You walked quietly with your hand in your mothers. She sat you down at a nearby bench. "Now stay here. I'll come and get you later. Don't you move," the (h/c) haired woman told you as she released your hand and began to walk away. "Don't move!" "Yes ma'am," you agreed then began to swing your feet back and forth. That's how you ended up where you were. You didn't know it, but you've been sitting in that same spot for a little over four hours. but you didn't move. Your mom told you to stay there, so you did. Sure you were hungry and of course you had to use the bathroom by now, but your mom told you to stay there, so you did. You stayed sea

Neko!2P!Canada X Reader: Flawed by RavensongForever, literature

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Neko!2P!Canada X Reader: Flawed

“Get out of here you stupid cat!” I hiss as the head of a broom comes crashing down on the spot I was standing a moment before. Narrowly dodging another swing of the broom, I take off down the alley. Quickly, I skid around the corner-startling a few pedestrians-and dash down the street. Pausing at a street corner, I scan my surroundings for refuge. Without warning, a car races by, blasting me with cold air and spraying me with muddy water. I growl, annoyed, as I shake the moisture from my golden fur. I jump, when a scream erupts from behind me. “Ugh! A stray! Get out of here you filthy creatur

BTT x tomboy!reader- Newest BFF's!(part 1) by eriko-neko, literature

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BTT x tomboy!reader- Newest BFF's!(part 1)

"Yo dad? I'm out!", you announced into the kitchen. "Alright kid. See ya later", your dad hits the palm of your hand. "I'm out too dad!", your brother Alfred said after you, high fiving your dad as well. He pushed you by your head. "Hurry up and get to the door. We're gonna be late for school" You hit his hand. "Shut up. I move at my own pace" "Whatever, Tommy", he teased with the nickname he gave you. ~At school~ "First days always suck", you mumbled as you and your brother entered the new school. "Brighten up. You're gonna be fine!", the blonde bubbled as he walked along side you. "No, you're gonna be fine Mr. sports team captain"

How We Met (Child!AmericaXMama!ReaderXDad!England) by CanadianTurtle, literature

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How We Met (Child!AmericaXMama!ReaderXDad!England)

"Well, how should I start? Maybe with when I was a teen..." A teenage (Name)'s (e/c) eyes were glued to the TV screen, her face turned from scowls to grins depending on what occurred in the show. It was show she liked to watch when she was bored, "Say Yes to the Dress". If you laughed, she would have thrown the nearest object at your face. (Name) smiled softly as another bride talked about her fiancé. Her face radiated how much she loved him, eyes sparkling and her grin full of compassion and...love. She wondered if she'd ever find that kind of a man, one that could make her smile like that. A person that she'd love and adore more tha

Grown Up (BTT X Sick!Mama!Reader) by CanadianTurtle, literature

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Grown Up (BTT X Sick!Mama!Reader)

(Country Name) hanged her long (f/c) jacket onto the coat rack when she stepped into the restaurant, unwrapping a (2 f/c) scarf from her neck and tying it around her small waist. Lately, she had been getting thinner and thinner as (Country) was going through some hunger issues that was taking a little bit to smooth out and not to mention feeling like she was run over by a bus. She stepped into this small Italian restaurant to speak to the two Italies about some trade stuff between their countries and more boring stuff. "Ciao, bella!" "Ciao, ragazza." Sure enough, there were the twins, Feliciano smiling brightly and Lovino offering a lift of

Don't Insult Maman (Child!BTT X Mama!Reader) by CanadianTurtle, literature

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Don't Insult Maman (Child!BTT X Mama!Reader)

[A/N: Follows little to no history so please be mindful of that. Thank you] "Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, lunch!~" You called your little countries, setting out the food. It was surprising how fast little kids move when their favorite meal is set down; Spain was munching on a tomato and some churros, France chomping on...snails..., and Gilbert chewing on a wurst. You gave a tired smile at them being adorable as always, giving a quick glare at the pile of work waiting for you. Having one young country was hard enough, but you were taking on 3! Letting a small sigh of relief of paperwork, you ate some (favorite food) quickly. "Maman?" your Fren

Carried away-Colonist!AmericaxIndian!Reader by ApostolicShadowNinja, literature

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Carried away-Colonist!AmericaxIndian!Reader

Readers POV It was a gorgeous day. You were out riding your mothers horse. You really wished you had your own horse, but you would take what you could get. Sometimes you felt your father was far too protective of you. He just barely let you ride your mothers old horse alone, though you were a very good rider. But on the upside, it had also drove him to teach you how to shoot arrows, throw tomahawks, hunt, and all of the necessary survival skills that normal girls from your tribe did not know. The meadow you were riding in was wonderful. The backend was surrounded by forest and to the front were hills until they faded into mountains in the d

Price of Love- Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader part 1 by ApostolicShadowNinja, literature

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Price of Love- Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader part 1

Reader's POV Why did life have to be so boring? You seemed to mull over that question every day. As the youngest daughter of a senator of Rome there was little to nothing that was not available to you. Though you enjoyed having anything you wanted, you also found that you quickly ran out of things that interested you and grew bored. This alarmed your father to no end. You were the child of his old age after all, and he loved you even more than he had loved the young woman who had been your mother. That was probably partially because she had died shortly after you were born. His first wife had also died, leaving him with a son and a daughte

Sick!England x Reader - Bath Talk by AProudHetalian, literature

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Sick!England x Reader - Bath Talk

You were greeted with the gentle, faint aroma of tea and roses once you opened the door to your English friend’s house, his spare key clutched in your hand as you peered inside. There was nothing out of the ordinary; as usual, Arthur’s house was kept in wonderful condition, with everything clean and not a speck of dust in sight. Closing the door behind you, you quickly locked it and put the key away before sighing. Arthur had called you earlier, requesting that you come over. He was bedridden at the moment, and he absolutely refused to bring over Alfred to take care of him since last time the American had tried to place a hambur

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