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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.
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!"
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!”
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
Fail [Japan x Male!Reader]“Hey Japan, is it alright if I read some of your manga?”
“Of course, [Name]-kun. I would be honored.”
-thirty minutes of scouring later-
“...[Name]-kun? Do you need assist-”
“...Japan, why does this man have a cloven hoof instead of a hand?”
[Name] flipped through the pages of the yaoi manga, his body shaking with silent laughter. There were so many, many epic fails concerning the anatomy that it was both ridiculous and amusing all at once. “...So, tell me again why it is that the men have hands that are bigger than their entire freaking head?”
“W-Well...you see, [Name]-kun, it is for effect. It gives the reader the sense that the men are masculine and are a force to be dealt with.”
[Name] laughed, gently closing the manga before slipping it back int
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
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
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
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
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 about?!
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.”
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
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
Married Love ~England X Male! Reader~
Arthur sighed as he walked through the door of his house. Setting his bag down and beginning to take off his shoes, he called out to his partner.
"(Y/N)! Love, I'm home!"
Shutting the door behind him, he turned as he heard the soft feet of his lover coming to meet him. Getting his shoes off finally, he began to take off his green coat.
"Welcome home Arthur~!" His lover called as he peeked out from the kitchen wearing his usual (F/C) frilly apron that he used for cooking.
Arthur smiled brightly, hanging up his coat nicely and closing the closet door. "How was your day my sweet scone?" He asked the shorter male, going over and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"It was fine, like any other normal day for me. But it always gets better when you get home," (Y/N) answered in a sweet tone that matched his smile. "So..? How was your day Artie?" He asked. Sighing, Arthur answered, "Stressful."
"Was it Alfred or Francis?"
(Y/N) smiled and leaned up, kissing Arthur's cheek lightly. "D
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
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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