Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 7Working by the burning frustration within him, Austria let his fingers fly over the piano keys. It wasn’t an angry song, per se, but it was a song being carried on the fiery energy of anger. That worked just as well. Austria felt furious and dignified at the same time - a tiger, king of his lair. The very air in the music room resonated with the bleeding notes. Austria didn’t know what he was playing and he didn’t care. Intuition guided him. The song he played was fury, as primed by years and years of training.
“No one can take this from me. No one!”
His hands crashed down on a sour note, causing Austria to realize how loudly he had been playing. The child was probably in bed already - not that it mattered.
“This is my house,” Austria hissed to the ivory. “I’ll dictate the rules.” The moment he said so out loud, his fingers lost track of where to land nex
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 6Dinner was early that evening and Austria resented it. There was no excuse for interrupting his piano rehearsal. Adults could eat later than 6pm and if the child needed his food sooner, there was no sense in shifting everyone else around because of it.
“But isn’t it nicer if we all eat together as a family?” Hungary said. Chibitalia nodded in agreement and had a large bite of his beloved pasta. Austria refrained from pointing out the obvious. Hungary paused, perhaps testing if he would.
“Do you know who I saw at the market today?”
“Poland and Lithuania,” Hungary said. “I told them all about Chibitalia, and Poland said, ‘Your son sounds totally cute.’”
Austria’s hand froze halfway to his glass.
“You... told Poland that this child is our son?”
Hungary giggled and waved dismissively.
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 5In the centre of the resonating sound, Austria let his fingers run across the keys. In stressful situations such as this day’s, he generally chose a piece of considerable difficulty, so as to fully occupy his mind. This time, however, he had begun with the first etude on his piano desk stand and let the routine take over. There was probably something new from Schubert somewhere nearby, but he felt too cloudy to retrieve it. Fine. This piece would do. It was enough for him to feel the cool ivory under his fingertips and let the humming aura of the sound consume him.
With Hungary and the child preoccupied, Austria allowed himself to forget the world. Following the familiar patterns was hypnotic. It gave him a sense of pride and power knowing he could stylishly trace each song and recreate it like magic.
As his fingers spidered across the octaves, he thought he heard something rustling behind him. He looked over his shoulder and
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 4The endless pantry contained shelf after shelf of jars, Flours, grains, dried berries for sauces - Hungary could have sworn they had some egg noodles somewhere. Chibitalia had requested pasta, politely at first, but ever more adamant. He had been more than agreeable about everything else thus far, but pasta was non-negotiable. Austria had whispered to Hungary that it was a disciplinary issue. With a wave of her hand, Hungary told Austria she was happy to at least know what the youngster would eat. That would make things easier. At least, it would once she found the pasta. If they had any.
Behind her, the pantry door creaked open. Like a slinking cat, Austria stepped in and shut the door behind him.
“Have you seen the pasta?” Hungary asked, completely ignoring Austria’s expression of grave seriousness.
“Pasta is the least of our concerns.”
Hungary ignored this as well.
“How is Chibitalia doing?
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 3Not far from the estate was a field of golden grains and wildflowers. It was Hungary’s favourite place, reminiscent of the vast and wild spaces she had traversed on horseback with her family an era ago. In the early morning sunlight, she ran through the field, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being anywhere but indoors. That’s when a rustling in the tall grass caught her eye.
Cautiously, she approached. The rustling occurred again. She ducked low to the ground, slowly unsheathing the knife she wore strapped to her leg. Whatever was hiding in the grasses was close enough to chase her down over a short distance, so fleeing wouldn’t be an option. She crept closer, readying herself for whatever was waiting for her.
It seemed too small to be a bear. A small wolf, maybe, although those were nocturnal. Hungary paused. The rustling had ceased. She wondered if perhaps she was not being hunted, or if that was m
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 1The estate felt empty. It always felt empty. With forty-eight rooms for two people, how could it not? As night closed in, Hungary stared out the window at the endless field of stars. Although she usually enjoyed stargazing - it reminded her of her wild past and her countless adventures on horseback - tonight it felt hollow. The night sky held a blackness without depth that made her feel ever more alone.
