Hetaloid x Male!Pan!Reader - Canada Pt. 1 by ChamirHatake101, literature
Literature
Hetaloid x Male!Pan!Reader - Canada Pt. 1
Gripping the coffee mug in front of you, warmth overcomes your hands. It causes you to sigh in relief as you sit at a table in IHOP, waiting on your order of French toast. You visit this amazing place as often as you can. Sometimes with your friends, and sometimes on your own. It’s a great place to have breakfast before work or to relax if you’re stressed from life. You sigh again and smile as your food is finally ready.
You don’t hesitate to begin eating once your food is in front of you. It’s delicious like always and you can’t help but take a picture to send to your small group of friends. It
CanadaxReader You'll Be In My Heart (Songfic) by VideoDreams, literature
Literature
CanadaxReader You'll Be In My Heart (Songfic)
Come stop your crying, it will be all right
Just take my hand, hold it tight
I will protect you from all around you
I will be here, don’t you cry.
“It’s not fair,” (Reader) sobbed, “It’s not fucking fair! How can they reject my application over this?”
“I don’t know,” Matthew sighed, “I don’t know how my own government could do such a thing. With our healthcare being so affordable, I don’t see why this should be a problem.”
Slinking onto the living room couch, (Reader) cried into her palms, letting the rejection letter slip to the floor. In spite of her boyf
Shut out love [Yandere! Canada x reader] by Alfredosauce50, literature
Literature
Shut out love [Yandere! Canada x reader]
Shut out love [Yandere! Canada x reader]
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It was the third time this week that you have been receiving these strange letters. Wrapped and decorated elegantly, they were graced with small stickers by what you assumed to be maple leaves. You opened them all, but you've never gotten around to reading them, or maybe you have, but you just couldn't understand it. Why would someone continue on sending you love letters? You were definitely not the one for romantic relationships and you've never met anyone whom you'd think would ever consider showering you with all of these romantic gestures.
Most importantly, w
A Hetalia X Misao CrossoverChapter 16 – Matthew
The peculiar feeling of weightlessness lasted for barely a second before you found your feet back firmly on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, your surroundings had shifted from convenience store…to principal’s office? Out of all places that the book could have had transported you to, you were back in the small room with the yellow flowers.
Why the hell am I here again?
Worst of all, you could feel your stomach sink at the horrid realization - Vladmir wasn’t human. And you and Matt had been tricked into being his henchmen. Your face paled, and the book slid from your
A Hetalia X Misao CrossoverChapter 6 – Coward
So far, you and Matt were fruitless in your search for Sakura’s parts. Other than a few blood splatters, the classrooms were relatively untouched.
About an hour had passed, and you had found nothing.
Maybe we’re missing something…Sakura’s body parts wouldn’t just be lying around. Maybe we’re supposed to trigger something…or is this all some kind of riddle?
“Wait, Matt,” you stopped him when he was just about to open another classroom, “I think we’re doing this wrong.” With a stoic expression (you wondered if his fac
A Hetalia X Misao CrossoverChapter 7 – Truce
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Matt’s voice came from the doorway, and he stepped in.
Subconsciously, you breathed a sigh of relief and sat down. At least you wouldn’t be fighting something…you hoped. You wouldn’t put it past him to attack you, but the odds were highly unlikely.
“Hey, your babysitting job is over,” you stated, “I’m not useless, and I’m here for a reason. You just got caught up by accident, so you can go hide away while I find Sakura.” Matt simply ignored you and walked towards the shelves.
A Hetalia X Misao CrossoverChapter 5 – Matt
Spluttering, you leapt back and raised your bat in warning.
The person raised his eyebrow at you but remained still. A bloodied hockey stick was clutched in his hand. It was the guy from this morning. The sun glasses were now tucked in his shirt pocket, but same annoyed look was set on his face.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, you lowered your weapon, but eyed him cautiously.
“Thanks…” you said, “I would have been killed.” He shrugged.
“Whatever,” he mumbled boredly, “Have you found the exit?”
You shook your head. His lilac eyes seemed to
Valentine's Day (Canada's Ending) by live-for-the-stars, literature
Literature
Valentine's Day (Canada's Ending)
“…Canada!”
As if being recognized was a completely bizarre scenario for him, the said Canadian jumped in his winter boots, his stance going rigid. Although your exclamation had managed to frighten the poor blonde, as soon as the cogs started working in that well-oiled machine of his, he soon broke into a gentle but affectionate smile, most likely relieved to simply have a master to the serf.
“O-oh, hello! I hope I didn’t come at a bad time...?” Canada muttered softly, his meek personality trying to bite back all the stutters in his utterance.
Shaking your head, you tried to ease the North American with a