That sums up about 1/4th of Hetalia....
Papa!FrancexLittle!Reader 4 "I-Uh-I..I..", England stammered. Words were not forming.. WHY WEREN'T THEY FORMING? He bit is lips, eyes scanning aimlessly, You in his lap.Papa!FrancexLittle!Reader 4 by ~German-Idiota
Your big (e/c) eyes were filled with fear from your papa's angry expression.
Silence wafted over the room, before France sucked in a large breath, "Why in holy hell did you violate my...!!!!!!-", Crying.
You had began crying loudly, clinging on to England. You found Francis scary when he was yelling.
England panicked a bit. "Wh-Wh-What do I..?!", France strode over to him, and grabbed you in one swift movement. "Out!", Your papa pointed to the door. "But..!", "OUT."
After that, England promptly left, leaving an Angry France and little you to go about your day.
Teacher!GermanyxReader - Tutoring 1 You shuffled to your classroom, bunching your shoulders. You didn't want to brush against anyone and get yelled at. Finally making it to your locker, you opened it gently, just to have it slammed shut.Teacher!GermanyxReader - Tutoring 1 by ~German-Idiota
You sighed. This was your first day of school and you already had an enemy from last year retaliating for when you stuck ketchup packets in their seat, so when they sat down, it splurged everywhere, and on the back of her legs.
You grinned softly at the thought.
Re-entering your combination, you grabbed your reading book, for homeroom.
On the first day, you were always expected to know that you must have a book for homeroom, which you did.
Glancing at your schedule, it read 'Mr. Beilschmidt', For HR. You sighed confidently, nodding, "Okay..", You said to yourself. You'd heard many rumors about this teacher..
That he was mean, cruel, ruthless, and he would slap your hands with rulers, whe
Chubby!ReaderxAmerica You felt... Awkward being Alfred's girlfriend..Chubby!ReaderxAmerica by ~German-Idiota
You weren't the skinniest, that was the problem. It was weird being the companion of a mussily guy, when you didn't even have a flat stomach.. He could've picked anyone.. Bella, Amanda, Allica, Deena, Kayla.. Anyone.. Though for some reason, he loved you. Why? You were just a chubby high-school girl. You weren't anything special to a guy like him. Sometimes it seemed embarrassing..
Did you embarrass him...?
That was one of the questions you wished dearly someone could answer. This weekend, you were asked to go with your boyfriend to one of his infamous parties. You almost declined, though you know you would feel bad later, so you said 'yes'.
"(Name)? (Naaammeee)? (NAME)!"
You were then pulled from your thoughts.
Teen!AmericaxMom!Reader- Stacy's Mom "Have a good day at school, Stacy!", You called to your High-School daughter.Teen!AmericaxMom!Reader- Stacy's Mom by ~German-Idiota
She was fourteen, just a Junior. You sighed contently, shutting the door.
You had gotten pregnant with Stacy, at Fifteen.
Since you had gotten pregnant at such a young age, you didn't want the same-
to happen to your young daughter. In result, you studied with her, tutored her,
and made her a smarty-pants. She skipped two grades because of your hard work.
You were certainly a proud mother.
Although Stacy's father didn't want to deal with it even though he was the cause-
of a daughter. He had left you right after childbirth, alone and hopeless.
You were determined though. You promised yourself you'd get a nice job-
to support your small family. So, you got into business, being a real estate agent-
being on top at yo