring at the girl of his dreams right now! Ah, and you’re such a good friend! Going out of your way to get your friend a gift like this! He swears he’d swoon over you if he could.

“Yeah? Birthday?” You nod as he regains a bit of his composure. “Cool. Cool. And are uh… are you a fan?”

“Me? Oh, this is actually my first game.” You admit. “But it was really fun watching you play. Your…line shots? I think? They’re super duper cool!” You beam up at him, he nearly clenches his heart in duress.

Ko gasps. “Thank you!! Sometimes I forget how to do ‘em!!” The two of you giggle a little together. “But I’m flattered regardless! Think after this match you’ll become a regular?”

You shrug. “Maybe. If I can find some time between school work.”

“College student?” You give him an affirming hum. “That’s really cool. Well - Hey, I’d like to see you again regardless?”

He rips a thin sheet of signing paper from the table beside him and bends to jot his phone number on it before folding it a couple times.

Ko turns back to you and somehow you’re even cuter than you were when he first looked at you. “If that’s… alright? Maybe we can catch a drink or something later?”

You give him a bit of a disbelieving smile but take it regardless. Belatedly he realizes what a small chance it was that you’d even be single. “O-Oh! Yeah sure that’d be great.”

Ko smiles excitedly, like he’s won twice today. “Great! Well, I’ll uh- I’ll talk to you later?”

“Definitely.” You smile, and he’s floating on cloud 9 as you start to walk away. “Bye!”

“Bye-Bye!”

♡ Atsumu Miya

Atsumu’s smile wavers when you shuffle into the front of the line but only because he’s a little too surprised to remain cordial. It’s not every day that your dream girl shows up in line to ask you for an autograph.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” He immediately grabs the foam ball to the left of him. “Didn’t know they let angels in here?”

You smile a little at his quip but you aren’t as affected by it as he’d like you to be. “Ah, that’s very kind of you, Miya-san. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, gorgeous.” His chair creaks as he stands up, and he cradles the toy between his elbow as he reaches for the novelty plushie in your hand. “So, who am I makin’ it out to?”

“My friend, Aiko? It’s her birthday.” You shift on your heels as he signs the doll. “She’s a huge fan. I really wanted to surprise her.”

“Yeah? That’s awful sweet of ya.” He smiles. You glow under the gym lights, he doesn’t know if it’s the afterglow of success or just the sheer desirability you exude that’s making you so painfully attractive to him right now. “What’s Aiko’s friend's name is what I really wanna know?”

“Me? Oh, my name’s ____.”

“Figures.” He tuts. “It fits ya, pretty.”

Atsumu bounces the ball sitting in the crook of his arm down to his palms as he hands you back the toy, quickly scribbling a little note on it before you can get the chance to thank him for his signature.

“Hey,” He leans in hushedly, you follow his lead, “It’s gonna kill me if I miss a chance like this, so here.” Atsumu sneaks the ball into your hands. “If you’re available?”

You glance at his handwriting on the ball and smile abashedly. The little giggle you let out makes his face hot. “Yeah? Sure thing.”

“A’right!” He leans back cheerfully, waving you off before the rest of his fans can catch on. “See ya later then, sweetpea.”

You smile as he twiggles his fingers at you from the stand, watching you disappear into the crowd even as his next fan stands in front to receive their own signature.

The ball crunches slightly against your wandering fingers.

“Your future boyfriend, Tsumu. <3 xxx-xxx-xxx.”

reblog = 1 prayer for aiko 😔

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crazy4leclerc · 9 days

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for jules — c.l

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: after placing p10 in fp3 at suzuka and then p8 at qualifying, charles has a hard time maintaining his frustrations with the team and coping with it being jules anniversary.. and you’re there wrapped all up in it.

warnings: sad topic!, mentions of a death, little bit of angst, cursing, venting, and crying

a/n: first fic! pls be nice! also im sorry in advanced for making you sad

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a part of me had this gut feeling that this would happen to charles, but another part of me really didn’t think this would happen since it’s been almost 10 years since jules bianchis’ crash.

i’m currently seated in the ferrari garage, headphones over my ears listening in to charles’ radio. it’s only q1 and he’s doing good compared to his fp3 hours before. i watch the tv as the cameras follow along with him on the track as he continues to try and beat his fastest lap.

after the 18 minutes are up, i watch as him and carlos both enter into the garage on the tv. i study the pit workers as i watch them work on whatever charles tells them needs to be fixed. before i know it, its already time for them to head out for q2.

charles started out decent but not good enough since he is currently in p9. i can feel myself tense up just at the thought of him being eliminated, especially knowing that’s the last thing he wants since this race is important to him.

i bite on my fingernails as i watch the other drivers speed through the finish line just hoping none of them beat charles’ time.

