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Papa England x Mama Reader x Child America RequestPapa England x Mama Reader x Child America: The Best Birthday Gift
Alfred was as quite as a five year old could be walking downstairs. Today was his birthday and knowing his parents, a surprise was waiting for him on the kitchen table. He was nearing the door frame, heart pumping with excitement. He overheard his Mommy and Daddy talking about what to get him and well, a puppy was brought up more than once. Alfred looked into the kitchen not a thing. He let out a disappointed sigh. "Did they forget it was today?" "Of course not Sweetie, why would we do that?" ________ said. "Mommy!" Alfred ran to you with his arms up. You bent down and picked the child up. He nestles into your arms and sees his father coming up behind you. "Alfred, what are you doing up already?" Alfred sticks his tongue out.
Daddy America x Mommy Reader x Child CanadaPapa America x Mama Reader x Child Canada: My Burger
"MOMMY!!" You turn around to see your son Matthew in tears running up to you. "Mattie, are you okay? What happened?" "Da-dy he's be-ing mean to me-e." "WHAT? ALFRED!" With his name being called by you he came out of nowhere o you and Matthew. "What is it ______ darling? Not to fear THE HERO ME is here!" "Alfred! Why is Mattie crying?" "AHAHAHA, I don't know." Matthew turns to you "Mommy, he tried giving me the gross sandwich!" "WHAT?" Alfred said shockingly. "I'll have you know it's a Hamburger and it's The Greatest thing in the next to your sexy mother and heroes!" They 'bickered' back and forth a bit before you had to step in. "Enough! Alfred go to that corner and Matthew, go to the other one.
Daddy America x Mommy Reader x Child CanadaDaddy America x Mommy Reader x Child Canada: The Special Seed
You and your husband Alfred F. Jones were sitting in the family room. He was reading the newspaper and you were knitting a blanket for you're expecting another child. Where is your first? Little Matthew was up in his room drawing a picture; he said something earlier about it being a surprise for you. As you finished up on today's knitting, you hear the pitter patter of little feet coming your way. You feel a little body press up to your knee and you look down to see Matthew up against your knee, holding a picture. "Hi Mommy!" he said with a wide smile on his face. You put your work down and lift the child up onto your lap. "Hello Mattie, whatcha got there?" Matthew looked at the paper once more then looked to you. "Mommy I made this for you and Daddy!" On cue Alfred put the newspaper down.
PapaSwedenxBigSisterReaderxLittleBrotherSealandPapa Sweden x Big Sister Reader x Little Brother Sealand: Family Love
Berwald Oxenstierna sat in the den in his big leather chair, reading the newspaper and drinking a hot cup of coffee. Above him he can hear two sets of heavy feet chasing one another along with various loud thuds. The noise was slowly coming his way and in time he can hear _________ and Peter fighting. _________ was his sixteen year old daughter and Peter being his ten year old son. "FARSAN!! (DAD)" they said in unison as they ran into the room he sat in. Their eyes sparkled with the chance of getting the other in trouble.
"Farsan, _________ being mean and won't leave me alone!"
"That's nothing! Äldste (father), Peter walked into MY room and took my diary while I was with Lili! He's been reading it too!!"
Peter turns to his father. "________ been dating OLDER guys behind your back and come home late at nig
Papa England x Child Reader: Those WordsPapa England x Child Reader: Those Words
Warning!! A little Dramatic and Emotion! Don't like it then don't read it!
Arthur Kirkland remembers the day you were born, how could he not forget? Your first breath was also the last breath of your mother's. He feared that he'd lose you too when they took you into a separate room. Finally after three long gruesome hours he got to hold you for the first time and give you a name. "_______, ________ Kirkland! I bet your mother would have wanted it too!" He felt pride in the name and in being a father. But he lost your mother in the process and that was something his heart would never rebuild from.
He watched over you like a hawk and when your first word was 'mama', pain struck him like lightning. When you entered preschool you noticed that most of the other kids had two people dropping you off. You turned to your father and ask
MamaDenmarkxPapaNorwayxReaderxBigBrotherIcelandMama Denmark x Papa Norway x Reader x Big Brother Iceland: Bad Dreams Can Go Away!
