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Only [Canada x Male!Reader]They be saying I'm a boss bitch
I'm a boss bitch I'm a boss bitch, boss bitch
They be hating I'm like nah bitch
I'm like nah bitch I'm like nah bitch, nah bitch
"[N-Name], can you please turn that off?"
"B-Because it's telling you lies."
"Lies? What lies?"
"I'm the only boss ass bitch in this motherfucking world, and you best recognize."
"....Oh. My. God."
"[N-Name] please! D-Don't make that into your ringtone!" Matthew whispered, his cheeks flushed pure red. The Canadian struggled to get the phone away from his boyfriend, only to be gently pushed away. [Name] laughed and continued to set his new ringtone, thankful that he had accidentally hit the record button on his phone when Matthew had gone completely OOC on him.
"I have to, Mattie. I want to treasure that moment forever." The man leaned forward and pressed a
Surprise [Prussia x Male!Reader]“Kesesesesesese~”
“C-C’mon Gilbert…this isn’t fu-”
“AWESOME ASS GRAB ATTACK!”
Gilbert downed the last contents of his beer mug, wincing as the large bruise on his cheek slightly throbbed. “I don’t see vhy he was so upset. Meine awesome hands would have fondled his awesome ass that is less awesome than mein own awesomely.”
Jingle Balls [America x Male!Reader]"......"
"Alfred...what the fuck are you doing?"
[Name] watched in disbelief as his boyfriend of several months, Alfred, shook his crotch from side to side, the tune of Jingle Bells playing with each sway of his hips. The American smiled at him widely, his ocean blue eyes and pearly white teeth twinkling with merriment. He stopped his movements and stood up from his crouching position, running a hand through his golden blond hair. "Dude! Those boxers you gave me for Christmas are musical! Watch!"
Immediately Alfred resumed his crouching position and shook his crotch, the tune of Jingle Bells playing once more. [Name] sighed and shook his head, a fond smile spreading across his lips. The smile was soon gone, however, when Alfred suddenly lurched up, Florida flapping while the last and highest note of the song rang throughout the room.
Love Sick // Australia x Male ReaderA fever of 38.89 Celsius was to be expected after a full day of wrestling crocodiles in the pouring down rain. The near incessant coughing, sneezing and headaches were also to be expected. What was not expected, and took the Australian entirely by surprise, was the sight of his best mate standing on his front porch the morning of the second day of his illness, dressed only in a pair of worn pajamas to stave off the chill the wind and rain had created. "Crikey [Name]!" Jett exclaimed as loudly as his sore throat would permit, "what in devil's name are you doin' 'ere?"
"I...well I..." The smaller male flushed and averted his gaze, his sentence trailing off into silence. Jett furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head, clearly confused by [Name]'s actions. It was only a few moments later that he realized that he was standing completely naked for all the world to see at his front door, his nut brown skin glistening with sweat from his fever. Crikey, no wonder the bloke was emba
Pep Talk [Canada x Male!Reader]“Hey. I'm not a lumberjack, or a fur trader...and I don't live in an igloo or eat blubber, or own a dogsled...and I don't know Jimmy, Sally or Suzy from Canada, although I'm certain they're really, really nice. I have a Prime Minister, not a President. I speak English and French, NOT American. And I pronounce it 'ABOUT', NOT 'A BOOT'. I can proudly sew my country's flag on my backpack. I believe in peace keeping, NOT policing. DIVERSITY, NOT assimilation. AND THAT THE BEAVER IS A TRULY PROUD AND NOBLE ANIMAL. A TOQUE IS A HAT, A CHESTERFIELD IS A COUCH, AND IT IS PRONOUNCED 'ZED' NOT 'ZEE' . . . 'ZED'!!! CANADA IS THE SECOND LARGEST LAND MASS! THE FIRST NATION OF HOCKEY! AND THE BEST PART OF NORTH AMERICA! MY NAME IS MATTHEW!! AND I. AM. CANADIAN!”
