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@hetaliareaderfanfic
i’m not sure if you’re still online but your 2p canada fics have always been a major comfort of mine. even after i grew out of my fanfic phase i would always go back to the ones you wrote and just re-read them. so thank you for that, i hope you’re doing well
Hello! Thank you so much for this sweet message💙 Keep safe and I hope you're doing well, too!
Can I request a 2p Canada x reader, where the reader runs inside saying something was trying to attack them and Matthieu checks it out but it’s just a happy puppy wanting the pets? If not that’s fine, thank you so much I love your writing!
Close the Door
2P!Canada x Reader
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Rustles by the wild bushes alert you. You are still not used to the woody neighborhood where your boyfriend lives. Your habit of listening to creepypastas and murder documentaries does not help your creative mind that is instantly activated by the slightest of sound. Perhaps visiting your boyfriend by surprise is not a good idea after all.
There goes the rustling sound again. Is it a snake? A shapeshifter? A human? You cannot see what is giving you goosebumps. Carefully, you continue walking. You are just a few meters away from your boyfriend's cabin. Just a few more attentive steps and you will feel safe again. Step, rustle, step, rustle, rustle, jump, and sprint. Without seeing what you suddenly feel is running after you, you run for your life. "Matthieu, help! Open the door!" You scream, scaring away some resting birds on some nearby trees.
A spark of relief hits you as the door opens and reveals your confused, but ready to rescue boyfriend. You almost dive inside and instruct Matthieu to close the door. But instead of closing it, he walks outside.
"Matthieu!" You scream with great worry.
He bends down, picks something up, and faces you. "You're scared of this, eh?" He pets the white fluffy puppy with fondness. He has always loved animals, and animals seem to be easily fond of him as well. The pup happily wags its tail for the affection.
You stare at its quiet smile at you, waiting to be pet more by the one it was chasing earlier. You almost cry of embarrassment and great relief as you walk outside to Matthieu and take the puppy in your arms. "I'm sorry, baby doggy! I didn't know it's a very cute puppy running after me!" You embrace and pet it with apology and adoration without any more thoughts of shapeshifters.
"Hana! Hana! Where are you?" A shout echoes around you.
The puppy moves as if telling you to put it down, so you do. It then excitedly runs to the source of the calling voice. Not far, you see a silhouette of a man that seems to happily reunite with the puppy. You feel Matthieu suddenly becomes alert, though strangely, you do not feel any fear.
The silhouette seems to observe you and Matthieu from afar at first before deciding to walk towards the cabin. "Hello! You're the first neighbors I see. I just moved here. I live some hundreds of trees away. Nice to meet you!" A blonde man with a kind smile greets the two of you without saying his name.
Matthieu barely nods as an acknowledgement.
"Hello! Your pup is very cute!" You greet Matthieu's neighbor, not mentioning your earlier thoughts of it.
"Thanks! Her name is Hanatamago!" He replies. "We've been looking for her for more than an hour now. My husband and I have been so worried. Bye for now! But you may visit us whenever you want!"
"Take care! I hope you enjoy it here!" You bid the man and his puppy goodbye, while Matthieu only stares at them. Most people are easily intimidated by your boyfriend's glare, but his neighbor does not really seem to mind it.
As the two of you are left alone at the front door, Matthieu speaks. "I want a dog. Let's get one."
You look at him and smile. "Sure."
"You're not lost this time, eh?" Matthieu smirks at you.
"I just learned adrenaline rush can take me to my destination." You smile at him and notice from the side a bear approaching you. "Hello, Kuma. You're gonna have a sibling. How does that sound?" You embrace the friendly bear who always visits you and Matthieu.
"Sounds good, right? Right." Matthieu replies in behalf of the bear before he talks to it. "Or will it make Y/N forget about me, eh? Imagine she's here to surprise me, yet shows love only for a dog and a bear."
You raise an eyebrow as you chuckle. "Oh, you. Come here, you, mapleman, and let me love you."
May I please get a Jealous 2p England x reader? Thank you further more!
Moving On 2P!England x Reader
(Hello, Anon! Sorry this took so long. I’ve been busy with work and stuff. Also, I thought of making this a continuation of this and I hope it is all right!)
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“Are you okay?” I stop humming, but not the wiping of the small plates. “You’re not your jolly self today.”
Oliver almost flinches in surprise as if I just caught him off guard. “Oh, you, silly! What are you saying?” He fakes a smile. I know that is fake.