“what the hell is happening?!” i hear charles say to his engineer. “things will not be good if im eliminated. i don’t want to be below p9 for the race tomorrow!” i can hear the frustration in his voice as he is suddenly bumped down to p10 since fernando alonso made his way up the positions.

i take my headphones off and walk out of the garage trying to calm down for the last qualifying. all i can think about is how frustrated he was with the team after fp3.

i feel someone’s hand touch my shoulder, “y/n it’ll be okay. charles will make his way up, qualifying is one of his strong suits.” fred makes an attempt to comfort me.

“i know it is, im just worried because we all know how important this race is for him.” fred nods his head at me and gives me a weak smile, “cmon, let’s go cheer on our golden boy.” i smile and follow him back into the garage.

once we walk in, fred hands me back my headphones and sends a smile my way as he makes his way over the charles’ car.

apparently q3 has already started and charles has yet to go out. i noticed that carlos was already on the track, so why wasn’t charles? after the next couple of minutes, the time on the clock dwindles down and he finally exists out and speeds onto the track. as he makes he way down the track i find myself inching closer and closer to the tv. he’s up on the last turn and i watch his time clock as he goes through the finish line.

charles was bumped up to p8 and carlos was in p4.

there was only five minutes left of the clock but i couldn’t stop staring at the god damn tv, just hoping none of the drivers below him beat his time.

with less than a minute left on the clock, charles is still out doing his last lap. he comes up on the last turn, “that’s the best that i can do honestly. i don’t get it!” he speaks to his engineer. i sigh and put my headphones down since qualifying is now over. i wait for charles to come back into the garage.

once he and carlos parked their cars in the garage, i stand back as all the pit workers do their thing as charles begins to climb out the car. i watch as he hops down from the car and ignores everyone, even carlos who made he’s way over to speak to him.

i’m stood in the back as charles approaches me. he takes his helmet off as he’s walking towards me and tosses it on the rack near me and rips his balaclava off and throws towards his helmet. i frown as he speed walks right past me, not even making an attempt to look at me.

dumbfounded, i look back over my shoulder as he makes his way to his room, slamming the door behind him.

“don’t take it personal, y/n. he’s just upset with the team and i’m sure he’s blaming himself for it all.” carlos tells me.

“i just don’t get it. i don’t understand why they won’t listen to him sometimes.” i speak out loud not even caring if the team hears me. carlos shakes his head and gives me a pat on the shoulder, “go talk to him. i know he needs you.” taking in carlos’ words, i nod and head toward charles’ room.

when i walk in i wasn’t expecting to see his suit scattered across the floor. stepping over it, i make my way to where charles is sitting and sit down next to him.

“charles, it’s not your fault. don’t blame yourself.” i assure him as i reach out for his hand but i was mistaken as he quickly stands up from the couch.

“no! you don’t get it! no one in the god damn garage understands how important this race is to me and it’s like everyone is just forgetting the reason i still do this sport is for jules!” he grips his hair as he raises his voice.

“charlie, i do understand! me and carlos both know how important this is to you. please don’t take this out on yourself, it’s not your fault.” i try my best to assure him as he paces around the room which was beginning to make me very worried.

“my team can’t even fucking listen to me anymore. it’s like talking to a brick wall sometimes.” i listen as he begins to rant, “it’s like they almost want to humiliate me! sending me and carlos both out for one lap during free practice three instead of two! and now for quali they just don’t give a fuck about what i say with the tryes!” i sigh as i watch him angrily pace over to me.

“i can’t do this anymore, y/n. i’m only going to embarrass myself at the race tomorrow!” i notice tears begin to fall down his distraught face. i feel my heart break in two at the sight. i grab his face in my hands and guide him to sit down on the couch next to me.