________ was sound asleep in her nice warm bed. She dreamt of a world like no other, in fact it was about the Greatest Day of her life. Earlier in the night she woke up from a terrible night to a beautiful sight.
Flashback into the night *magic music begins*
_______ screamed with tears pouring from her (e/c) orbs. She dreamt that everyone near and dear to her was was dead! She screamed once more at the remembrance of the explicit detail of it all. ______ soon heard footsteps coming to her bed room door. It burst opened to a serious looking Mathias, Lukas and Emil. "________! __________ what's the matter? Is someone in here?" Your mother Mathias said taking in every little detail of the room you slept in to make sure you were not in harm's way. Emil your big brother walked to your
Mr. Kirkland: Criminal England x Cop Reader Part 2
Mr. Kirkland: Criminal England x Cop Reader Part 2
"I'm resigning!" Francis shouted to the man at the desk. _____ over heard the commotion and came to Francis's side. "Francis, what are you doing?" Francis turned to face _____. "I'm leaving, we're getting nowhere on this Kirkland case and quite frankly I can't stand working with you." ____ stared at the man. "You can't just leave like this! I object to his plans!" _____ said to the (poor) man behind the desk. The man stood up, "I'll hand this to Mr. Zwingli. I'll also tell him your objection Ms. (l/n)." He opened a door and walked off. ____ turned back to Francis. "You bastard! Why are you doing this when we are so close?" Francis walked to the exit. "Sorry _____ but we're getting nowhere and you are too much to work with." "Francis, you're 23 years old.
Careful What You Do. EnglandXReaderXChildAmerica
Careful What You Do. England X Reader X Child America
Arthur Kirkland was home, he took the day off from work to be with his young son Alfred when he comes home from school. However those plans of going to get ice-cream and playing catch in the park might be canceled when Arthur gets a phone call from the school; Alfred was in the principal’s office and it wasn’t for a medal of some sorts.
He entered the building and went to the Mr. Oxenstierna office. Alfred was sitting in a chair and quickly sunk in his seat as his father and Mr. Oxenstierna introduced each other. “Mr. Oxenstierna, may I ask what my son has done to get himself in here?” Arthur glared at the boy then to the principal. Mr. Oxenstierna looked at Arthur and then picked up a folder. “We’ll start with he’s been rude this a girl in his class, often pushing her and doodling on her papers in class. He’s also been name calling her. During snack time Alfred takes her cookies
Mr. Kirkland: Criminal England x Cop Reader Part 6
Mr. Kirkland: Criminal England x Cop Reader Part 6
_____ had gotten sick sometime after that night. At first she thought it was from some spoiled fruit she might have eaten. But lately it was with the smell of certain objects like smoked fish (she can still eat it though). She keeps it from Arthur, not wanting him to worry about her. Arthur however could see the sudden change in her personality and how she'd avoid the cooking fish.
He felt hurt; hurt that ____ wasn't telling him something, hurt that she was keeping a secret behind his back. He was going to break the ice and ask.
They were about to eat their dinner together like usual. _____ left as he smoked the fish and returned when the meal was done. Arthur cleared his throat. "_____, is something wrong? You seem different all of a sudden." ____ stared into the fire, "I have no clue " Arthur thoug
China x Child!ReaderChina dragged his feet back home and slouched as he was walking. He was sick and tired of all this squabbling between the Europeans and they treat him like a servant since he lost the Opium Wars. To make matters even worse, he had lost his little brother Hong Kong to England and hasn't seen him in a little while.
There was one thing he was grateful about though. He discovered a new nation fairly recently, ___________________ who was a sweet timid little girl that he adored and he tried his best to be a proper big brother. He couldn't be happier that the other nations such as France or Russia didn't try to take her away. It broke China's heart if he saw her cry and could very well imagine little _________________ would cry for weeks if she was separated from China because she loved him so much.