“Let me guess. You’re hungry? Let’s have some dinner. My treat for a change.” I playfully wink at him as if that could lift his spirits up, but it does not. He still pouts.
This is different from that time he had a crush on a regular customer. “Who is it this time?” I ask him. I have not noticed him liking another customer after that. Have I simply stopped caring to not notice a new one? Wow, I sure have moved on, but I’m being a bad friend now, am I not?
“Tall, dark, and handsome. You like that kind, do you not, Y/N?” He asks me.
I close the drawer of plates. “Allen?”
“See, love, you instantly knew who I am referring to.” He looks too offended as he slightly frowns. This is the first time I see him like this.
“Well, Allen is the only one who fits that description.” Why does he sound so annoyed? Sure, Allen ‘does not fit in his pastel shop,’ as he had already described him before. But what’s his problem with him? Wait, wait, I just asked who… does it mean… “You like Allen?”
“What the bloody hell, Y/N?” This is the first time I hear him swear. Not to mention, his highly irritated voice. I have seen and heard him being happy, whether real or not, and that one time he was down. This one is new. I surely do not know him that much yet despite a year of friendship.
Perhaps I look too surprised. “Sorry, I did not mean to raise my voice like that.” He says. I can feel the sincerity in his tone. He looks around to check that all is in its right place.
I get my things. “Tell me about it while we eat our dinner. Let’s go?” I try to smile as he walks towards me. He holds my hand as he gently squeezes it. I don’t know if my heart stops beating or in a race. I just don’t know.
“Do you fancy that piece of shit?” He asks. His eyebrows that perfectly frame his handsome face are knitted with worry.
I can’t help but laugh. “Do you hate him? Did he do something to you? I can talk to him about it if you want. And to answer your question, I’m just being casually friendly with him, especially he is a regular customer, but well, I might not say no to him if he ever asks me out on a date.” I try to imagine such a scenario, but it does not really give a special feeling. Perhaps my imagination is not working well this very time, or maybe it is because Oliver is still holding my hand. But he randomly and casually does that, so I don’t know.
“And if I ask you out on a date?” His face is slightly red.
Ah, my heart did not stop beating at all. It is in a race.
“Y/N? He was here again today and you looked so happy talking to him. I cannot be tall, dark, and handsome, but will you go out with me if I ask you out on a date?” He leans a little closer.
I can’t say a word. Is he… “Oliver, what’s…” This is the first time he speaks like this.
“I am quite jealous, love.” He pouts. “I thought we’re getting closer.”
Trying to regain composure is not that easy, huh. Where do I start what? “Well, Ollie, I think so, too, that we’re closer. At least compared to before.” I am so confused. Is he jealous as a friend? Would I be too silly to assume more than that? Hey, self, you have moved on, right? I try to smile.
“Let’s go out on a dinner tonight, love.” Oliver says without looking away from my eyes as if he is trying to hypnotize me with a spell he does not need.
“I just asked you that earlier, didn’t I?”
“A dinner date, Y/N, wherein we talk about us and not just about cakes.” His face is red. His tone a little high-pitched, complaining, pleading, endearing.
I can’t help but smile. Look at this silly handsome man. He is the one who always talks about cakes, yet now he says this stuff. “Sure.” I reply sounding unsure.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, if you feel like I am forcing you on this. You do not have to say yes if you do not want to.” He lets go of my hand and moves a little farther as if just realizing his actions were so sudden and quite overwhelming.
“No. I-I really don’t mind. I just thought I have… moved on from my feelings for you, but I just, you.. uh… are you sure about this? I mean, you see, I-”
His lips are soft and sweet. I never thought adorable Oliver could be aggressive. He looks at me and shyly smiles. “Y/N, will you be my cupcake?”
I snort. “Are you for real? That’s so corny, but yes.”
“Is it? Will you be my treat? Is that better?”
I can’t believe sweet Oliver can sport such a smirk. I surely do not know him that much yet. Perhaps I look too amused. “I can surprise you more.” He says. There is something different in his tone, but I just don’t know what it is. He looks around to check that all is in its right place. We close the shop. He hums joyfully as we walk hand in hand. “Thank you, love.” He says, but I don’t know what to say, so I just lean on his shoulder as we move on to our dinner date.
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He glances at me from time to time and smiles. He hums joyfully as he bakes cupcakes and even passes some happiness to some customers. We learn new things about each other daily and become even closer than before. Sometimes, our faces turn red when our hands touch, but true smile is always there, if not a blush. And surely, he does surprise me in good ways.