“charlie baby, you are not going to embarrass yourself tomorrow. do not let the pole position determine how good you do tomorrow. you’re the most incredible driver out there and i don’t care what anyone says. i heard one of the announcers say that your pace was the fastest of everyone’s, including max. you have the opportunity to redeem yourself tomorrow and i know that you will.” i comfort him as my thumb wipes some of the tears falling from his eyes.

“i don’t want to let jules down.” he whispers to me. “baby, you’re not letting him down,” i coo to him. “jules is proud of you no matter what. he doesn’t care what place you get. i know he’s so proud of how far you’ve come and the impact you’ve made on people’s lives.”

charles sighs and grabs me by the waist, pulling me into his side, “i’m sorry cherie. i’m so sorry for yelling at you and ignoring you. i shouldn’t have. i was just so upset with myself and i didn’t want you to see me like that-“ i cut him off, “charles, hush. i want you in every way. i want the good and the bad sides of you. i want to be there for you during times like this so i can reassure you and comfort you. that’s what im here for.” i tell him as i stroke his damp face with my thumb.

he grabs my face and tells me, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that right?” i shake my head no and giggle as he begins to smother me in kisses all over my face.

“well clearly i’m not doing a good enough job showing you, i need to step up my game.” he says and i giggle again at his words as my cheeks flush.

“i think you’re perfect the way you are, charlie. you’re going to kill the race tomorrow, no matter what happens, me and jules will be proud of you.” i assure him and he gives me a heart melting smile and grabs my chin to pull me in for a kiss.

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i guess charles’ breakdown was supposed to happen yesterday considering i am currently cheering for him with the biggest smile on my face as he stands on the first place podium, holding up the trophy and pointing up to the sky, “this is for you, jules!” he yells into the microphone and the whole crowd goes crazy as they all cheer for him.

fred walks up besides me with a smile on his face, “what did i say? no one else deserves it more than that boy.” i smile back and say, “you would be right. jules is proud of him.” fred agrees with me as we watch charles doing the champagne spray with max and lando.

after the celebration was over, i watch charles sprint down into the crowd as security chases after him, but little do they know he is really only coming for me.

“mon amour, we did it! we did it!” he yells as he jogs towards me and sweeps me up into his arms and kisses me passionately in front of everyone. both smiling into the kiss, we break apart, “i love you more than you’ll ever know, baby.” he tells me, champagne sticky hands cupping my face as he pulls me in for another kiss.

and nothing else mattered because it was such a life changing moment in charles career.

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deadly-symphony · 2 months

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( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

#pov #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk fanart #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #anime #japan #anime love

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haitanigostosos · 3 months

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#tokyo revengers #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers toman #haitani brothers #ran haitani #japan #fypシ #haitani x reader #izana kurokawa #fyp #ran tokyo revengers #random

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sunny6677 · 2 years

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Crumbled Papers

A (Hetalia) Japan x Male! Reader

Chapter 4

(READ THE TAGS FOR THE TWS)

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Chirping of crickets sounded from outside, as the shadows of the night came pouring down onto the lands of Japan's place.

The moon reflected still onto the land, bringing some natural light for those whom were out and about. Y/N was still awake, for he hadn't enough relaxation to sleep.

The light inside the bedroom was on and shining, making it practically the only room in the house with a light on.

Y/N looked at the thin poem he wrote on only a few hours ago, and then looked at his phone. 8:59. Japan was going to be coming any minute now.

Maybe then he could finally rest. He wouldn't have any unnecessary worry of getting hurt, he didn't have any comprehensive suggestion in his mind as to why he felt paranoid of someone inflicting harm on him when he himself was a country and experienced with fighting in his own right.

The inner machinations of his mind plagued him, his mouth went dry and his skin felt cold.

Fearful; that was the perfect way to describe how he felt. But why? He had never felt scared upon going to any other nations house, so why Japan's?

A rumbling sound crept up from outside, the sound of a car pulling up. It was 9:00, and a car had arrived. It must've been Japan.

Or at least he assumed so. Y/N stood up, and paced over to the door. He slid it open, and peeked out.

From inside the thin walls, he heard Japan's low voice and America's loud one speaking with one another outside.

Relief soothed his heart, the irrational thoughts of his mind insisting he was in danger became quieter.

The front door then slid open, revealing those familiar eyes of simbersite that held such a weird brightness to him once more.

Japan was back, and now, Y/N could finally sleep without any paranoia stinging his body.

