Sugar Daddy! America x Chubby Reader by Chub-reader-inserts, literature
Literature
Sugar Daddy! America x Chubby Reader
~Diamonds are a girl's best friend~
It was hard being a college student, always worrying about exams and your Grade Point Average. As a full-time student, it was hard to maintain a job while managing to make the rent every month on top of other utility bills. You often thought about dropping out of college because your student loans kept piling on. As you sat through yet another boring lecture, your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out and checked to see that you have a text message.
Daddy: Come see me after class, someone will be there to pick you up.
You read the message carefully on the screen over then texting back a
(Germany x Reader) - Birthday Jacket~ by AprilLilypegasi, literature
Literature
(Germany x Reader) - Birthday Jacket~
I sigh wistfully as I think of a certain nation who I have recently fallen in love with. His soft blond hair that’s always slicked back, though it’s absolutely sexy the few times I’ve seen it when it’s falling into his eyes. Oh, and his eyes~ How sharp and cold they are like frozen light blue ice, but when they’re melted...I could just swoon~ They’re the best way to understand how he’s feeling, as his usually stern face doesn’t allow for too many different facial expressions, but his eyes are open to his soul.
I don’t just love him for his looks, though his build is absolutely amazing, as
(GermanyxReader) - Frohes Jubilaum by AprilLilypegasi, literature
Literature
(GermanyxReader) - Frohes Jubilaum
Germany heads down to the kitchen, wanting to surprise his girlfriend with a cake. He grabs his pink apron that Italy got him at one point and gathers the ingredients for the cake. He’s always loved baking, being a secret hobby of his for quite some time. It has to be the perfect anniversary gift for her, knowing that she prefers hand-made things to store-bought.
He quickly falls into a rhythm of preparing the batter and the rest of the world fades away. That’s why he doesn’t notice that he has an audience. (Y/n) came home earlier than expected and wasn’t prepared to see her usually stoic boyfriend in a pink apron. Bu
Best Friend's Brother [2p!Germany x Reader] Intro. by SarahShinanigans, literature
Literature
Best Friend's Brother [2p!Germany x Reader] Intro.
This is the first in a new series I'll doing with 2p!Germany and the 1p!Hetalia characters. I don't know how many parts this will turn into, but, I'm thinking, at least, three.
Anyway, this part will consist of a backstory and set up the story to come!
Have fun!
Note: I do not own any of the Hetalia characters or the artwork
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"ARTHUR!! GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!!" Your older brother, Alfred, runs through t
GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (9) by Ravens-of-Rome, literature
Literature
GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (9)
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil:
For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. . .
“_____, would you like to see if they are done?”
I stepped toward Mr. Beilschmidt, who stood at the stove holding a fork with a few limp spaghetti noodles wrapped around its prongs. I happily took him up on his offer and coaxed the slippery noodles into my mouth with my teeth. After a short moment
GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (8) by Ravens-of-Rome, literature
Literature
GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (8)
Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.
I sat quietly as I listened to two attorneys argue about me and my parents’ fate. My parents were seated at a table ten or twelve feet to my left, and the Beilschmidts sat in the row of seats directly behind me. It was a battlefield disguised as a courtroom, and the battle was for custody of me.
My parents’ lawyer was currently making a rather convincing statement on their behalf, stretching the truth further and further with every word. I wanted to stand up and refute him, but I knew I couldn’t, not yet.
It finally came time for my side of the story, and I