“Thanks, Allen.” Oliver says to our regular customer. “Enjoy the treats!” Allen gives us both that friendly smile and we watch him walk to someone waiting for him at one table. Oliver then glances at me and smiles.
Yes!! Thank you so much!! The one shot is beautiful!!!
Aww I'm glad to know that. Thank you as well! 🖤
¡Hola! Im not sure if you take any requests atm but can I have a "U" for Matthew?
Prompt U: Unrequited love is addictive.
APH Canada x Reader
(Angst)
Why do I miss something I have never experienced? Your warm embrace that takes away my tiredness because of a busy day. Your gentle kiss that makes me melt with love.
Why do I long for something I have never had? Your comforting touch that makes me feel everything is good in this world. Your sweet loving smile that is always only for me. Your love…
Is it so wrong to wish it is just not yet? May it be at least it is just not yet? Please? Please. But who am I kidding. Who am I supplying false hope but myself.
“Oh, come on, Matthew. There she is!” I have mastered this most supportive smile I could ever fake. “This is your chance. Don’t waste it! Good luck!”
I watch your nervous, yet determined expression. You are already blushing, Matthew, and you’re not even approaching her yet. Go now, please. I don’t know how long I can hold this painful smile. After all these years. This is the last. I hope this is the last of this smile I make.
Russia with L
Prompt L: Loneliness can connect two people.
APH Russia x Reader
Your intuition is louder than his fake laugh that mocks those who ridicule him. Your instinct tells you that his calculated actions and delayed consideration of others’ feelings do not mean he is evil. Ivan is just hated, but he is not as terrible as others claim he is.
You walk to him when you see him eating alone in the middle of the cafeteria. The table is for four people, but the three seats are unoccupied. All the other students try to find another spot, wait for someone else to finish their meal, or eat somewhere else.
You sit beside the seat across him before you ask, “Is this seat taken?”
You notice how he looks amused, curious, delighted. “Da. It’s your seat.”
“Okay, that’s a little creepy, but also sweet. But weird. And also… Why am I like this? Please don’t judge him. Please don’t judge him.” You mentally debate with yourself as you give him a smile for the sake of being polite.
You quietly eat your food unaware of the attention you are receiving until Ivan speaks. “They’re looking at you. Sorry. I’ll look for another table.” You hear the sadness in his forced chuckle.
“That’s your seat. Don’t mind them. They’re just envious of your… food.” You say to comfort him, but your attention is now on his soup. “What’s that?” You never see it being sold in the cafeteria.
“Rassolnik! Want some?” Ivan opens the thermos beside his bowl and shows it to you.
It is not rude to politely decline, right? “Sure!” You tell him as your curiosity is greater than your being a stranger to each other. But you do not have a bowl.
Ivan opens a small bag and gets a bowl similar to what he is using and fills it with some soup before moving it to you.
“You bring two bowls?” You ask with amusement.
“I always wanted to eat with a friend during lunch break, so I always bring two.” He replies with a smile.
“Oh, well, where’s your friend? Is it alright if I use their bowl?” You hesitate to touch the soup.
“You’re the first person to eat with me. It’s your bowl now.” He looks at you and reluctantly asks, “Can we be friends?”
“Wait, wait.” You tell your loner self. “I did not sit here to have a friend, but because it’s the only available spot.” “Sure!” “What am I getting myself into?”
He smiles, and you know it is real. He moves the bowl even closer to you and excitedly waits for you to try his soup.
You bravely have a taste. “It’s good.”
“Thank you!” He says with that real smile.
You feel emotional as you notice how near he seems to crying. You can feel his genuine happiness. “Aww, this pure giant.” “Did you make this?”
“Da. I make rassolnik every week.” He responds. “And because I had no friend, I usually eat all of it by myself. Now I have a friend to share it with.” He points to his thermos of soup while still looking at you.
“Free food.” You chuckle at yourself. “He’s nice. Why does everyone avoid him?” “Oh, I’m Y/N.”
“I know.” He is still smiling.
“What the -?” Most of your old classmates do not remember you, or do not even notice you. You can easily blend in in most places like a chameleon. Or is it you who simply does not give a shit? Though you know Ivan, of course, like everyone else.
“We’ve been classmates before in one subject.” He seems to see the question in your eyes.
You slowly nod with a tense smile and try to focus on finishing your food. “This person does not realize the impact of his words and actions.”
“So we’re friends now, right?” He asks for confirmation.
“Let me think about it. Make me comfortable first, please.” “Yes!” You mentally slap yourself.