"Oh, herro, Y/N-kun." Greeted Japan, just noticing Y/N peeking from inside the room.

Y/N looked away softly from hize gaze, and returned a simple; "Hey, heheh.."

Japan walked in, and slid the door closed again.

Y/N was unsure of what the japanese man had been doing, as he only began to walk towards the table inside the living room.

Japan sighed slightly, as Y/N only kept staring in curiosity.

Miriam Jasper eyes stared back at him after a few seconds, and he felt his skin grow warm.

"Eto.. do you need something?" Asked Japan, uncomfortably expressing a look of concern for his new roommate.

"A-- Ahm.. no, no! Not at all.. heheh, I'll, um.. just head back in here." Y/N laughed awkwardly as he then proceed to close the door to the room he would now call his bedroom until his house was repaired.

A fire of anxiety clinged to him, yet it didn't seem to be the same hellfire from before.

Y/N's heart beat at a rapid rate, why was this happening to him?

There was no reason for his heart to even be beating, there was no reason for the weird warmth that stayed on his body, there was no need for the needlessly quick replies.

So why was he doing it?

Y/N sighed a shivering sigh, as he clasped a hand over his chest.

He could feel it pounding against his chest, and anxiety clinged to his mentality again, yet not for any sort of paranoid reason in particular.

From behind the door, he heard slow and gentle footsteps, and without thinking-- he contorted his body towards the floor in a sitting position, as not to seem like he was just standing there for no reason the entire time.

Well, at least he tried to get into a sitting position.

His legs sprawled on the ground, his hands and arms supporting his upper torso, his head facing up at the ceiling. He looked more like he was in pain; before he could even think, the door slid open once more.

"Um, aporogies--" "N-- No.. No need to. Ah-- um, sorry, that was rude of me, continue.." Y/N only just realized how fast he cut off the man whoms eyes he grew so familiar with.

The man shot a look of concern for a brief moment, before continuing with what he was saying.

"Eto.. have you had anything to eat, Y/N-kun?" Politely asked Japan, placing a hand on the wall as he stepped in slowly.

"Anything to eat? Ah, um.. I've had some water to drink today, and a bit of chips, I think that's, uh.. it." Stammered Y/N.

"Rearry? Thats arr? My sincerest aporogies, if I had known how rittle you had eaten, I would have maken you something sooner." Japan bowed his head, a look of sadness brushing his face like a hand caressing someone's cheek.

"Ah, no-- no need, um.. you don't have to make me something if you don't want to, I'll manage." Y/N put up a hand defensively, not wanting Japan to do something for him like that so soon.

He didn't want to make Japan feel as if he had to do something for him just because he was staying there a while.

"Besides, I need to lose some weight anyway.. about time I started losing some." Added Y/N, but that only made the look of sadness on Japan's face more intense.

Japan's face looked like he just witnessed a puppy in a movie be murdered or something.

Japan didn't say anything to that, as a matter of fact, he only gave a even more intense look of concern.

It was starting to become apparent that Y/N was probably not going to be left alone after saying something like that.

A flicker of empathy flashed in his eyes, and he held a look of passionate dedication.

His voice became only slightly louder as he said; "Sushi. Amerika-kun said that was what you riked, right?"

"Eh?"

"Werr, i'rr go ahead and make you some."

"Wha-- what?! Japan, you really don't have to, man. I-- I can make some myself--"

"No, I want to make you some. It wourd be imporite of me to make you make your own. Prease, ret me herp you."

Y/N couldn't think of what to say, and finally, after endless thoughts screamed at him to not let him-- he gave in. With a bow of the head, he said; "Al.. Alright, I'll come out and eat then."

"But.. don't feel like you have to do this, I don't want you to feel pressured or anythin-- anything.." Y/N kept his face down, and fidgeted with his hands anxiously. Japan only replied with: "I don't feer pressured. I promise."

As genuine as his glowing eyes of bronzite looked, an aching feeling told Y/N that he was only doing it because he felt like he had to. And that only made beads of sweat accumulate from his skin even more.

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Y/N sat with his legs crossed at the small dinner table in the living room, Japan had finished the food he had so wonderfully crafted just for him. Taking small bites(as not to leave a bad impression), he kept glancing over at Japan occasionally.

Japan would be staring at his own lap sometimes, or sometimes he would glance back at Y/N, causing Y/N to look back down at his food and keep eating.

