HetaliaDesu

"______, could you please take the princess outfit off for daddy? The royal dress seems to have spaghetti and peanut butter stains all over it, and is in dire need for a wash.." Alfred attempted to coax the little six year old into taking her light pink and purple dress off and put on some regular clothes, or at least until he had enough time to put it into the washing machine and get it clean. She had been wearing the outfit for who knows how long, and was about as stubborn as a mule about taking it off. The child believed she had been a princess from a far away land, and she couldn't rule the kingdom without the proper attire. When he had t

~Warning: Contains some language!~ “Ivan? What happened to your scarf?” You asked, looking at his scarf. “Well, it’s old so it now has a few holes in it, I tried to patch them up, but I just turned it into a big mistake but I don’t have any other scarves, so I just use this one.” He replied. “Well, I could make you a new one! I-if you want me too!” You suggested. “Really? You would you that? Thanks so much ____!” The Russian said as he went up and gave you a warm hug. “Yeah, it’s no problem!” You said happily. ~Timeskip to Later that Day~ “ARTHU

A/N: This is the second part of the Easter story I made from 2013- if you wish to read the first part before getting to this, part one can be found in the description. Thank you, and Happy Easter! _____ "Happy Easter,  _________!" Indeed, today had been April nineteenth, the day where children all around the world would hop out of bed to go in search of the baskets the well known rabbit had hid for them the night before- their little hands dunking hardboiled eggs that had been prepared that morning into cups of colored water, instantly drawing little faces on them afterwards to give the appearance that they had been alive. Today was the ca

A small sigh managed to escape the lips of Francis Bonnefoy, his sapphire eyes gazing at the reflection that shone into his clear wine glass, the red substance having been drained from it not moments earlier. Today had been July fourteenth, the official birthday of the Frenchman, and he couldn't seem to find one reason to celebrate it. That morning hadn't been exceptionally well for him, his nose stuffed and throat pained to the point he could barely open his mouth and talk. He had indeed been sick, the first time he could remember in awhile, and didn't have a single soul to take care of him. Alfred had gone to visit Matthew in his native lan

"Oh...I guess no one's here.." You peered into the conference room, labtop and papers held tightly between your hands. It was true, you were in fact the only person in the giant room. Not having been in here before, you didn't know if the conference wasn't today and you had been told wrong, or you were simply early. You represented the tiny country (Country name), and this was the first time you had been recognized as an acutal person. Though this made you more excited than you had ever been before, it also scared you. You had heard of smaller countries being fought over by bigger ones, such as England or Russia, and getting seized over by

"N-No..." Italy frantically ran his hands through his russet brown hair, fingers entwining and tugging vigorously on it, as if to try and take his overwhelming feelings out on himself. Honey hues squinting shut as tight as they could, he could feel himself growing even more exhausted and mentally unstable the longer he crouched on the cement floor. Though nothing but darkness surrounded him, a little visible light had been let in from the broken rafter that hung limply above the Italian, making it even more harder for him to open his eyes. To simply peer at the scene that had been layed before him. The one he felt he had caused. "This... Th

He had kept all your letters. The normal, almost automatic like thing people would usually do when they receive letters is to read them once, or skim them over again just to make sure that they had read it entirely right, quickly soaking in the words that had been written or typed by a loved one or friend. Even a bill of some sort would be quickly read through and paid in no time, leaving the white strip to be tossed into a nearby trash can- And the only time people would usually send letters is to wish someone a happy birthday, or to congratulate the person on some life accomplishment or simple goal that they were aiming to achieve, like fi

"Hey Norge, __________'s here!" Denmark yelled, holding the door to the house open enough to let her stand out of the wrath of the blizzard.     Norge sighed, Denmark was being really over-sensitive about the poeple he was letting in these days. Sure there economies weren't the best right now, and Sweden was pushing on a war with Russia, but that wasn't a reason to block out there childhood friends, especially one so close and innocent as little __________. "I'm coming, Den." I sighed heavily, setting my book down on the love seat and wrapping my jacket around me tighter. It was fucking cold, and at this rate I'd never be able to finish

Your POV: "Yes, Basch?" I asked, peeking through his bedroom door. "Come in, please.." He answered, I slipped through, "Close the door, if you don't mind." "Hai." I nodded, closing the door slowly. The suspense of this was going to tear me to shreds. "Take a seat, anyvhere is fine..." "Hai." I nodded, taking a seat on the chest on the edge of his bed. "Listen, _______, zere's zomezthing I've been meeting to tell you.." "Yes, Basch?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, he took a step or two towards me, sitting on his knees in front of me. "I...I love you.._______..." Basch whispered, looking down slightly. His blonde locks falling in front o

You silently stared up at the sign that had been plastered in rather big, brightly bolded letters above your head labeled 'Carreido Dance Studio', the heavy black and white striped gym bag that you had packed before you left your house slipping off your shoulder the longer you looked upwards. When your friend had told you not a few hours earlier that when you took a left by the only Starbucks in town you would see a bold sign offering cheap dancing lessons, she wasn't kidding. It surprised you as to why you had never seen this building before she had even recommended the class to you, just for the fact it had stood out like a sore thumb the l