“Great! I can walk you home. I know where you live.” His smile is plastered as if his jaw never aches. He sees the horror in your eyes. “I just happen to notice we always walk the same way, though I live farther.” He suddenly looks apologetic.
Your intuition tells you he is being truthful. You trust your instinct that Ivan is not a completely terrible person. “I will be a good friend to him.” You tell yourself, not knowing you will be more than that in the future.
Could I politely request a part 2/continuation?
Very well. I hope this is all right. Continuation:
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Your laugh is louder than the hushed whispers that ridicule you. You have no idea of the last time you have laughed that much, but it is not important now. You and Ivan share dark humor and pictures of cute animals, and that is what matters now.
Your observation tells you that Ivan’s sudden unease is because he is hated. You fill your spoon with your food and hold it up to his mouth. “I’ve heard somewhere that showing affection in public makes people uncomfortable and they tend to look away.”
You see the surprise in his eyes, and only then you realize what you are doing. You let him eat the food you have offered before awkwardly pretending you have not done something out of the ordinary. You both eat quietly in the middle of the cafeteria, unaware that the people around no longer bother to give awful remarks.
“Y/N, are you… you’re not taken, right?” This is the first time Ivan actually asks you a personal question after months of friendship. It is either he already knows something about you through his observations or secret investigations—who knows?—, or you casually tell him something without him asking just like he does.
You notice how his smile looks shy. “I’m not.” You try to sound unbothered. “Why is he suddenly asking that? Should I ask why? But how?”
Then there is just silence.
“Why is he not asking a follow-up question? Wait, what am I thinking? This is not an interview or anything. Maybe he’s just suddenly curious? Is he taken?” “Are you taken?” “Oh, no. Did I sound too interested?”
“Da, you can take me… if you want.” You can see his embarrassment on his pink cheeks.
“What…?” You do not know why, but you cannot help smiling. “Sure! I’m taking you.” “Whatever the hell am I getting myself into?”
He smiles with delighted confusion. “Really? Y/N, that means I’m taking you, too.”
“As if I don’t know that.” You look at him as if he is being silly. “What the hell am I doing? What’s happening?”
His smile looks contented. “Let’s have some ice cream later on the walk home to celebrate.”
Like normal and awkward new lovers on their first date, you blend in with the few people in queue at the ice cream shop. Walking home, you hold hands with Ivan with both of your other hands holding ice cream cones. “I want to be a good girlfriend to him.” You tell yourself, not knowing you will be more than that in the future.
I leave this here for your reference. These are the characters and the number of fanfictions I have written for them so far. This is a mixture of fictions I just wanted to write, requests, and prompts; and one shots and series. The characters on the left side are those in the list of the characters I actually write for, while on the right are specifically requested (except for the “Any”, which I just wanted to write).
I might be busy for the next months, and might not be able to post as much as before, but I might still post from time to time. You may send me a message or ask anytime, and I will reply as soon as I can. I hope all of you are enjoying a good day!
Hello there. I have a request if that's okay. I really liked the prompt B with Romano. Could you do a second part to it where they get back together? I really enjoy your writing btw.😊 Romano is my favorite.
Part Two of "Buried feelings can be unburied. "
APH Romano x Reader
"What's with your outfit? Are you going on a date?" Lovino eyed Y/N, who just walked out her apartment door.
"Look who's talking." Y/N eyed him back as they walked to Lovino's car. "Where's Feli?"
"He went to Kiku's earlier, and said they'll just meet us at the theatre." He looked at Y/N again before starting the car. "Why the fuck are you dressed like that? Do you have a date with some shithead after the movie?" He asked in an annoyed tone.
Y/N's irritation was obvious in her knitted brows. And she thought they could at least be casual after being just fine being around each other when they camped a week ago. "Feli told me to. And what does it have to do with you? Even you are dressed well and look really good in it. What's your problem?" Y/N ranted, yet later realized what she said.
"Of course, I look good. And my stupid brother told me to wear..." Lovino did not finish his reply as he thought this was his brother's plan all along.
They drove to the theatre in awkward silence.
Disappointment was evident in Lovino's scowl when his brother and their friends actually arrived. His anxious assumption was for nothing.
"Fuck you." Lovino quietly said while looking at his brother who was quick to sit beside Y/N.
"It's not like I fucking want to sit beside her." Lovino grumbled to himself for two hours.
Miraculously, Feliciano and their other friends just disappeared after going out of the theatre.
"Where the fuck are you?" Lovino almost shouted at his brother on the phone.
