Killjoy2467

YAY FOR MOLDOVA! HE BECOME OFFICIAL! So this a entry for #Readertalia (https://www.deviantart.com/readertalia) contest. I decided to do Moldova because, well...the rules did say to write a fanfic about countries that need more love, and since Moldova just become official, someone oft to start writing about him....Though, I'm not sure if Romania approves of this.... And since Moldova is psychically a child, will do a child!reader....So we won't disappoint Romania...Since Moldova is not at that time yet...Also, I have no idea what is Moldova's psychical old is. And since he hasn't been given a human name yet, I'll make one up! Here is a link to his profile: http://hetalia.kitaw

It was not easy being childhood friends with Mikoshiba Momotarou. He was loud, way too energetic for his own good, easily bored, and fawned over any female in a ten-mile radius. The worst part was that he insisted on bringing you along to what he called “chick-pick sessions”. Ever since you could remember, the two of you were close. You tried to be the good one in the partnership, waking him up on school days and trying to keep him in line in public the best you could. You were perfectly fine with being around him and continuing on like that, even if he kept pulling you along to random cafes every time he saw a pretty face and k

Here is the truth about Oikawa Tooru. (Y/n) and Oikawa had been friends ever since their mothers introduced them to each other when (Y/n)'s family first moved to the little hilled neighborhood at seven years old and arranged a playdate between the two of them. Although they were both hesitant with each other at first, they soon opened up enough to start playing a few games together, and from that point on, they practically grew up together, seeing as their houses were literally right next to each others. Oikawa was always a very shy kid. He was pretty quiet and reserved and he only had one other friend, a boy of the same age named Iwaizumi.

~Dancing bears, painted wings Things I almost remember And a song someone sings Once upon a December Someone holds me safe and warm Horses prance through a silver storm Figures dancing gracefully Across my memory~ You remembered fond memories as you flipped through a scrapbook you made years ago. You found a page of photographs of you and the Nordic Five. You were wearing a light blue and white dress that looked like it was sprinkled with snow. Norway was wearing a dark blue suit and a white tie. He had an arm wrapped around your waist and a small smile. That night was a vivid memory in your mind ~Flashback~ “We get to go there in

  The sound of a door creaking open resonated within the walls of the large house, followed by the sound of rustling clothes and a sigh. "I'm home," Ludwig called out gruffly, not even bothering to take off his jacket—instead, he just settled for unbuttoning it, before making his way to his room and collapsing onto his waiting bed.  Ears perking as you heard Ludwig return home, you abandoned your task at hand, which had been folding his clothes, and approached his bedroom.  You had been Ludwig's house maid for a while now; after having been short of money, all thanks to your father, you had started to search for a job. For months yo

Warning: violence and swearing in this chapter. Can’t handle, don’t read. (F/N) = First Name (L/N) = Last Name (Y/n) = Your name (H/c) = Hair color (B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny) ~~~~~ (Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard. Father was home. (Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he calle