Picilou

You went shopping one day for shirts. During that time you came across a pink shirt with a fake breast pocket with peeps on it, witten on the pocket it said, "chilin' with my peeps". You smirked as you thought of how your "Prussian" friend might react. ~~Time skip~~ You decided to wear your new shirt to screw around with a certain male. Uninvited, you entered your friend's house. You took off your shoes and announced your presence. "Oh hello zhere (y/n)!", Gilbert greeted with a beer in hand. He first looked happy to see you the expression quickly turned to confusion as he notice what you were wearing. "Umm, vhy is Gilbird on your shirt?",

Shut up and and Dance-Icelandxreader *Song fic* "Oh don't you dare look back. Just keep your eyes on me." I said, "You're holding back," She said, "Shut up and dance with me!" This woman is my destiny She said, "Oh, oh, oh, Shut up and dance with me." Emil Steilsson was more or less forced to go to a dance, he was wearing a simple tuxedo. He didn’t see why he had to go, he was just going to sit in the back anyways. Once he arrived at the location, he saw numerous people from his class. Matthias tried many times to get him to interact with the crowd, then, he got an idea. We were victims of the night, The chemical, physical, kryptonite

Heracles was basically on the run from you. Ever since you watched that movie 300, you were literally chasing him around screaming "THIS IS SPARTA" and attempting to kick him down the stairs, off a hill, into someone, etc.. He loved all of the great history and movie adaptations about great men of his country, but right now 300 was a movie he could go without. "Heracles, do you think this chase is madness?" He tensed up. His hiding place wasn't very good. Behind the couch. With a cat that wouldn't stop mewling. Mroww! Your attention was drawn to the couch. "Oh Heracles~" You creepily chimed out before peering over the couch to see a ter

(Y/n) smiles when she wakes up as it’s two of her best friends’ birthday and one of them also happens to be her crush. She’s wanting this party to be one of the best parties that she’s thrown, so of course, she recruited America and Prussia to decorate, knowing that they’re good with throwing parties. They’ll be arriving shortly after breakfast, so (Y/n) stands up and runs to get dressed, excited for the day. She dresses in an outfit that’s styled in a Chinese style, glad that the outfit is as comfortable as it looks. She heads downstairs to have breakfast and eats quickly. She hears a knock on her d

    "Storebror (big brother)!" You sighed as you came into your house to find your older brother, Denmark, once again passed out on the couch from a wild day out on the town.    "Hm... oh... ________...Jeg elsker dig (I love you) ?" he said laughing awkwardly like he knew he was in trouble.    "Why do you always do this?" you asked shutting the door behind you and putting your bag down before walking over to check on him.    "Because..." he said looking down and shrugging. "Don't be mad lillesøster (little sister)? Please?"    You sighed before brushing some hair out of his face, yes, it was true that Denmark could drive you crazy s

     I sighed as I walked up to the door of the Nordic five’s house. Denmark had called me and said that something bad had happened to one of Norway’s spells. I rang the doorbell and heard someone, most likely Denmark, yelling that they would get it. It swung open to reveal the predicted nordic.    “(Y/n)! Thank god you’re here! Lukas has gone all sorts of nutty and we can’t keep him calm.” He said as he grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me through the door. I opened my mouth to make a sharp retort when I heard the sound of metal hitting metal? I looked closer at Denmark and saw that he had dark circles

“Ms. _______________?” “Yes?” “You fellow co-workers are at the bar again. The bar manager called.” “GREAT! Now I have to pick up those idiots again.” You said as you grabbed your house keys. “Thanks for informing me.” You said as you left out of your mansion. You were ________ _________, the personification of ___________. You usually went to those world conferences that were held in many places of the world. Luckily the latest one was held at your place. You had made many friends that were in those conferences since you first became independent from England about 50 years ago.

“I want to throw you on my bed, strip you down, and make love to you while you leave scratches on my back and scream my name. If… that’s okay with you, of course.” Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware ;) You’re a girl with a problem. If he wasn’t in your life, then things would practically be perfect. But the fact was, he is in your life, whether you want him there or not. You’ve got yourself a seemingly emotionless, creepy, perverted stalker who loves cats and has a habit of talking dirty. In other words; it’s Greece. He loves you, or so he claims… but lately it seems

"Hey, Lukas!" Hm, here you are again with that bright and cheery smile. "Hello there." "How have you been? Anything cool happen since yesterday?" I wonder why you always ask me that question. Is there really a need for it? My answer's always the same. "Not particularly. Did anything happen to you?" "Well, I saw something pretty cool on the news last night. They've apparently started digging through the Gulf of Mexico to learn more about the asteroid which killed the dinosaurs." This thing again? "Didn't you tell me about this almost a year ago?" "Yeah, when I was doing a current events project for science class I read about it. It ta

Another conference of nations has reached midpoint and you were caught dead of boredom. Today's meeting was focused on Northern Europe, which meant there wasn't much to talk to talk about because that obnoxious Danish would ramble on and on about completely irrelevant topics. He was so full of himself and stuck up that it disgusted you. But sitting quietly behind the Danish-douche was Sweden, Berwald as he was called. He was gazing right at you...looking somewhat ticked off. It felt highly uncomfortable. Not to mention, the more you tried to look away, the more seriously he gaze. Had you done anything to make him act like this? Impossible; y