"We just went somewhere. Enjoy!" Feliciano said before ending the call, while watching his older brother from his and their friends' hiding spot.
"The fuck? Hello? Oy! Felishit!?" Lovino almost strangled his phone.
"They're okay. I just talked to Kiku." Y/N tried to calm Lovino, unsure of what to do herself. She thought this might happen, but dismissed such assumption when their friends actually showed up. Such awkwardness was just delayed after all.
"What now? Do we just go home?" He looked around to hide his smile of joy. "I'm fucking hungry. Let's eat somewhere. My treat."
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"Why don't you come inside for some coffee?" Y/N offered as Lovino opened the door for her. He had always done this. Before, during, and after their romantic relationship. He had always been that awkward gentleman with a bad mouth.
"Yeah, sure." Lovino accepted as he thought a cup of coffee seemed good after dinner.
Y/N's apartment did not change much even after almost a year of not going there. But the dried familiar wild flowers in a new vase caught his attention.
"Just how you like it." Y/N went back to the living room from her small kitchen, and put down two cups of coffee on her small coffee table.
Lovino chuckled to himself. His taste on coffee depended on his mood. And Y/N always knew when he preferred sweet or bitter, or which could make him feel good. He took his cup. Of course, it was his. It was their 'corny couple cup' after all. The red was his. He took a sip. "It's fucking hot!"
Y/N looked at him like he was an idiot. "Of course, it's hot."
"You're hot." Lovino retaliated with confidence that quickly faded.
Y/N looked at him with a flattered and mocking smile. "Are you trying to flirt with me?"
"The coffee's hot, dammit." He responded.
"Oh, alright, the coffee." Y/N tried to sound casual to hide her embarrassment, which seemed to alert Lovino.
"What-? Of course, I fucking meant you!" His voice was rather loud.
"Are you shouting at me?" Y/N questioned, but then laughed. "Aren't we stupid?" She looked at him with endearment and stopped holding back herself. "I missed you."
And with that, Lovino rushed to embrace her. "Fucking hell, I thought you hate me so much I hated myself for it."
"Well, I did hate you." Y/N laughed. "But it did not really last long. I thought you hate me so much and it hurt me." She hugged him tight. "I miss you, Lovi."
"Will you be my girlfriend? Again?" Lovino asked, almost in a whisper, as if saying it louder would wake him up from just a dream. But he felt her shoulders move as she chuckled. He was sure he heard her reply, "Yes, Lovi. I still love you. I love you. Let's be better this time." And he felt her lips on his. Ah, how he missed their kiss, and now he was taking all those kisses he had missed.
Aloha! I reeeeally like the way you write and I’m a slut for Romano, if your request are open, may I get a short drabble of my baby saving reader from a bloody disaster? More specifically reader bleeding on herself and not realizing til he saves her? I hope I clarified that enough 😅 thank you!
Red
APH Romano x Reader
Walking around the piazza enjoying the view, Y/N's solo adventure was stopped with an umbrella. Surprised by the action of the face-painted street performer gently pulling her closer to him with his prop, Y/N thought it was just part of his show and debated with herself if she should play along with the act.
The performer moved a little closer. Y/N could see the handsome features of the man despite the abstract paint facade.
"Bella, your skirt is stained." The street performer said in a quiet voice as he waited for Y/N to hold the umbrella herself to cover her behind, and casually went back to performing.
The situation slowly registering to Y/N, she responded with delighted embarrassment and walked towards the performer, careful of holding the lent umbrella. "I'll be back to return this later." She almost whispered.
"I accept date as payment. I'll wait by the fountain." The street performer winked and danced away to end the conversation.
Flustered Y/N awkwardly walked back to the place she was staying in that was not very far from, but not also very near the piazza.
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Waiting by the fountain with the opened umbrella under a starry night, Y/N looked around for the street performer. It was not like she went back prepared for the date - she just felt like changing into her clean and prettiest dress - she told herself after being annoyed at and dealing with her sometimes irregular menstruation.
Y/N absentmindedly walked around the fountain and admired its beauty. She was not so late in noticing an awkward man in a fashionable coat she almost bumped into. She then moved to the side and continued walking while thinking to herself how handsome the man was, and how weird it was that he seemed familiar. A model? A celebrity? Who knew? Not Y/N.
"Ehem."
Y/N ignored the fake cough asking for attention.
"Bella, that's my umbrella."
Y/N turned around and realized that the awkward handsome man was the street performer. "Oh. Wow." She then remembered the umbrella, struggled to close it neatly, and handed it to the man. "Oh. Here, thank you so much." "Oh my god, he's so fucking handsome!"