As he walked through his garden, he noticed how beautifully the birds sang. It was the right touch he needed to perfect this little piece of a serene sanctuary. As he was walking over the small a
Mama!Reader x Papa!Prussia - MemoriesMama!Reader x Papa!Prussia Memories
What happened to your family? What happened to those good memories you and your family had? Each day, it used to be joyful and loving. As years passed by, your family became stolid. It was only you who showed affection to everyone else, but they would just simply ignore you or push you away, making you feel hurt. Were you not part of this family? Were you not the wife of Gilbert Beilschmidt and the mother of your children? Every day, you would always deny the fact that your family has been treating you wrong already. You would always be patient with them, and just think that this is just some test to see if your family is really strong or not. You would always believe that one day, memories before would happen once again.
It was a Monday morning , and you knew your duties as a mother. You were supposed to prepare food for your dear family, iron their clothes if needed, etc. You couldn't leave this work to Gilbert, you knew he already has work
Papa!RomanoxChild!Reader :REQUEST: Nap TimePapa!RomanoxChild!Reader: Nap Time
"I'm sorry I couldn't get _________ down for her nap Lovino."
Papa looked over at you with a glare. You gave him one back and jabbed at him with the broom you had.
In order to keep Bella, your babysitter, from taking you down for a nap, you built a fort.
Using two of the dining room chairs, a few pillows, a blanket, and some of the kitchen pots, you built the sturdiest fort ever built by a four year old.
And just for extra measures, you took the broom and used the rounded end to jab Bella or anyone who got close enough and took the pasta strainer and used it for a helmet.
"That's okay Bella," Papa said. "Why don't you go home and get some rest and we'll see you tomorrow?"
Bella smiled and nodded. "Alright. Good bye Lovino." She looked at you with her cat like smile and waved goodbye. "Good bye ___________!"
You give her a small glare as she left. One the door closed, Papa turned to you and your little fort and crossed his arms sternly.
Family - Mother!ReaderxKid!AlliesxKid!Axis(I'm including Romano in this since he IS a part of the Axis)
You were 31 year old mother, with 9 children. The oldest Wang Yao was 12, Kiku was 11, Arthur is 10, Francis is 9, Ludwig is 8, Ivan is 7, Feliciano and Lovino who were twins are 6, Alfred who is the youngest is 5. Not all of them were yours but you loved them all the same. Wang and Kiku were brothers, both adopted. Ludwig and Ivan were both adopted too. The rest, were yours. But for some odd reason, they all had accents. And spoke other languages.
"Boys!!!" You yelled and the thundering of footsteps ran to you. Your boys circled around you.
"Ok! Who drew on the walls this time?!" You asked. Lately you've been sick from working so hard to care for them.
"I-I'm-a sorry momma!" Feliciano said, bursting into tears. You sighed and got to your knees and hugged him. He stopped crying as you comforted him.
"Just don't do it again! No pasta for the week as punishment!" You said and he begged for something else as punishment. T
Hetalia- China x Reader - You're BeautifulYou hugged yourself, trying to cover up your body. You watched all of your friends playing in the ocean and having fun. You really wanted to join them, but you didn’t. You hated wearing a swimsuit around people because you thought you weren’t pretty when you wore them.
Alfred had invited you to come to a beach party he was having. You had agreed to come, only because you’d felt like it would be rude to say no. You were one of the only people not swimming or playing on the beach. You were sitting under an umbrella on a beach towel, trying your best to cover up from the others.
Suddenly, Yao walked up to you. He’d seen you not having fun like the others, so he’d decided to come talk to you since you looked lonely.
“Ni hao (Reader Name)! Why aren’t you playing in the water with the others, aru?”
Yao looked down at how you were hugging yourself, trying to cover up so he couldn’t see you. He realized what you were doing, and he
Papa!China x Little!Reader x Little!Asians RequestDisclaimer: If you spot any typo or grammatic error you can correct me in the comments.
I'll try my best to keep these canons as In-Character as possible
My Odd Family
(Name) and her three brother's where outside in the backyard. Yao had adopted (Name) a month ago and she warmed up to the others very quickly! Right now, they all live in a cottage in a big bamboo forest. Kiku was reading mangas, Leon was drawing the view in his sketchbook, Yao was making food and Im Yong Soo and (Name) was playing tag.
