Hetalia Headcanons: Vinland and Holy Rome
It has been such a long time since they've heard those names. Even more shocking than hearing the names, was that it didn't come from them.
Germany (pressured by Prussia) and Canada (pressured by America) were discussing things in privet, getting over the horrors that WWII still left behind and the bitter, scared feelings that followed in the memories wake, when they heard two names. Two very special names that could dissolve certain countries into tears. Sometimes, it dissolved themselves into tears.
Vinland and the Holy Roman Empire. Or, the more casual and tear inducing, little Vinny and Holy Rome.
The two blonde nations abruptly halted in the middle of the corridor they found themselves in, just to quietly make their way to the slightly ajar door to their right. Cautiously, Canada slowly opened the door a little more, making room so that both he and Germany could see. Inside the room was both Italy Veneziano and Italy Romano, along with Prussia, whom Germany was
[Germany/Reader] Enchanted (First-Person POV)"Come on, bella! I'll even introduce you! He'll love you, I'm sure!" the bubbly Italian said, tugging at my hand like a child.
"Feli, I-I don't know. I came here to catch up with old friend, like Gilbert and Alfred and Kiku. I've been talking to you since we got here, I'd feel bad if I blew them off," I say, averting my eyes from him.
"Well...You know Kiku! And me! And we always hang out with Doitsu! It'd be rude if you didn't meet him!" Feli argued. I sigh, taking another sip of wine from the small glass I held. After a moment, I realized that with my other hand, I was absent-mindedly twirling my hair around my finger.
A sign of nervousness.
Nervous? About meeting someone? 'Now, that's absurd.' I scold myself.
Feli was turned around, probably stuffing his face with more appetizers.
I roll my eyes and turn to walk away, but instead I come face to face with a tall, muscular...handsome...blond man.
"Hello," I say, surprised. "My name is ____," I say, offering
[Germany/Reader] The Story of UsI used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,
How we met and the sparks flew instantly,
People would say, "They're the lucky ones."
I used to know my place was a spot next to you,
Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat,
'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.
Two months, and I had lost all contact with Ludwig.
You lay in bed, trying to fall asleep.
You felt terrible.
You wanted to see him so bad.
But you couldn't bear the fact that he probably didn't want to talk to you at this point.
You had practically abandoned him.
That's when your phone rang.
You were excited for a second, but you lost all emotion when you saw Gilbert's name on the screen.
"Yes?" you asked sleepily.
"Ja, ____, I have a party next week! You'd be totally un-awesome if you didn't come!" the loud Prussian yelled through the phone.
"...Alright. Just don't call me this late ever again," you say as you hang up on him.
Oh, a simple complication,
Miscommunications lead t
RomanoXReaderXItaly - Her Voice Resides C3
When you regained your composure you left the room and walked into the kitchen. Romano was already at the table, across from Feli and Ludwig was already there, sitting next to him. You decided to sit next to Romano since Ludwig did think that he was your boyfriend.
When you got there, Feli helped you make a plate piled high with pasta with tomato sauce and a slice of pizza. Romano put the same things on his plate. Ludwig ended up bringing his own food of wurst and beer. You all ate in silence before Ludwig decided to speak up and ask you a few questions after about three beers or so.
"So, how long have you und Romano been dating?" He asked in his German accent.
You and Romano stiffened and looked at each other.
"A month," you said just as Romano said, "a week."
"A month and a week." You said with a sweet smile.
Ludwig raised an eyebrow at the two of you and then just shrugged it off. "How did you meet, Romano?"
Romano froze again and hesitated. You laughed playfully and leaned over to
Vati Germany x Reader Part Three
Some unexplainable silence has filled the car. Germany was surprised at your new found silence. He was expecting you to run your mouth off at a hundred miles per hour, but not a single peep has been heard from you since the end of the meeting. Regardless to say, it worried him. No, more than that, it frightened him.
“So, how did you enjoy the meeting, Schatz?” he asked, curious as to how you would answer.
“It was fine.” Nothing more, not a smile, not a wise remark, nothing.
“I’m very proud of you, you did well.” He looked at your silent form from the review mirror.
Still no movement, still no sound.
“Hey, how about we go get some ice-cream to celebrate?” Of course, he was just trying to incite some sort of reaction, but this was rea
GermanyxReader-This Will be Interesting Ch 1Beep beep beep.
A hand reached for the alarm clock that was blaring in the dark room as the figure under the covers grunted in annoyance and then yawned as the person curled up into a ball and continued to sleep blissfully.
The door banged open but _____ continued to sleep anyway, and nobody was going to wake her from her nice sleep.
“_____! Wake up!” Her stepmother barked.
_____ didn't respond and simply continued to sleep her head off as (h/c) hair was all messy. The covers was roughly pulled from her as (e/c) eyes snapped open.
“What the fuck!” _____ said angrily.
“Language!” The witch snarled.
“Screw you! You're not my mother!” _____ Retorted angrily.
“Get up and get changed!”
_____ watched as she walked out of her room, she grumbled and grabbed the covers and placed them on the bed as she crawled back into bed and back into the same position she was in before, she couldn't wait for summer which was around the corne
Back to December-Germany x ReaderWarning!: Mild language use in the middle, just so there's no surprises
I'm so glad you made time to see me.
How's life? Tell me how's your family?
I haven't seen them in a while.
You've been good, busier than ever,
We small talk, work and the weather,
Your guard is up and I know why.
Because the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind.
You gave me roses and I left them there to die.
"What is he doing here?" You asked your friend, Izabel, honestly confused and curious. You pointed towards your ex, the country of Germany, who had a different girl hanging all over him. It burned your heart knowing that it wasn't you, and because of some stupid sense of pride and a mistake you had made. He had been so sweet to you, and he made sure you were taken care of, but you had just been so mad and you took it all out on him. You lost all contact with each other, and you had no idea what had happened to him. It was frustrating, because you hadn't meant all of the