"So, er, are you... " The handsome awkward man acted so different from earlier. "Do you... want me to tour you around?"
Y/N giggled for no exact reason. She found him adorable with or without his painted appearance.
"What the fuck are you laughing about?" The man seemed to panic in embarrassment. "I shouldn't have removed that fucking paint."
Y/N absentmindedly patted the man's face gently. "You're so adorable. And you don't need a paint. Your face is already red." And then she laughed.
"Fuck y-" The man remembered he was a gentleman, and thought of using the woman's words to his advantage: his face painted with awkward and embarrassed blush. "Bella, do we use the same paint, then?"
Thanks to the bright lights of the fountain. The two kept quiet with red faces.
"Lovino. That's my name." He said to the fountain.
"Y/N." The fountain, rather, Y/N replied.
Silence.
"So, I heard you will tour me around?" Y/N courageously asked.
"Uh, yes, I heard that, too. Let's go." Lovino answered. "And a date, dammit." He murmured to himself as they walked.
"Did you say something?" Y/N looked at him.
"I said date, dammit."
"It's a date, then, Lovino!"
It was a date.
If they wanted to, could this anon talk to you in pm? I really wanna start a blog and it’s harder than I thought it would be :/ thinking that maybe you could help? ówò
Hello! Yes, you can send me a pm if you'd be more comfortable that way, though I'm not really sure how I could help
Bliss Still
APH Canada x Reader
After very silently opening the door, you almost tiptoed your way to sneak behind him. He was leaning on the headrest, his arms on the armrest. He looked so tired on his birthday, a Monday.
You hesitated for a while if you should disturb him from his busy day with loaded work he had brought from the office last week, or if you should interrupt his short rest to eat the food you prepared.
You covered his eyes with your hands as you gave him a kiss on the forehead. Your palms felt his smile as his hands reached to hold your hands while running a finger on your wedding ring.
Matthew moved your hands closer to his heart and looked at you with endearing love. It was the very same expression he had on your wedding day a few years ago.
You smiled at him and bent to kiss his lips. "It's your birthday, you're so busy with work." You pouted as you moved to the side to embrace him and leaned your head on his.
He laughed quietly as he wrapped his arms around you. "Sorry, Maple, there's just too much work and this week's the deadline." He kissed your cheek. "How are you feeling today, eh?"
"Great. And our baby, too." You assured him. You appreciated that your husband requested to work from home, so he would be there with you should you give birth anytime. You leaned your head on his shoulder. "I love you, Matthew. Happy birthday." You said softly.
You could hear his happiness from his chuckle. "I love you so much, Y/N." He said while moving you closer to him in a more comfortable position so you would not bend down too much.
You kissed his cheek before leaving him in the study room. His energy and motivation was refilled.
It was his birthday, a busy Monday for work, and another day to share love with some special pancakes you made for him even though you were not the best cook.
oh my goodness i really like your take on Austria! thank you for writing the scenario!! 💕💕 - the anon who requested the prompt
Aww yay I'm glad you like it! And thank you for your feedback! 🖤🖤
Hello! Could you make a B for Canada or Romano? Your choice ^^ thank you!!
Prompt B: Buried feelings can be unburied.
APH Romano x Reader
"I'm not going." Y/N repeated. Annoyance was evident in her tone.
"I thought you've moved on?" Feliciano asked over the phone, unmindful of his brother packing things not far from him.
"I don't want to see him, Feli." Y/N admitted.
"Veh, I was looking forward to this day." Feliciano pouted as if his friend Y/N could see it and finally be convinced.
To be in the same circle of longtime friends with an ex-lover was a struggle. It was either Y/N would make up an excuse to not attend a meet-up, or assure Lovino would not attend. But it was the annual camping of their group. Yet to think that the previous year's camping was when Y/N's and Lovino's relationship got muddy, it would be harder to convince Y/N to join.
"Leave her be. It's not like we're gonna fucking miss anything without her." Lovino told his brother while angrily zipping his camping bag.
It was late for Feliciano to cover his phone, and Y/N overheard his brother.
"I'm not going, Feli. Thanks for inviting me, anyway. Have fun." Y/N ended the call without waiting for Feliciano's reply.
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"I could have joined them and have fun and just ignore him." Y/N moped as she cradled her week-early prepared camping bag.
Y/N's annoyance at the sudden impatient beeping of horn outside her apartment made her not realize she knew it very well. She looked outside from the window and was surprised to see Lovino's car. Naturally, she pretended she was not inside yet continued to spy behind the curtain.
