SausageMahoney98

"Here, just wait a minute!" you called to your friend, breathless from laughter. The school day had ended just minutes ago, and you had yet to change from your gym uniform. "I'll be really quick, I promise! I've just got to take off these smelly things!" "Okay, but don't take too long _____!" your friend chuckled, leaning against the brick wall. "We don't want to be late to the movies! I like to see the commercials!" "Don't worry!" you waved and ducked into the women's' locker room, turning the corner to enter the changing area. Everyone had disappeared by now, having either gone home or ran off to do things with friends; it was a Friday, a

LOL, this was something I always wanted to write! BTW, this is crack. Just letting you know.Germany didn't know what to expect when Italy had sat him down and taken his hands with a worried expression. At first, he wondered if Italy had crashed the car, or killed the cat, or accidentally burned down the kitchen. But no; he had done much worse. “Hey Germany, please don't freak out when I tell you this, okay?” Germany had taken a deep breath and tried to make that promise. “Alright...well, since you promised.” he fiddled with his buttons for a moment before blurting it out. “Germany...I'm pregnant!” He hadn't

Oh, you loved your family to death, but sometimes you wished you really could love them to death. They were so nosy! It had been near impossible to hide your grand secret for the entire week and even though you had convinced them you weren't hiding anything, you were sure they were starting to get a bit more than suspicious. "Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell us _____?" your father-in-law Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "You've been acting strange lately..." you laughed a little too loudly, drying off the freshly cleaned plate that Francis, your other father-in-law, had just handed you. "Of course there's nothing I

Have I mentioned how obsessed I am with this pairing? Why can't I find a girl like Germany? *stares longingly into distance and whispers softly* My senpai..."Y-you're sure you know what you're doing?" Italy asked for the umpteenth time, fidgeting nervously on the kitchen counter. "You don't have to—" "Italy, I already told you that I'll do it! Now, just hold still and stop whining!" Germany snapped, already frustrated as she held the tip of her sewing needle above the bright flame of a candle. "I've done it to myself, and I've done it for my brother! He's fine, right?" "Well, yeah, but...this looks like it hurts!" "Of course it's going

A Sweden X...Smelly Reader for Shabby-Shoo..."W-wait...Su-Su-san..." you gasped, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away. "Please...wait...before y-you continue..." a deep blush crept over your cheeks as you stared into his derpy eyes. "I must ask you something..." "Ask away..._____..." he whispered, leaning back and allowing you to catch your breath. You sniffled, wiping your eyes before you gazed back into his face. "_____?" "Do you think...do you think..." "Yes, _____?" "Do you think I...do you think I smell?!" you blurted out, covering your mouth as soon as it was said. Sweden blinked once, and then twice, and then nodded

A 2p! England story requested by the amazing myksz! "I can't believe it..." you whispered, trying hard to bite back the tears that were welling quickly in your eyes. "How could this have happened?" Plop. Plop. Plop. Tears dripped from the tip of your nose and onto the piece of paper that was clutched in your hands, bearing the header of "quarterly report card". When you had received said document a few minutes ago, you had expected nothing short of perfection; after all, you were a top student and a hard worker! But instead of blissful preeminence, a big, fat F stuck out like a sore thumb at the bottom of the list. You had failed a class! Y

This is a thank-you for VanillaIdeal, because she drew me the most amazing picture! So, in return, here's some Liechtenstein and Belarus fluff/yuri. Hope you like!~ "How is it?" Natasha asked, leaning in close and watching me eat my pretzel carefully, almost as if she were stalking me. "I got you a cinnamon one. I remembered that you like sweet things." "Oh! Um, yes, it's very good, thank you." I squeaked, a bit intimidated. "I can really...taste the cinnamon." I took a sip of my lemonade to avoid saying anything else. "That's good. I'm glad that you like it." she muttered. Natasha drummed her fingers on the surface of the table, almost as if

ER...MA...GHERD. You would not believe how many times I re-wrote this. GAH! Anyways, this was a request for dasmartgirl! She asked for something with England, as well as a vacation and fluff. And, sorry, I had to work in the F.A.C.E. Family!~ You had never been camping before, but after spending the day romping in the mud, fishing, swimming, and trying/failing to set up a tent, you couldn't have thought of something you'd rather be doing. Besides, it was so much more fun since you had your best friends there; Alfred, Arthur, and Francis were seated around the campfire you had managed to start, eating s'mores and telling “spooky” s

Hello everyone! Thanks for clicking on this!~ It means quite a bit to me! This is the second request for my Reader x Country giveaway, and it comes from the amazing mompeach101! She wanted something  gruesome  yet  romantic , with a healthy dash of insanity...also known as   2p! Italy!~ I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do! All your friends couldn't understand why you liked him, and they certainly didn't hesitate to tell you so..every single day. “He's so weird! I mean, who carries a pocket knife around all the time? He seems dangerous!” “You know he's a player, right? I hear that he goes through nearly fifteen gir

 Louise was always a mess during a certain week of the month. Of course, because of this, she made sure to lock herself up in her room during this time, on behalf of her fellow nations' mental health. She didn't know why, but she had a hunch that seeing her like this would somehow start an international issue of some sort. So it was best for everyone if she just disappeared for these dreaded seven days. But someone, it seemed, decided for some reason or another, that they would come keep her company, against all of his colleagues' and friends' advice. This person, was of course, North Italy, who was at this moment standing by her bedroom doo