The food was wonderful, delicious I every way. No wonder he enjoyed sushi so much if this was coming from the man who invented it basically.

Y/N kept eating away, when randomly, Japan's low velvety voice began to speak. "Eto.. after this, maybe you shourd get some rest. You deserve some after what you went through." Suggested Japan, giving him(Y/N) a glance of worry.

Y/N rather fastly looked away almost immediately and spoke: "Um-- yeah, maybe I should! Hahaha.. it has been a long day after all, eheheh.."

Y/N only found that Japan's eyes of dark brown looked at him with even more worry.

"Your being oddry jorry for someone who just rost their home.. are you sure your arright?" Asked the asian man, cocking his head to the side out of curiosity for the state of this random strangers mental well being.

"Y-- Yes, I am, no need to fear.. or-- or worry.." Y/N stuttered back in response, and looked to the half-eaten sushi he had in the little utensils that the Japanese folks used.

Half of the sushi had been eaten from how good it was, but the increasing sense of nervousness flooding the room was making anymore sushi hard to stomach.

Y/Ns lips quivered, and he turned to look at the bedroom.

Sighing, they hurriedly spoke in a fast voice; "I.. um.. I think I'm full now, thank you, Japan.. for the, uh.. meal.. I'm sorry if I seem a bit hard to talk to today."

"Hard to tark to? No, you don't seem that way at arr.. sorry if i made you feer that way."

"No-- no, it's not you! It's just, uh.. i.. I'm just gonna put this up and head to bed now. See you.. well, not see you, you.. nevermind."

Y/N stood up at the speed of light, picked up the food, and quickly threw it away.

Racing thoughts of anxiety plagued him as he paced fastly toward the bedroom, and slid it closed.

Now that he was really alone, he could sulk by his lonesome til Japan came to bed too. Well, he wouldn't be by his lonesome for long.. Japan would come in to sleep soon.

Y/N let out a groan, why was he like this?! He shouldn't have been so nervous out there, Japan was just talking to him!

There was no need to feel scared of him, was there? So why was he acting this way-- no, feeling this way?

Y/N looked at the pajamas neatly packed in the corner of the room, the pajamas he owned.

With a sigh, he took them, and began to slip them onto himself. This was going to be a long night of trying to sleep, for sure.

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Japan had came in now, and currently, the light was turned plain off. Japan was sleeping right in front of the window, while Y/N slept on the right side of the room in a different futon.

He had to admit though, the futon was indeed quite comfortable.

He didn't know why, but with another person in a room with him, he always managed to sleep without any paranoia whatsoever. Yet this time was different, but it didn't feel like paranoia exactly.

Maybe it was because he barely knew this man, that was the only possible reasonable explanation.

Y/N yawned softly, and turned over to face the wall. He stuffed the blanket more closer onto the upper-half of his body, and hid in it like a little child.

He always felt soothed by big blankets, they made him feel at peace with himself.

He softly breathed in and out, but before slumber could pull him in into its tight embrace, he heard Japan talk once more.

"Werr, goodnight, Y/N.."

Y/N swallowed.

"Goodnight, Japan.."

#hetalia #japan x reader #aph japan #y/n #tw implied starvation of ones own self #tw implied depression #tw paranoia

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Italy, Canada, and Japan's reaction to s/o doing parkour.

Feliciano Vargas, Matthew Williams and Kiku Honda's Reaction of S/O Doing Parkour.

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Gender: Neutral:

Warning: Mention of Injuries and blood

A/N: Please don't do this unless you are a professional. I am not going to responsible if you read this and decide to wanna try these actions. Also, the picture is not mine and credit to the owner.

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Feliciano Vargas

Feliciano gives me a double signal here, and I have a little trouble with his reaction because I am sure that he would give two reactions (or more).

The first one he would be proud of or in awe, he would think you are a badass because you can jump from another building to another building like in those action movies.

Especially if you can do some kind of dangerous tricks while jumping from another height to another height, showing your skill like a pro.

I can also see that Feliciano wants to try it but once he sees the ground is far away from the building. You can guess, that he would run away and prefer to stay away.

You can see that he even shed some tears when he sees the height and whines like a baby once he realizes that parkour is very scary for him.

Another reaction is that he is worried if you get any injuries after you have done parkour around in dangerous places, especially if you happened to twist your ankle or your wrist, or even a broken bone.