Feliciano walked towards the door and knocked excitedly. "Y/N! It was Lovi's idea to drop by and fetch you!"
"Fuck off. Go back inside the car. " Lovino shoved his brother aside before he talked to the door. "I know you packed your things. You're that type of person. We'll wait in the car." Before he could turn around, the door opened just a crack.
"I'll just change my clothes." Y/N told him with unnecessary glare.
Lovino almost freaked out of shock and uttered only a silent "fuck". He also said that when he realized late that he gave Y/N some pretty wild flowers he happened to see while they were walking to their usual campsite.
PART TWO
could you write up “U” for 1p Austria or 1p Russia? Thanks! ❣️
Prompt U: Unrequited love is addictive.
APH Austria x Reader
It varies from mellow to upbeat renditions of old and modern music. I have heard it, every piece he has played. I was there in his rehearsals. I was there in his recitals. I was there. I am here. I am always here for him to support him, to cheer him up, to love him. I am still here.
A heart twice broken is not easy to mend. One person to cause both heartbreaks is never just a friend. So why am I still here for Roderich? Is it because unrequited love is addictive? Perhaps it's his music. Yes, I am just captivated by his music. For so far almost my whole life.
I was there when the first string broke. And I told him it was fine. That I love him, anyway, even with his broken melody.
I was there when the first out of tune key ruined his mood. And I told him it could be fixed and it would be alright. That I love him, anyway, even with his flat tune.
I am here. I am here watching and listening to his own music I have never heard before. When did he practice this that I have never heard him play it from their house next door? It's lovely. It's emotional. Even his audience can feel the... What emotions are these?
He has never used a microphone to say anything before. Why is he holding one? Ah, it is his very first own piece after all. He will thank his audience.
"That piece is for the person who was there when my first string broke. For that person who comforted me that my first out of tune key could be fixed. For that person who still listened to me, supported me, and loved me even with my flat tune and broken melody. That music is for Y/N who is always there for me. I hope she will still be there to join me for dinner tonight."
The audience is cheering. Now a spotlight is on me. Roderich, why in your concert!? Not that I'm complaining, though, but my make up is now ruined with tears of joy. Well, I'm not complaining. And I will be there to join you for dinner tonight.
idk how you write the characters so well?? like? are you friends with our boiss???
Lol anon thank you hahaha I wish
Russia with L
Prompt L: Loneliness can connect two people.
APH Russia x Reader
Your intuition is louder than his fake laugh that mocks those who ridicule him. Your instinct tells you that his calculated actions and delayed consideration of others’ feelings do not mean he is evil. Ivan is just hated, but he is not as terrible as others claim he is.
You walk to him when you see him eating alone in the middle of the cafeteria. The table is for four people, but the three seats are unoccupied. All the other students try to find another spot, wait for someone else to finish their meal, or eat somewhere else.
You sit beside the seat across him before you ask, “Is this seat taken?”
You notice how he looks amused, curious, delighted. “Da. It’s your seat.”
“Okay, that’s a little creepy, but also sweet. But weird. And also… Why am I like this? Please don’t judge him. Please don’t judge him.” You mentally debate with yourself as you give him a smile for the sake of being polite.
You quietly eat your food unaware of the attention you are receiving until Ivan speaks. “They’re looking at you. Sorry. I’ll look for another table.” You hear the sadness in his forced chuckle.
“That’s your seat. Don’t mind them. They’re just envious of your… food.” You say to comfort him, but your attention is now on his soup. “What’s that?” You never see it being sold in the cafeteria.
“Rassolnik! Want some?” Ivan opens the thermos beside his bowl and shows it to you.
It is not rude to politely decline, right? “Sure!” You tell him as your curiosity is greater than your being a stranger to each other. But you do not have a bowl.
Ivan opens a small bag and gets a bowl similar to what he is using and fills it with some soup before moving it to you.
“You bring two bowls?” You ask with amusement.
“I always wanted to eat with a friend during lunch break, so I always bring two.” He replies with a smile.
“Oh, well, where’s your friend? Is it alright if I use their bowl?” You hesitate to touch the soup.
“You’re the first person to eat with me. It’s your bowl now.” He looks at you and reluctantly asks, “Can we be friends?”
“Wait, wait.” You tell your loner self. “I did not sit here to have a friend, but because it’s the only available spot.” “Sure!” “What am I getting myself into?”