"(Name)! If i win you will be originated in Korea, da-ze!" Im Yong beamed at (Name) as she sat cross-legged on the grass. "Im Yong, i don't think (Name) can be originated in Korea, she must be born there too." Kiku stated matter-of-factly. "But games like tag just has one simple rule, right?" Leon said as his brown eyes focused on the view, holding his pen close to the paper. "I think Leon is right, aru! Besides it's just a childs game
China x Reader - Missing PandaChina x Reader: Missing Panda
"Kiku! Leon! Help, aru!"
The duo called rushed to the teary-eyed, frantic Chinese, confused.
"W-What is it?", Leon asked gently.
"M-My panda, aru!", Wang Yao cried, sobbing. "He's gone! I can't find him!"
"E-ermm.... Where was the last time you saw it?", Kiku asked with a frown.
"I-I think the park... Or here, aru...?", he murmured softly in response. Then he quickly shot up and ran to the park(After quickly slipping on his flats, of course) to search for his panda, leaving the two absolutely confused.
Unknown to Wang Yao, there was already someone who found his precious panda first.
"Eh? Aww~! How cute!"
Yep. It was you.
You picked up the panda plushie and hugged it with an innocent smile, obviously pleased of what you have found. Walking towards a bench and siting down gracefully, you set the panda on your lap carefully and pulled out a lollipop from your ba
Papa!China x Child!Reader - Chinese Lullabies"Kaoru! Put (f/n) to bed, aru!" your father, China yells.
"Noooooooooo! Don't leave me alone," you beg.
Just then, Japan walked into the room. "Kaoru went to go see Iceland. He left a few hours ago."
China sighed and lifted you up. "Okay, aru, I will, then."
Japan nodded and went back to work.
China carried you up to your room. He placed you onto your bed and lifted the covers so that you could crawl under. After you did, he tucked you in. He turned to leave, but your arm shot out and grabbed his sleeve.
He looked over at you. "What is it, (f/n)?"
You looked at him, fear in your eyes. "I don't like the dark."
China gazed softly at you and sat on the edge of your bed. "Do you want me to stay here, aru?"
You nodded. "Can you sing?"
He was surprised. You would usually have Hong Kong or Japan sing to you if you needed it. You hardly ever asked him to sing.
"Yeah, okay, aru."
China cleared his throat.
Daddy! France x Mommy! Reader x Baby! Canada--You woke up to the cry of your little baby, Matthew he was only two weeks old and one of the best things to happen to you, the other being your husband of three years Francis.
You turn to face your husband who was knocked out. You slowly got out of bed, drained of sleep and kissed your husband soft cheek, the crying got slightly louder, you rushed to the nursery when you got there, you dashed to the infant's side.
"Shhh, it's okay mommy's here," you said to the whimpering child while brushing his hair away from his face, trying to avoid contact with his curl. You cradled Matthew in your arms, ever so gently you began to sing his favorite lullaby:"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear,how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."
You began to hear footsteps behind you as the crying stopped. "Hmm mm mmm hmm hmm mm hmm hmmmm," you felt Francis' strong arms wrap around your waist, rocking his hips slowly to the rhyt
Papa China x Mama Reader x Child JapanPapa China x Mama Reader x Child Japan: PANDA
"AIYAA!" Yao said as his son Kiku ran passed him to the rice fields. "Okāsan (Mommy)!" You look up from your work and see Kiku your son running up to you. "Kiku, what are you doing here? I thought Mei was watching you?" "Okāsan (Mommy) I want to help you and Otōsan (Daddy) collect rice." Yao walks to you and Kiku. "Aww, Kiku you can help only if Yao says it's okay." Kiku looks to Yao with his dull brown eyes "Otōsan (Daddy), may I stay and help you and mother?" "Okay aru~, but you must wear something more suitable aru~. _____ go back home with Kiku and pick something out for him aru~." "Yes dear!" _____ responds back. You pick the small child up and walk home with him in your arms. "Kiku, what do you want to wear?" The small chil
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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