Sexuality [England x Male!Reader]"Arthur?"
"I do believe that my sexuality has changed drastically in the course of a year."
"...You prefer women to men now?"
"Quite the contrary."
"...Do you want to know what it is?"
"...I suppose I must know since this affects our relationship."
"No it doesn't."
"BLOODY HELL! HOW DOES THIS NOT-"
[Name] smiled at Arthur from across the kitchen table, the small dusting of pink on his cheeks nothing in comparison to the furious red that was now Arthur's skin colour. "Do-"
"LEAVE ME BLOODY ALONE YOU WANKER!" Arthur yelled as he stood up and stomped out of the room, his blush intensifying ten-fold.
[Name]'s smile grew even wider as he watched the Brit's retreating form, a small chuckle escaping from him. "I love you too!"
Why? [Japan x Male!Reader]“......”
“...[Name]-kun? Are you al–”
“WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE SUCH SAD ANIMES, JAPAN?!”
“[N-Name]-kun! Please! I am not used to such close proximity!” Japan said as [Name] cornered him on the couch, the ending credits of flashing across the television screen.
“Not until you tell me why!” [Name] shouted, the tears that had been prickling in the corners of his eyes growing larger.
“T-To garner a reaction such as yours, [Name]-kun! It is common knowledge that an anime with a sad ending leaves a lasting effect upon the person watching!” [Name] pulled back
and sniffled, impatiently wiping away any trace of tears from his face.
“...I want to watch a funny anime. NOW.”
“O-Of course, [Name]-kun.”
To Gilbert, With Love [Prussia x Male!Reader]
How are you? Are you unchanged? As for me, I have recently released a new brand of beer. If you give me a reasonable amount of how much you want, I will send you and your brother some.
Dear [country name],
Hey frau! Ja, I'm still as awesome as ever., what the hell is that supposed to mean? And a reasonable amount? Hmm.. Maybe.. fifty cases of thirty? Would that be under 'reasonable'? I say so. The awesome me can drink most of that by myself! West might want some though.. So maybe a hundred cases? That would be awesome! How have things been over there?
The Awesome Prussia.
A hundred cases of thirty?! Can you and your brother drink that much? And things have been...interesting over here. Tell me how you like the beer once you get it.
Dear [country name],
Mein gott! This stuff is almost as awesome as I am! But, what made by you
Waking Up [2P!England x Male!Reader]Oliver sighed happily as he wrapped a gentle yet possessive arm around the tiny waist of his sleeping boyfriend, pressing their bodies even closer together than they already were. Early morning sunlight softly streamed in from the closed, silk white curtains, illuminating the bare skin of the occupants in the room's bed with an ethereal glow. Soft, even breaths escaped the still sleeping male's slightly parted lips, his pale chest slowly rising and falling with each one he took. All in all, it was heavenly.
Another happy sigh escaped Oliver as he nuzzled the [h/c] hair of the man in his arms, his lips planting little kisses all over the top of said man's head. Last night had been so wonderful, so magical, that as soon as his beloved woke from his slumber, he wished to relive it all over again. That is, if his sweet little poppet's arse wasn't too sore.
No sooner did Oliver think this did his love slowly wake, his body slightly shifting against Oliver's as he did. "...O-Ollie?"
Spring Fun ~Male!Reader x Child!Canada
(Male!Name) sighed as he finally finished cleaning his backyard. The dog from next door dug a hole under the fence and got onto (Male!Name)'s property, deciding to dig holes, scratch at the back door, chew on the clean grass and spit it up on the back porch and poop anywhere it could. And all this happened while (Male!Name) was simply going shopping with his kid.
Putting the shovel against the fence, (Male!Name) took off his dirt covered gloves and tossed them on the outdoor picnic table. He heard the sound of ice moving in a glass cup and turned around towards the back door to see his son coming out with two cups (one small and one big) on a tray. The small boy put the tray on the picnic table and picked up the big cup that seemed to be filled with (Favorite Drink). The boy walked over and handed the cup to his father.
