Songfic :Canada: Mr. Pitiful by Puppylove20007, literature
Literature
Songfic :Canada: Mr. Pitiful
Oh Mr. Pit-
Mr. Pit-
Mr. Pitiful,
Matthew looked down in embarrassment, for yet again, he was forgotten. He sighed in defeat, and slumped lower into his chair. He softly petted Kumajiro, to comfort himself.
Who let you down?
Who let you down?
Who let you down?
He glanced at Alfred, who forgot all about him as soon as he saw Arthur and Francis. Francis, the one who raised him, also seems to have forgotten him.
You still don't believe
You don't believe
You don't believe,
He didn't believe that they would ever recognize him as something more than an empty space. The only one that probably knew he existed was Kumajiro... And you. He cl
Werewolf Canada x Reader - Cursed Part 1 by SwiftNinja91, literature
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Werewolf Canada x Reader - Cursed Part 1
I'm Matthew Williams, the second largest country in the world also known as Canada ... and I have been cursed. I ... can't look at anyone in the eye any more, especially [Name]. I care about her so much ... but what if she's with me at the wrong time and saw me for the mindless killing machine hiding within? I couldn't remember when it started happening, but I would black out on a night with a full moon ... and I wake up with no memory of the night in question ... sometimes I would have blood on my hands ... and other times, I would wake up in the middle of nowhere on top of a body that's been ripped to shreds
When I was younger, I tried to
You hit the ground hard, your cheeck stinging with white hot pain. Tears of anger and pain fell down your face. You looked up at your boss, Prussia, who was very abusive if you never met your quota.
You were a young nation going by the name of _______ who was once under Germany's control. But you ended up in Prussia's possession for some unknown reason.
This month, the fertile soils did not give off enough to satisfy Prussia and he began smacking you around again. Any other time, you would've gotten up and hit him back; in fact, you had done that already and his nose was bleeding out and he had a black ey
CanadaXReader: Forget Me Not... by ArielleHermes, literature
Literature
CanadaXReader: Forget Me Not...
You stood there, in the hall of hospital as the nurse told you what was wrong with him. Amnesia. He wouldn't be able to remember himself nor anyone else in his life.
You weren't really paying any attention o the nurse in front of you, or anything else for that matter. You were starring at the ground, utterly dumbfounded. What if he could see you? You thought, surely he'd remember you, his best friend for 4 years.
"Can I see him?!" you blurted, looking up into the nurses eye's. You realized you had just cut her off in the middle of her sentence, usually you'd be very sorry, but you were just too focused on seeing him.
she nodded
"He just w
Male!UkrainexReader Zero to Hero by vampsandghosts, literature
Literature
Male!UkrainexReader Zero to Hero
"Stay out of my way, брат, or I will have to use this knife on you..." You and your Russian friend, Anya, were sitting on the couch in her living room. You were chatting away and reminiscing on the days of your youth. However, during the intense conversation, you heard yelling coming from the direction of the kitchen. You stopped and turned your head to listen. Anya noticed your peculiar behavior and silenced. It was then that she heard the all too familiar sound of her two brothers bickering. The two of you listened in.
RussiaXReader: Strangest Night by nadineip, literature
Literature
RussiaXReader: Strangest Night
What the heck am I doing here? you asked yourself.
In the outskirts of the city. At this time of night. All alone. You were in dire need to get out of the house, so imprisoning and boring, and feel and see and hear the city lights and sounds around you. The adrenaline had already turned cold in your blood; you needed the excitement back in your system.
Then why am I here? you ask again.
If you came looking for the noise and stir of the city, then why were you in the middle of who-knows-where that showed no signs of life whatsoever? Thank God the street lamps were still on at this part of town, and thank God you knew enough self-defense to
CanadaXReader
Thanksgiving. Your favorite holiday. Not only was this your favorite holiday because it meant food, and lots of it, it meant that you got to spend the whole weekend in the same large house as your neighbor, best friend, and longtime crush, Matthew. Every year your family and his would travel to your grandparent's lake house to have a huge thanks giving dinner, and of course the annual hockey game.
This tradition had been going on for as long as you could remember, and every year you managed to embarrass yourself in front of Matthew. Your sister Daisy was dating Matthew's brother Alfred, and was always supporting you in your ef
Hockey Injury CanadaXReader by MapleLuver1, literature
Literature
Hockey Injury CanadaXReader
Hockey CanadaxReader
You where on the bored bus re-reading your favorite book, (insert title here) sit alone with everything you needed to do your
homework sitting next to you. The bus was starting to move before a blonde boy with a single curl stubbornly hangs off his head,
came running out of the school like a cheetah in a panic. It was your childhood friend Matthew. When he got on the bus, the driver stared at him. No one said
a word except for a couple of whispers you could hear as he got on. With the seats all being occupied, the only option was for him, as usually,
sit next to you."Hey ______.D-D-Do you have anything planned