America x Reader
The racers pushed themselves to the starting line. Their blood was pumping and they were ready. Gloved fingers kept curling and uncurling around the handles of their motorcycle bikes. To the far left of the racing ground, on a motorcycle equipped with a sidecar, two men glared daggers into the head of another next to them. The man receiving the daggers easily paid no mind to then as he was full of determination. Over a white t-shirt and dark denim jeans was a tan bomber jacket which had the number fifty stitched onto the back; his lucky number as rumors say. The helmet that was adorned on his head was dark sparkling
The Italian Man Who Went To The US by kitty-wisk, literature
Literature
The Italian Man Who Went To The US
South Italy x Reader
*Warning: Curses. This is Romano we're talking about.*
“Hurry up, ragazza!”
“Just a second Lovino! The damn suitcase won't close up!”
You heard your boyfriend mutter some curses while treading up the stairs. Currently you were at Lovino's house in Rome, Italy. You met him during your time in Italy about a year back with your friend in his grandpa's restaurant. When you had to go back to America, both of you found ways to contact each other. You would send letters, e-mail, do Skype, or any other things. But over the summer you had an idea. You would plan a surprise visit for him! But
England x Reader
Currently you were on your way to your crushes house in disguise. Your attire consisted of a blue and white coat with a hood, knee high boots, and a red sash around your waist. As for weapons, you had a bow with suction cup arrows, a hard foam sword, and a tomahawk. You would've gotten a hidden blade too, but your parent had both said no and that it was too dangerous. Pfffffffttt! So in all, you kinda looked like Conner Kenway. But why were you doing this you ask? Simple. Earlier that week your American friend, Alfred had begged you to no end until you agreed to play the game Assassins Creed 3. When you were just finishin
Nordics x Child!reader Chapter 11 by kitty-wisk, literature
Literature
Nordics x Child!reader Chapter 11
~Peter's POV~
As I hung up the phone yesterday, I remember telling everyone that (f/n)'s parents would have to come and see what we are like. I also remember that I had personally asked Lucas to help Mathias on his people skills. After I told Lucas that, he went to the basement where he had put most of his magic stuff from his home. Why did he go down there? Well whatever it was, It's now being shoved down his throat because (f/n)'s parents are coming in about six and a half hours while (f/n) was coming in about half an hour. I probably should clean up a little first...
~(f/n)'s POV~
Right now, I was on my way to Peter's house on my
Chapter 5
I braced myself, waiting for the incoming strike. But instead, I felt myself being grabbed and lifted into the air. I slowly moved my arms a little so I could see, but I quickly brought them back up. I did NOT expect to be THIS high.
“Human, Give. Me. The. Allspark.” It seemed like his temper was running on low. Gee, I wonder why...
A thought came to mind.
“Uh, mister r-robot sir, what's your n-name if I m-may ask.” I stuttered purposely. The height I was at wasn't a comfort buddy at all.
“Hmm...I suppose I could let your pathetic, little self know my designation. I, am the Mighty, L
Nordics x Child!reader chapter 10 by kitty-wisk, literature
Literature
Nordics x Child!reader chapter 10
~(f/n)'s POV~
So right now I am at home, at the kitchen table, under the gazes of my parents.
“What...” My mom managed to say.
“So...is it a yes?” I asked.
Okay, what basically happened is that each of the guys at the house have decided that a good reward might be a trip to each of their countries for a few days (except for peter's though. They don't want to go to England?). So as Berwald and Tino were dropping me off, Peter gave me their numbers to call them.
“(f/n),” My father started, “We don't even know these people, you don't even know these people. And I don't like the idea o
Chapter 4
It was now Wednesday and I was staring dully at the paper that lay on my lap. Like seriously, who would give students homework on the first day of school? Well, one would my algebra teacher. 'Extra work is extra knowledge.' He says. Bull crap.
“Meh, I'll do it later.” I put the paper back in my binder and let it drop to the floor.
I closed my eyes and started to think about the incident that happened at school. It just didn't make sense. Why would any pilot fly that low, crash into the school and just fly away as if nothing happened? I remember feeling the crystal in my pocket getting warmer when the aircraft
Nordics x Child!reader chapter 9 by kitty-wisk, literature
Literature
Nordics x Child!reader chapter 9
~(f/n)'s POV~
Everyone was quiet. Tino, Berwald (he didn't talk much though), Peter and I just finished our tale of what happened at the mall. (Mathias got up and joined us about half way though the story.) After a few seconds of us staring at each other, I felt something warm and soft muzzle my leg. I lifted up the table cloth a little and saw a familiar white covered face. I think she was trying to say thank you in some way. I placed my hand in front of her face were she immediately started to cover in wet saliva.