When I said worry, it's not like he is standing there and told you to be careful. No, instead he would cling to you and whines with tears scrolling from his eyes.

"NO BELLA/BELLO. PLEASE DON'T DIE ON ME! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU DIE!!" He would definitely scream like that as he clung himself to you.

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Slipping your foot inside of the sneakers, you began jumping as you were standing in front of an enormous wall, getting heated up and ready to climb the wall and jump over it. As you can see, you have done this a lot, especially back then when you were with your best friends who also enjoy parkour.

You did not sense another person watching you from far away as his brown eyes were surprisingly open, instead of closing. His lips were popped into an 'o' shape, curiosity clearly written all over his face. This is his first time seeing you doing parkour because mostly the two of you mostly stay in the house and cook pasta together.

Feliciano was curious why did you keep jumping repeatedly until you gave yourself a boost, running towards the wall, jumping really high as both of your hands grabbed the edge of the wall, pulling your entire weight as you got higher from the wall before climbing it, having a zero difficulty to climb the flat wall.

Feliciano gasped, closes his eyes and jumped backwards, he did not expect you were able to climb the wall with no support such as rope or ladder. Instead, you jump over it and climb it easily like a cat would when roaming from another area to other areas.

Hearing the loud gasp from Feliciano, you turn around to see your boyfriend watching you with awe even though both of his eyes were closed. "....How much you see my action, Feli?" You ask your boyfriend.

"Everything bella/bello! You are so awesome! Can you teach me how to do parkour?" He smiles giddily.

"Are...you sure? It's quite dangerous. You would be scared," you were unsure if you are able to teach your cowardly boyfriend.

"Nonsense Bella/Bello! I am sure that once I can do parkour like you, we can do parkour together!" He huffs, still smiling happily.

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You were right about one thing that you should not have brought him at all. Taking a deep breath, you massage the bridge of your nose, annoyed by Feli's antics as he was crying and his arms wrapped around you. You swore it feels like dating a baby and not a guy when he's like this.

"BELLA/BELLO!!! THE JUMP IS TOO HIGH!! I'M TOO SCARED" he cried, hugging you harder than before.

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Kiku Honda

I am also lost with Kiku Honda's reaction if you are his S/O who can do parkour because he's not really a reactive character like Feliciano or America.

However. I can see one of his reactions if he knows that you can do parkour. One of them is a worrying feeling, he is scared if you ended up with broken bones or a heavy injury.

Before you can jump and climb from a wall to another wall, he will stand in front of you with his blank stare and trying to stop you as he apologize to you.

"I am sorry (Y/N)-chan/(Y/N)-kun. I am not arrowing you to do a parkour because it is very dangerous for you. I do not want you to injure yourself," he would say those while blocking you.

However, if you are stubborn and push him away because you truly love parkour. He would let you be but he would let you fo parkour but he would stay and watch over you, already prepared with any kind of medic kit if you ended up injured.

Another reaction that I can see is that he would be secretly proud even though he would not tell his opinion that you are a badass for having the ability to do parkour.

He knows that you already train a lot and that's why during the timeline when the two of you just start dating, he saw many scars on your arms and legs.

He was worried and thought the scars were because you had a fight with someone and had bad injuries from it until you told him that the scars are from parkour. He was relieved and thinks you are strong.

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A pair of blank dark brown eyes stare at his partner as he can feel the lump in his throat making him harder to breathe like a normal person as his heart beating crazy as if there was no tomorrow. He couldn't bare to see the sight in front of his eyes as he did not believe what he was seeing, trying to deny it.

It was you that stood on top of an enormous wall and getting ready to jump to the other wall without any safety or a mat underneath the walls. His eyes widened as you began jumping before pushing your limit to smart running before calculating the step and jump over the edge of the wall.

Both of your hands grabbed the edge of the another well as your foot landed on the wall, almost falling off and endangering your bottom area. He couldn't help but let out a tiny yelp when he saw those actions and quickly closed his eyes in case there is any sounds of crashing but it did not happen at all.

Opening his eyes, he saw that you did pull the jumping from other wall trick and you were able to climb the wall safely with a little bit of difficulty since the wall is a little bit slippery.

As you get down carefully, Kiku marches up at you and you could tell that the short Japanese man in front of you is angry. Even if his eyes were blank, the anger was written all over his face.