(Male!Name) smiled and took the cup from the boy's small hands. "Thank you, Matthew." He said after he took a big gulp. Matthew nodded shyly and walk
Male!ReaderXCanada Hopeless RomanticMale!ReaderXCanada Hopeless Romantic
WARNING: This story contains BL(Boy Love), AU(Alternate Universe), Use of human names and A bit of crackiness. I had to freaking re-type this because I accidentally deleted it!!!
"You know, you're as sweet as the candy confections you make." Margaret said, smiling softly.
"And you're as beautiful as the flowers you admire every day." Gerald said, smiling as Margaret smiled even more.
"Hm, you visit me everyday ever since you found me unconscious in the streets on Christmas morning. And even though you didn't know me, you brought me to the hospital. You were like my Christmas miracle." She looked up at him with her big and clear hazel eyes.
"No, you were mine." He said to her, looking back with his green eyes.
"I guess we were both each others then." Margaret said, taking hold of Gerald's hand.
Gerald smiled softly and then said, "Well, I didn't want anybody to die on a happy day like Christmas."
"Thank you then." She said to him. "I'm real
Male! Reader x Pirate FourLet it be noted that what I meant by Pirate Four were the four countries that I immediately think of when I hear pirate Hetalia, meaning England, Prussia, Spain, and France. There is some violence.
-Flashback To Several Centuries Ago-
As England pushed the door to the bar open, he saw Prussia and Spain sitting at a far table, talking quietly.
“Hey.” Prussia said, not even looking up. France walked over, carrying four mugs of rum with him.
“I still can’t believe he’s gone.” mumbled Spain.
“He knew, though, he did give us the ships and our captaincy before hhe, well, you know...” sighed England, sitting in a chair. France shook his head, long blond hair waving slightly.
“What are we going to do now, though?” he asked softly, handing a mug to Prussia, who accepted it gratefully. “All my plans revolved around working with him and you guys, and his death put a hold on them.”
School Day ~Child!Prussia x Male!Reader
The sound of the alarm clock woke up (Male!Name), who only groaned and turned away from the annoying object, stuffing his head under his pillow.
After an entire minute of listening to the annoying sound (Male!Name) sighed and reached and turned off the clock.
He turned back around and just stared at the ceiling, his mind blank. He turned to the side, glancing at a picture of him and his son hanging on the wall.
That was when he realized what day it was.
(Male!Name) groaned and ran a hand through his (Hair Color) hair, making it even more messier.
He sat up and gazed around his room, stopping when a small bird in a cage caught his attention.
(Male!Name) smiled when he saw the tiny bird staring at him cutely with his little black and give out a small 'peep'.
(Male!Name) stood up and stretched, letting out a tired yawn, and slowly walked to the bathroom down the hall.
Turning on the light, he closed the door and turned
Second Grade [Spain x Male!Reader]Second Grade
Spain x Male!Reader
"Ah! Big brother (y_n)! I'm so happy that you're here!" Peter yelled, running towards you wrapping his arms around your neck, as you leaned down to pick him up. Giggling when you rubbed your noses together, the seven year old squealed in delight at the small display of affection, setting Peter down on the ground sending him to grab his backpack and toys that he'd brought with him, nodding his head yes Peter ran towards his desk. Walking towards his teacher, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo you shook the Spanish man's hand.
"Thank you for watching Peter Mr. Carriedo. I'm sorry that I was so late, my professor took a little bit longer to let us out than usual..." you trailed off, a nervous laughter following after while you scratched the back of your head. Antonio replied, "Ah, (y_n) how many times must I say this? Please call me Antonio~" staring at the man, you chuckled. "Haha~ okay Mr. Antonio thank you for watching Peter for
Demon!England x Male!Reader ~Warmth
[Demon!England x Male!Reader]
The rain pelted hard on my running form, I ran afraid of the group of men not far behind me with knives and guns firing mercilessly at me making the shots ring in my ears along with the hard rain. My mouth tasted foul of my own blood that trickled down my head and left part of my face. I clutch my right arm as I run, it dripped with fresh blood from having a bullet wedged in the flesh.