“Hey Hana.” I whispered, a bit too unnerved by the silence to speak any louder.
Suddenly, a scrapping f
Chapter 3
School was canceled for the rest of the day do to the crash. Nobody broke anything or died, just scratches were inflicted. And basically the only thing people wanted to talk about was the crash. I heard many rumors, some sounded realistic enough while others were, 'creative' to say the least.
'Hey man! I heard from this other guy that someone got pissed so much that they just shot our school with a bazooka!'
'No way dude, this was totally the work of those robots on TV.'
'Which ones? There are many bots here in Detroit.'
'Ya know, the tall ones? The ones that came from, uh, Cycletron?'
'Cyletron? You mean lik
Nordics x Child!reader Chapter 8 by kitty-wisk, literature
Literature
Nordics x Child!reader Chapter 8
~(f/n)'s POV~
There was a big slamming sound.
“THE KING AND HIS SERVANTS ARE HOME!” A voice boomed.
Multiple footsteps were heard coming toward us in the dinning room. As the people entered the kitchen, the first thing that popped into my head was 'Dat hair'. I mean seriously, that thing was just sticking up there minding it's own business without a single care in the world. 'Okay, gotta stop making objects sound alive' I mentally told myself. Now that I think of it, his hair kinda reminded me of one of those old troll dolls... they were really creepy in my opinion.
Well ignoring the hair for a second I noticed tha
America x Reader
The racers pushed themselves to the starting line. Their blood was pumping and they were ready. Gloved fingers kept curling and uncurling around the handles of their motorcycle bikes. To the far left of the racing ground, on a motorcycle equipped with a sidecar, two men glared daggers into the head of another next to them. The man receiving the daggers easily paid no mind to then as he was full of determination. Over a white t-shirt and dark denim jeans was a tan bomber jacket which had the number fifty stitched onto the back; his lucky number as rumors say. The helmet that was adorned on his head was dark sparkling
The Italian Man Who Went To The US by kitty-wisk, literature
Literature
The Italian Man Who Went To The US
South Italy x Reader
*Warning: Curses. This is Romano we're talking about.*
“Hurry up, ragazza!”
“Just a second Lovino! The damn suitcase won't close up!”
You heard your boyfriend mutter some curses while treading up the stairs. Currently you were at Lovino's house in Rome, Italy. You met him during your time in Italy about a year back with your friend in his grandpa's restaurant. When you had to go back to America, both of you found ways to contact each other. You would send letters, e-mail, do Skype, or any other things. But over the summer you had an idea. You would plan a surprise visit for him! But
England x Reader
Currently you were on your way to your crushes house in disguise. Your attire consisted of a blue and white coat with a hood, knee high boots, and a red sash around your waist. As for weapons, you had a bow with suction cup arrows, a hard foam sword, and a tomahawk. You would've gotten a hidden blade too, but your parent had both said no and that it was too dangerous. Pfffffffttt! So in all, you kinda looked like Conner Kenway. But why were you doing this you ask? Simple. Earlier that week your American friend, Alfred had begged you to no end until you agreed to play the game Assassins Creed 3. When you were just finishin
Nordics x Child!reader Chapter 11 by kitty-wisk, literature
Literature
Nordics x Child!reader Chapter 11
~Peter's POV~
As I hung up the phone yesterday, I remember telling everyone that (f/n)'s parents would have to come and see what we are like. I also remember that I had personally asked Lucas to help Mathias on his people skills. After I told Lucas that, he went to the basement where he had put most of his magic stuff from his home. Why did he go down there? Well whatever it was, It's now being shoved down his throat because (f/n)'s parents are coming in about six and a half hours while (f/n) was coming in about half an hour. I probably should clean up a little first...
~(f/n)'s POV~
Right now, I was on my way to Peter's house on my
Chapter 5
I braced myself, waiting for the incoming strike. But instead, I felt myself being grabbed and lifted into the air. I slowly moved my arms a little so I could see, but I quickly brought them back up. I did NOT expect to be THIS high.
“Human, Give. Me. The. Allspark.” It seemed like his temper was running on low. Gee, I wonder why...
A thought came to mind.
“Uh, mister r-robot sir, what's your n-name if I m-may ask.” I stuttered purposely. The height I was at wasn't a comfort buddy at all.
