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     You were different.     It was something he noticed a long time ago, that sparked his immediate interest and caused his mind to recently always wander…to you. He wondered why that was so. Was it because you didn’t follow the usual patterns of the girls in this school and fawn over him every day, hour, and minute? Probably.     The object of his thoughts was currently sitting a few desks away, perched near a window. The sun caught her [HairColor] locks and set a glowing sheen over them, as if she acquired a halo. She certainly was similar to an angel- perhaps not in personality since she spat out the foulest of insults so

Hetalia | Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt x Country!Reader Note: Don't forget to read the introduction before this. Conference Room 2 -------------------- The place is silent. Not a sound is made for a solid minute as a pair of (colour) eyes look around, slowly becoming more and more disappointed. It's almost as if the room is holding its breath; a pin could drop and the sound it makes would be nothing compared to this deafening silence. Not a single wisp of a breeze touches the woman's face. Everything is still save for her chest as it rises and falls. The door swings open further on noiseless oiled hinges, allowing (Name) entrance to the roo

“It is not our differences that separate us. It is our inability to recognize and accept them.”           “Hello, I believe you must be [Y/n] from the exchange program. I am Arthur Kirkland. It is a pleasure to meet you." Said young man took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles, before bowing his head.  He was dressed pretty formal, with a shirt and a checkered vest, with perfectly ironed pants and polished shoes. You couldn't deny that the young gentleman had a pleasing appearance as well. Blonde hair, emerald eyes, pink cute lips, but there was one particular feature that was drawing your attention.    

~Exchange Experience~ “I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” -Oscar Wilde, The Portrait of Dorian Gray          “Hello, I believe you must be [Y/N] from the exchange program. I am Lukas Bondevik.” A tall blonde guy was sitting before your eyes, starring at you blankly. He had gorgeous ice-blue eyes, which were probably reflecting over your reactions. He was dressed elegantly, with a light aqua shirt, a navy blue jacket over it and a black ribbon tied nicely. His pants were perfectly ironed and his shoes recently polished. H

“No person was ever honored for what he received. Honor has been rewarded for what he gave." ―Calvin Coolidge A/N: Warning. There might be some curse words.          “Hello, I believe you must be [Y/N] from the exchange program. I am Gilbert Beilschmidt. And I can guarantee, this will be one hell of an experience, especially with me as a partner.” Well, that was one of a cocky grin! Usually you didn’t like people with such a boastful personality, but something was drawing your interest towards the dude. You would lie if you said that the guy in front of you wasn’t attractive. I

“Anger is a symptom, a way of cloaking and expressing feelings too awful to experience directly – hurt, bitterness, grief and, most of all, fear. ” ― Joan Rivers A/N: This contains some swearing, because Romano. That was all. Enjoy!

  The Skilled Art of Flirting 2: 2p!fem!reader x 2p!hetalia Warning: There’s a few curse words, inappropriate language, and some sexual innuendos.   “I’d like to hit every base with you.” Allen whispered into my ear. His hand traveled down my waist down to my hips. “No thanks.” I said sternly. I pushed him aside and walked on. Wang Zao (2p China) ran up beside me. “Ni Hao, _______! I thought I’d let you know that you’re more addicting than opium. You butt is kinda good looking too.” Zao said. “Leave me alone!” I growled. Zao backed off, but followed. “UGH!

  Flirting Master: BTT x Reader Starring Feliciano, Romano, Roderich, and Matthew!    Warning: I think there's only one curse word in here, but not any more than two. “Mon cher, what do you even know about romance?” Francis asked. You snorted and waved him off. “Pffst! More than you.” “Really? More than me? The country of love and romance?” Francis raised his eyebrow. “Okay, okay. Maybe I don’t know more than you, but I know enough for my date tonight.” You said. “Date?” Gilbert and Antonio said in unison as they ran into the living room. “Who the hell would date y