He smiles, and you know it is real. He moves the bowl even closer to you and excitedly waits for you to try his soup.
You bravely have a taste. “It’s good.”
“Thank you!” He says with that real smile.
You feel emotional as you notice how near he seems to crying. You can feel his genuine happiness. “Aww, this pure giant.” “Did you make this?”
“Da. I make rassolnik every week.” He responds. “And because I had no friend, I usually eat all of it by myself. Now I have a friend to share it with.” He points to his thermos of soup while still looking at you.
“Free food.” You chuckle to yourself. “He’s nice. Why does everyone avoid him?” “Oh, I’m Y/N.”
“I know.” He is still smiling.
“What the -?” Most of your old classmates do not remember you, or do not even notice you. You can easily blend in in most places like a chameleon. Or is it you who simply do not give a shit? Though you know Ivan, of course, like everyone else.
“We’ve been classmates before in one subject.” He seems to see the question in your eyes.
You slowly nod with a tense smile and try to focus on finishing your food. “This person does not realize the impact of his words and actions.”
“So, we’re friends now, right?” He asks for confirmation.
“Let me think about it. Make me comfortable first, please.” “Yes!” You mentally slap yourself.
“Great! I can walk you home. I know where you live.” His smile is plastered as if his jaw never aches. He sees the horror in your eyes. “I just happen to notice we always walk the same way, though I live farther.” He suddenly looks apologetic.
Your intuition tells you he is being truthful. You trust your instinct that Ivan is not a completely terrible person. “I will be a good friend to him.” You tell yourself, not knowing you will be more than that in the future.
S for Canada :3 thanks!!!
Prompt S: Sometimes love is not enough.
APH Canada x Reader
It was deemed a common knowledge that Y/N and Matthew were dating, so another officemate courting Y/N was a surprise.
“I told you we’re just friends.” Matthew said with a forced smile.
“But you love her, right? Everyone can see that.” Arthur responded.
“Not her.” Matthew sighed, and the forced smile faded.
Arthur looked at him with pity. “Sometimes love is not enough. You need to make an effort.”
“Coming from you, eh?” Matthew chuckled.
“You, bloody g-. I’m just waiting for the right moment.” Arthur defended himself, and stood up from the office lounge to avoid being in the hot seat.
“Right moment, eh?” Matthew chuckled to himself as he pondered on the thought that every second with Y/N was the right moment, but that perhaps he was just not the right person.
“And right effort.” Arthur pointed to Matthew with a folder. “Lunch is over.”
Matthew walked to his cubicle which was beside Y/N’s, and noticed Y/N’s untouched lunchbox. “Y/N, you didn’t eat?” He asked with concern. They usually ate together, but seeing Y/N’s suitor talking with her the very minute break time started gave Matthew no moment, or courage to at least tell Y/N he would go.
“I was waiting for you.” Y/N replied weakly.
“Oh, no.” Matthew panicked. “I thought you’re having lunch with… another. I’m sorry.”
“I turned him down.” She said.
“I’m sorry. I knew you’d like him, so I… what?” Surprise and relief was obvious in Matthew’s sudden change of tone and expression. “You turned him down? Really? Why?”
Upset Y/N looked at her friend. “I already have someone I love, Matthew.”
Matthew’s shoulders dropped. “Oh. Who?”
“I don’t know, Matthew. Everyone knows except you.” Y/N almost glared at him.
He felt so left behind. “What? Who? How did every one else know but not me? I thought we're friends?”
“Then why didn’t you tell me yours?” Y/N retorted.
“Oy, we have lots of work. Your confessions can wait later. I won a special ticket for two for the planetarium event, which I will not use. You two can have it. Go back to work now and time is ticking.” Arthur handed the tickets and stack of folders to Matthew.
“You won?” Matthew asked.
“You participate in raffles?” Y/N added.
“Asking the fucking practical questions, huh? Go back to work!” Arthur left the two.
Matthew contemplated. “So, uh, Y/N, about…”
“It’s you, Matthew. I can’t believe we feel the same thing! If I hadn’t overheard you and Arthur I would always be heartbrokenly contented with how everyone else sees us. You owe me love and lunch time.” Y/N vented.
Matthew laughed softly. “Then let’s finish work. You may eat your lunch now, Arthur won’t notice.” His face was turning red. “Later I shall pay you, eh? I accept change.”
“I’m not hungry anymore. And yes, later.” Y/N never knew Matthew could actually flirt, and she felt her blood rising to her cheeks. “Must focus.” She told herself as she got a folder from the pile of works.