“Hmm...I suppose I could let your pathetic, little self know my designation. I, am the Mighty, L
Nordics x Child!reader chapter 10 by kitty-wisk, literature
Literature
Nordics x Child!reader chapter 10
~(f/n)'s POV~
So right now I am at home, at the kitchen table, under the gazes of my parents.
“What...” My mom managed to say.
“So...is it a yes?” I asked.
Okay, what basically happened is that each of the guys at the house have decided that a good reward might be a trip to each of their countries for a few days (except for peter's though. They don't want to go to England?). So as Berwald and Tino were dropping me off, Peter gave me their numbers to call them.
“(f/n),” My father started, “We don't even know these people, you don't even know these people. And I don't like the idea o
Chapter 4
It was now Wednesday and I was staring dully at the paper that lay on my lap. Like seriously, who would give students homework on the first day of school? Well, one would my algebra teacher. 'Extra work is extra knowledge.' He says. Bull crap.
“Meh, I'll do it later.” I put the paper back in my binder and let it drop to the floor.
I closed my eyes and started to think about the incident that happened at school. It just didn't make sense. Why would any pilot fly that low, crash into the school and just fly away as if nothing happened? I remember feeling the crystal in my pocket getting warmer when the aircraft
Nordics x Child!reader chapter 9 by kitty-wisk, literature
Literature
Nordics x Child!reader chapter 9
~(f/n)'s POV~
Everyone was quiet. Tino, Berwald (he didn't talk much though), Peter and I just finished our tale of what happened at the mall. (Mathias got up and joined us about half way though the story.) After a few seconds of us staring at each other, I felt something warm and soft muzzle my leg. I lifted up the table cloth a little and saw a familiar white covered face. I think she was trying to say thank you in some way. I placed my hand in front of her face were she immediately started to cover in wet saliva.
“Hey Hana.” I whispered, a bit too unnerved by the silence to speak any louder.
Suddenly, a scrapping f
Chapter 3
School was canceled for the rest of the day do to the crash. Nobody broke anything or died, just scratches were inflicted. And basically the only thing people wanted to talk about was the crash. I heard many rumors, some sounded realistic enough while others were, 'creative' to say the least.
'Hey man! I heard from this other guy that someone got pissed so much that they just shot our school with a bazooka!'
'No way dude, this was totally the work of those robots on TV.'
'Which ones? There are many bots here in Detroit.'
'Ya know, the tall ones? The ones that came from, uh, Cycletron?'
'Cyletron? You mean lik
Nordics x Child!reader Chapter 8 by kitty-wisk, literature
Literature
Nordics x Child!reader Chapter 8
~(f/n)'s POV~
There was a big slamming sound.
“THE KING AND HIS SERVANTS ARE HOME!” A voice boomed.
Multiple footsteps were heard coming toward us in the dinning room. As the people entered the kitchen, the first thing that popped into my head was 'Dat hair'. I mean seriously, that thing was just sticking up there minding it's own business without a single care in the world. 'Okay, gotta stop making objects sound alive' I mentally told myself. Now that I think of it, his hair kinda reminded me of one of those old troll dolls... they were really creepy in my opinion.
Well ignoring the hair for a second I noticed tha
Hey guys! Could u please explain to me what a Mary Sue is? :) apparently it's a bad thing :/
apparently cp ocs can somehow be labelled as a 'Mary sue' and I really don't want stitcher to become
like this :(
plz give me some feedback about it :) would really
appreciate it ^^
~chuplz (https://www.deviantart.com/chuplz)
Hey guys! I'm back! It's Been such a long time and I feel SO bad for not being able to upload anything at all for you guys.
I have a computer so I'll be able to continue writing but then there is the problem with the internet. Since we're still waiting for the new house, (I know, so many months have past and I still have this problem) I have go to the library for the internet so I can upload more chapters and stories (I don't go there very much either :().
But I have been getting lots of ideas for some Hetalia x Reader inserts and I think that you'll enjoy a lot! I already one for America and I'm working on Prussia's.
Well, until I get
Hey guys, so It will be a while until I can make another fanfic. Sorry.
The reason why I can't is because my house caught on fire yesterday afternoon and everything pretty much burned. If your wondering how I made this journal entry my parents let me borrow their computer for a little while. So ya... I'll be back with some more stories when I have enough for my own computer.
Until then, stay safe and and make sure everything is okay at your home.
Hey guys, once again I found myself just snoopin around DA and I found this awesome dude! dAhub
So go and check him out here! http://dahub.deviantart.com/
:D