Lost In The Dark: PrologueHave you ever had something so earth shattering happen, that it somehow single handedly changed your entire point of view? I have. And it was that single occurrence that cost me the one person that meant everything to me before I even knew how much she had meant.Lost In The Dark: Prologue by ~NeoWingClassic
My best friend, [F/N] Bronte, had been on a trip along with her parents for the past two weeks and I was uncharacteristically chipper to learn that she would be headed home that night. It would be far too late for me to go see her by the time she had gotten back home, but it was still good to know she would soon be back to break the depressing atmosphere that had settled when she left.
"Hey, Emil, do you think we could go ice skating tomorrow? It would be fun to finally get to hang out again, besides I missed the snow." I still remember her giddy whispers as she tried hard not to let her parents hear her on the phone so late at night, and how just thinking about her warm smile had brought a small smile
Norway x Child!Reader: I love youLighthearted giggles and the creaking of the old swing set resounded through the nearly empty park. The small girl perched on the swing smiled brightly as her father pushed her lightly back and forth.Norway x Child!Reader: I love you by ~NeoWingClassic
"Far?" The five year old asked, her bright [e/c] eyes trained on the leaves fluttering through the wind.
"Hmm?" Her stoic father hummed as he looked on at her with his navy blue eyes.
"I think it's time to go home." [Name] mumbled, doing her best to stifle a yawn.
"Alright, then let's go." The blond said sternly as he plucked his daughter up from her spot on the swing set.
The young girl buried her head in her father's coat as she began nodding off. "Jeg elsker deg, far" She muttered before falling asleep.
"Jeg elsker deg også, [Name]." Lukas whispered, a small smile creeping onto his face as he brushed a few [h/c] locks from her eyes.
Mama!Fem!France x Child!Reader: Christmas Day "Mère, Wake up! Père Noël visited last night!" Françoise was pulled from her sleep by a sudden pressure on her lower back.Mama!Fem!France x Child!Reader: Christmas Day by ~NeoWingClassic
"Mon Dieu, (Name)! I'm up! I'm up!" The five year old giggled as her mother lifted off of the bed and set her down.
"Are we going to open gifts now, maman?" (Name) asked excitedly as she scooped up the fluffy white cat in her arms.
"(Name), it's still very early and Matthieu hasn't even woken up yet. We can't let your frérot miss out on his very first Noël." The little girl gave a sigh and pouted slightly.
"No, I guess not." Her (h/c) hair bouncing behind her as she skipped over to the couch, causing Françoise to smile.
"How about I go make us some breakfast?" She asked as (Name) nodded happily in agreement.
Françoise kissed her forehead and walked into the kitchen to begin cooking.
"Breakfast is ready." She announced in a singsong voice, as she walked into the living room. She melted at the sight of (Name) and Matthieu cuddled up tog
Independence "Ecuador, this is nonsense! You can't possibly think you'll be able to take care of yourself!" Spain spoke as he extended his hand slowly. "Come back home with me, I can take care of you." Ecuador swatted his hand away, drew her flintlock pistol, and pointed it at his chest.Independence by ~NeoWingClassic
"How dare you! All you do anymore is hurt me!" She cocked her gun as she spoke bitterly. "I will not stand for it any longer. I will have my independence, one way or another!" Hot tears pricked at her amber eyes as she pressed her gun forcefully to his chest.
Spain looked at her tear stained face and her tattered military uniform and dropped to his knees. He looked up to her with a sorrowful expression, tears dripping from his emerald green eyes.
"Hermana. I'm so sorry." He inhaled sharply as his sobbing became too hard to fight. "Take your independence, I just can't handle seeing you hurt anymore!" His shoulders trembled as he spoke.
Ecuador turned away from him trying to hold herself together "It'
EnglandXReader: Christmas Must Be Something MoreEnglandXReader: Christmas Must Be Something More by ~Cerulean-Star75
What if ribbons and bows didn’t mean a thing?
Would the song still survive without five golden rings?
Would you still wanna kiss without mistletoe?
What would happen if God never let it snow?
“Arthur!” You shouted out as the Brit’s house began to loom in front of you, your legs carrying the rest of your body through the snow that was slowly but surely beginning to edge closer and closer to becoming waist deep, but still, with a white, small bag tied with a piece of red ribbon in hand, you forged on. You’d spent far too long on those cookies to fall short halfway through your journey. Pushing a piece of your (h/l), (h/c) hair behind your ear, your fingertips ducked underneath the wool of your (fav/colour) hat for the second that this process lasted. You’d spent a long time baking those cookies, desperate to get them to look and taste as close to perfect as was physically possible.
What would happen if Christmas carol
2P!EnglandXReader: Thanksgiving Day "Can I help?"2P!EnglandXReader: Thanksgiving Day by ~FlameRiverAlchemist
"No poppet let me do it~"
"Let me see your pockets," you held a hand out to your british friend Oliver Kirkland.
The strawberry blonde turned toward you with wide bluish-pink eyes, "Why?" he asked with a cheerful British accent.
"I never know with you. Pockets, lemme see 'em," you made a motion with your hand and Oliver pulled his pockets inside out displaying that they were empty. You weren't satisfied, "Shirt pocket too," hesitantly he reached into it and pulled out a vial.
You confiscated the vial, "Thats what I thought."
"Its just flavoring I swear," he defended.
"Of course it is," you opened a locked drawer labeled, ’Things taken from Oliver', and threw in the newest addition.
With a huff Oliver turned back to cooking. What was he cooking? Thanksgiving dinner, which confused the heck out of you.
"Hey Ollie, why are yo