She turned around in her oversized chair by the window and looked across the drawing room. Far away - too far away - her husband sat in an oversized chair of his own. The two chairs were a matching set, of course. Custom made. There were only two ways to tell them apart. Hungary’s chair was always placed by the room’s largest window because she preferred to look outside, and her seat cushion was still as plush as the day the chair was made, because she also preferred to BE outside. Austria’s chair, howev
Code Red Avenger x Pmsing ReaderAka How the Avengers deal with a pmsing you
“Hello sweetheart.” Tony greeted you as you sat glaring at your coffee for not being hot enough. You sneered at the cheerful man before you while you grabbed a knife smeared with jelly and began to spread it on your toast. You went to dip the knife back into the bottle only to discover it had been moved. You pulled it back to you and quickly resumed preparing your breakfast as Tony hummed beside you. Anger started to build inside you as his humming increased in volume and eventually gave way to singing.
Thankfully Tony shut up before you grew homicidal. With a sigh of relief you put your focus on making jelly toast instead of not killing your friend, only to find the jelly missing again. With a small growl you stole it from Tony again.
“I was using that.” He complained while he reached for it again. You put a stop to that though by twisting around and pointing the knife at him
You sat in your apartment board after finishing up your paper work for Fury for the day. Glancing at the couch opposite you, you shrugged before moving over to it and sitting next to the passed out figures. Picking up your phone you dialed a group call and put the phone on speaker while turning slightly to get access to the man to your left.
"Hey (Y/n)" Nat answered first.
"Hey Nat" You greeted.
"Hellooooo ladies" Tony purred from behind his bar.
"Hey Ironass" You replied.
"Meanie" Tony pouted.
"HELLO SISTER WIDOW, SISTER (Y/N) AND BROTHER IRONASS!" Thor boomed answering his call.
"Indoor voices Thor" You replied.
"Apologies" Thor said quieter.
"I prefer brother Anthony" Tony chipped in.
"Lady (Y/n) said to call you Brother Ironass" Thor replied.
"And by said I paid him with poptarts" You added.
"Nice" Nat sniggered.
"Your all mean" Tony scowled.
"Hey guys" Steve chirped joining in.
"Hey cap" You replied keeping your focus on your target.
"Hi" Bruce spoke up.
"Hey science bro" Tony gri
He said Big Brother ::NorwayxReaderxIceland::“I WILL KILL YOU!”
You hear someone shout from the living room.
Norway runs into the kitchen to where you were preparing sugar cookies to hand out.
He hides behind you just before Iceland comes into the kitchen with a highly flustered face gritting his teeth.
Now you were confused.
Why was Norway hiding from Iceland?
“Err…what’s…going on?” You question both countries.
Iceland looks at you then turns away, his face turning even redder.
“He called me big brother~” Norway still crouched behind you cooed mockingly
“He called you big brother? How’d you do that?”
Iceland whips his head toward both of you having a look of rage pasted onto his cool exterior.
“HE TRICKED ME! HE USED DIRTY METHODS! HE’S A PERVERT!”
Norway chuckled from behind you.
“…what exactly did he do…?”
He just turned his head mumbling something to himself in his own language.
“Well I’m not telli
Prussia x Reader x England- Perverted Conversation"Arthur,Gilbo! i'm home from school." You yelled loudly, setting down your backpack on the living room floor, and throwing yourself on the couch. You sighed and shoved your head into a pillow comfortably. "Welcome home, love. How was school?" Arthur came downstairs, his arms out widely, hoping to get a hug from you. "Meh-ish." You groaned and leaned in slightly as you lay down, you hugged him and let him sit down, removing your feet that were in the way.