"(Y/N)-San/Kun/chan/ What were you thinking? What you did was very restless. You could have farr from that height and ended up broken bones," Kiku crosses his arms, scolding you as if you were a kid.

"Darin (Darling), you don't need to worry. I'm a pro at parkour. I was just practising for the upcoming game," You told your boyfriend.

"Stirr, it is very dangerous. I need you to come here, (Y/N)-san/kun/chan" he still scolds you in a worried manner.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly and carefully goes down from the wall by the ladder on next to you and trudges to your Japanese boyfriend. You were a little bit surprised when he grabbed both of your hands because you know he doesn't like a physical contact as Kiku pulls the gloves on your hand carefully to see some little scratches.

His face immediately turns a little bit blue as he sees the scratches on your hands but it was gone in a second and taking out the antiseptic from his bag, "Here. This is for the scratch. Next time, prease be carefur- Danna (Husband)/Yome (Wifey)."

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Matthew Williams

I am also lost with Matthew Williams's reaction if his s/o can do parkour and it is a little bit harder than Kiku Honda's reaction. In fact, I can see that he has several reactions and one of them is worry.

Just like the rest, he is worried if you ended up injuring yourself because of the parkour. He hates to see if you accidentally twist your ankles or wrist or if he sees a fresh would, especially broken bones. He would be panicked.

Unlike Kiku Honda, I can see Matthew is less panicking that Kiku if he sees the injuries. If Kiku Honda would sweating bullets and his actions would be a little bit rash, he would be a little bit calmer than Kiku.

I can see that he is more prepared than Kiku and since he is taller and bigger than Kiku, it would be easy for him to pick you up carefully and bring you to the nearest hospital instead of panicking if you ended up injured.

I can see he would scold you but not in a higher voice, his scold would be even less harsh than Kiku and a little bit more gentle than him.

"(Y/N), you should be careful the next time when you did a parkour. That was really dangerous what you did and I was scared when I saw you land on one of your ankles and seeing you in pain," he is angry but not too angry.

Other than worry, I can see another reaction that he will show when you are doing parkour is that he would try to encourage you to do safer hobbies.

Safer hobbies I mean as in hiking together with safety as the two of you sightseeing the view of the forest and the peaceful creatures inside of it but he wouldn't force you if you don't want it.

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Pulling the zipper of your bag, your hands grab the shoes on top of the couch along with the medical kit, towel, bottle of water, and handkerchief. Slinging the strap of the bag, you were ready to say goodbye to your boyfriend to go out and practice parkour together with your friends.

Before you could mutter out some words, you could see a pair of purple eyes from the kitchen as he looks at you with crossed arms and a frown on your boyfriend's face. It was clear that Matthew is not going to let you go out once you see the pose he's in but you realy want to practice your parkour skill.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask him.

"Maple, I don't want to be harsh on you but remember a few week ago after your practice?" Matthew asks.

"...No? I don't feel anything though," you lied.

"...Show me your right ankles then, maple," Matthew squinted his eyes, suspicious with the way you divert your eyes from his eyes.

"I'm fine though. Seriously, you don't need to worry. I man, I still can walk," you keep trying to lie your way out.

"...Maple..." he takes a deep breath as the glint n his eyes were gone.

"...Fine. I won't do parkour," the edge of your lives curved downward.

As you walk away, Matthew could not help but feel guilty. He knows that you really love parkour because of the sensation and the adrenalin you got from it but let's rewind what happened a few weeks ago when your were parkour together with your friend as something horrible happened to you.

↠ Flashback ↞

As you running together with your friend and racing with each other to reach from jumping the edge of another building to another building. All of you had fun together as the gust of the wind hit against your soft skin, giving you a cold sensation from it.

From far, you could see some woods that you could climb. Your eyes drift to your friend's eyes who also looking at you with excitement in their eyes. The edge of your lips curved upwards before looking at those woods and running together with your friends however it did not occur to you and your friends that the wood isn't strong enough and because of that. You fall off as you landed on one of your feet, earning a twisted ankle as you scream in pain.

Once Matthew heard the news of you were injured from the call of your friends, he immediately rush himself to the hospital to see your condition and when he see your ankle was bandaged. Guilt washes over him, he couldn't stand to see you in pain as he wraps his arms around you, promising to himself to protect you at all costs.

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