I attempted to spread my demonic black wings to fly but stopped feeling a sting in a wing meaning a bullet had successfully shot through my wing, preventing me from flying.
My emerald eyes scanned the wet scenery quickly for anywhere I could hide, sharply turning a corner, I skid to my knees down an alley and stopped behind a rubbish tip. I bit my lip to stop from grunting in pain as I hear the men talk and eventually turn to leave. Harsh rain drips off my two horns and my thin black, triangle pointed tail wraps
Punk!England x Male!Reader ~Permanent
[Punk!England x Male!Reader]
"You know I can't quit you" I smile and turn away from the shop door as my most frequent customer Arthur Kirkland strode in; hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. I quickly blow the new painting of a new tattoo design dry and move it to the side.
"What kind of tattoo will it be today?" I lazily rest my hands in my palms and lean over the glass desk displaying my hand drawn designs.
"I love every design you do (f/n) so why don't you show me some new ones?" He smirks leaning one arm on the counter.
I smile in response and spin on my black boots to grab my design sketch book, not failing to notice the wandering emerald eyes trailing over my form as I bent down scanning the shelf holding my books. Taking it out and opening to the first sketch, Arthur smiled, crossing his arms and leaning on the counter as his hypnotising eyes drew over my work.
I stole glances at the handsome Brit
The bet. Canada x Male!!!Reader. one shot.
give yourself a guy name
"Hello welcome the shop how may i help you?"
There you were working in your self proclaimed Chocolate/ Coffee shop. You created it with your sister only 5 months ago and now you were the shop people all over the world knew about. You have even had people from Russia travel all the way just to indulge in your sin fully sweet delicacies.
"Um how about a maple coffee please."
"I would like a guten free blue berry muffin."
"I will like the bacon cheese burger please."
"Right away gentlemen."
You turned away from the 3 officers and went at your orders. You ripped the paper off of your order pad and placed it onto the metal counter. You then worked on the drinks and other food items.
"Told you the lunch special was a good idea!"
You turned to see your little sister Angelina smiling brightly at you. After awhile she suggested to have a special menu that only applied to at lunch, so that meant hamburgers, sandwiches and what not. So far t
You had me with Gaga Prussia x MALE! ReaderGilbert sat at a table in the quiet coffee shop he was meeting Elizabeta, Toni and Francis in bracing himself for what he was about to say to them.
“Gilbert, I was in the closet for too long to be shoved back in.” (Name) whispered as they sat in the Prussian teen’s car.
He smiled as he saw the girl walk into the shop waving her over to his table.
“The Albino sighed “(Name), liebe, I told you I’m just not ready. To let people know how I think of boys.”
She walked over to their area and kissed him on the cheek before taking her seat.
“ “It’s all the same with you straight guys like you all are just passing through trying out the gay life here and there but this is where I live. And I’m damn proud of it.” The (nationality) scoffed.
He listened to her talk about the shoe sale she’d just suffered through for a while thinking of how to break his news.
“ “Vhat are you talking a
Stop [Spain x Male!Reader]Delicious tomato
Very delicious tomato
Ups the reds, lows the yellows
“Huh? But why [Name]?”
“Ah c'mon [Name]~ Sing and dance with me!”
“Delicious tomato~ Very delicious tomato~!”
“I'm warning you...”
“Ups the reds, lows the yellows~”
“I tried to warn you...” [Name] said, his cheeks flushed a light pink as he continued to shamelessly grope Antonio's choice ass, making the latter squeak and writhe. I mean, really. What was he supposed to do when the Spaniard was shaking his ass while singing that ridiculous tomato song of his? Ignore it? By golly he would n
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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