"Where's Gilbo?" You raised an eyebrow and began to yawn and shiver. "I believe he's in his room." Arthur shrugged and looked over at you. "Are you cold?"
Arthur stood up, he went upstairs to retrieve a blanket for you, as you began to unwind and remember when you first moved in with the boys. They were really close friends and all, it was fun living with both the boys that were complete opposites. "Here you go, love. I hope that's warm enough for you, since it's mine." Arthur had a slight smirk on the edge of his lips. "
The Bet (AvengersXReader)You glanced at Tony who was sitting across the table from you in the Avenger’s meeting room.
“Bet you 50 bucks I can annoy Loki by the end of the meeting” You text him on your phone.
“You are so on but if you lose you have to make out with Coulson” Tony smirked.
“Fuck the 50 bucks if I win you have to kiss Bruce” You grin.
“Uggh fine deal” Tony sighed.
“Nick may I be excused for a minute?” You ask.
“Make it quick” Fury growled. You quickly leave the room and run down the hall to find Loki.
“Hey Loki” You say finding him in the training room.
“Yes?” Loki asked.
“I bet Tony I could annoy you I need you to chase me into the meeting room acting pissed” You request.
“What so I get in return?” Loki asked.
“You get to see Tony make out with Bruce in front of everyone” You reply.
“Deal” Loki smirked. Loki ran at you and you ran back to the meetin
L x ReaderHumming happily, you pushed the cart chalk full of various sweets down the hall of the investigation headquarters. Usually this was Watari's job, but he looked so tired that you requested to do it. Luckily, he recognized you right away.
Opening a set of doors you see two serious looking men crowding around a computer screen with L sitting in his usual pose in the middle of all of it.
"Mr. Stalker, can you just let me go?" a high pitched voice whined from the computer. You raise an eyebrow at the computer screen, showing a blond girl fully restrained to a chair.
"'Mr. Stalker'? That's one of the kinder names you've been called," you comment, breaking the silence. The men looked stunned to see you while L glances back and nods. You push the cart up to him and hand him a slice of cake, then take one for yourself and the seat next to him.
"Soooooo, what are we watching?" you ask, eating some of the cake.
"Miss Misa Amane," L answers without looking at you.
"We suspect her-" holding up your
Masky x Reader- Sleepover
Male/Fem Reader- you choose
Why couldn't he just leave you alone!? He was everywhere you were, either hiding in the shadows or making himself obvious to you that he was walking right behind you on your way home and to school. He rarely talked, he just followed you like a lost puppy. You had no idea who he was, only that he went by the name 'Masky' which in your opinion, fit him well seeing how he wore one. It was milky white, sometimes a few smears of dried dirt on it would be there when you see him, but most of the time he kept it clean and in good shape. It had black, feminine lips and black circles as eyes, strange arched eyebrows just above them as the only features on the mask Masky wore. He also was always seen in a tan jacket and a pair of jeans. At first you thought he might be homeless, but from the looks of him, he seemed in quite decent shape. Hair was always brushed, clothes weren'
Heat (Remus LupinXReader)
It was the Summer time and Remus was sleeping in after a late Patrol when he woke up feeling off. He groaned when he realized what was happening and went to take a cold shower before going downstairs. In the house it was only you, Sirius and Remus which was good news for him.
"I swear Merlin I think Snapes a virgin" Remus heard you say to Sirius.
"He's a 36 year old Virgin" Sirius chuckled sipping his coffee. Shrugging Remus walked into the kitchen and sat on the chair beside you before pulling you onto his lap. You were confused by his sudden display of affection and glanced at Sirius who shrugged. Remus wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face against your back.
"Remus are you ok?" You asked.
"Mhmm" Remus nodded still nuzzling you.
"Are you drunk?" Sirius questioned confused by his behaviour as well.
"No I'm not" Remus shook his head.
"Your never this affectionate its scaring me" You said sending Sirius a 'help me' look.
"I missed you" Remus replied.
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