A Picture Worth Three Words [Hong Kong x Reader] by Cross-Angel-Chan, literature
Literature
A Picture Worth Three Words [Hong Kong x Reader]
[Hong Kong x Reader]
~Reader's POV~
Grasping one of your favorite pencils, you drew the image as it looked in your mind's eye.
Dark brown hair...creamy chocolate eyes...
"What are you drawing [Name]?"
Jumping from surprise, you looked up to see your friend Hong Kong.
"Eep!" you quickly covered your drawing with your arms. "H-Hey L-Leon...what's up?"
He blinked, obviously confused. "What were you drawing [Name]?•
"A-Ah...that I see...uh well...it's nothing of importance really...just some...random scribbles," you lied nervously, hoping he couldn't tell that you weren't being entirely truthful.
The way his eyebrow raised slightly
Lost Puppy [FinlandxReader] by Cross-Angel-Chan, literature
Literature
Lost Puppy [FinlandxReader]
~Reader's POV~
You were absolutely and hopelessly stuck.
What were you to do?
You had no idea.
Should you go out into the rain to rescue the puppy or wait until the weather gets better?
You had no idea.
Feeling absolutely pathetic, you groaned and threw a pillow at the wall. Go or stay? Come on just choose!
Hoping you wouldn't regret your decision later, you grabbed the warmest looking coat and put it on. You slipped your cell phone in your pocket in case you got stuck and needed someone to get you.
"I can do this!" you whispered to yourself and marched out the door with the hood of your jacket over your head. "Toffee! Where are you
Flowers and Love [Italy x Reader] by Cross-Angel-Chan, literature
Literature
Flowers and Love [Italy x Reader]
It had been a busy day for you today, and the whole school and learning business? It wasn’t exactly the best thing that ever happened to you. Taking some time to store some books and personal items into your locker, you were greeted with the beautiful scenery outside. The wind brushed through the trees and the flowers glowed bright and brilliant colors of all shade and tints.
You were also a bit worried, despite it being such a wonderful and lovely day today. A close friend of yours was not in any of his classes today. Your happy-go-lucky Italian friend usually never missed school, and you were just a little bit desperate to
Holding Hands [Denmark x Tsundere!Reader] by Cross-Angel-Chan, literature
Literature
Holding Hands [Denmark x Tsundere!Reader]
Why had you even agreed to this in the first place?
The question hung above you like a dark cloud as you leaned against a lamp post, dreading what was about to come. Besides- the idiot was already 5 minutes late. Not that you were keeping track or anything like that.
Sighing heavily, you looked around at the people around you. It was a happy atmosphere induced place; filled with laughing children, passing workers, and…lovey-dovey couples. The last one made you bite the inside of your cheek a little and pray that you weren’t going to get yourself into a mess.
“[Name]!”
Your head shot up as
Happy Birthday? [France x Tsundere!Reader] by Cross-Angel-Chan, literature
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Happy Birthday? [France x Tsundere!Reader]
The day was usual like any other. You went about your daily duties as a waitress at your local café, taking orders and trying to just get done with your job. Truth be told, having to wear a smile to work every day and acting like you wanted to be here wasn’t something that fit your personality very well. The main reason was really because of your friend that had begged you to work alongside her, and you did feel a bit guilty if you rejected her plea.
After retrieving one of your customer’s order, you set it down in front of them with a dull tone. Turning to see your friend with a look of absolute excitement you c
Bittersweet [Teacher!Austria x Student!Reader] by Cross-Angel-Chan, literature
Literature
Bittersweet [Teacher!Austria x Student!Reader]
Why? Why did something like this have to happen…especially now? You weren’t looking forward to giving the message…not at all.
Your teacher’s house was still the same- tidy, polished, and mysterious; much like the man himself was. The feeling of peaceful serenity always made it a homely haven for you as you sighed softly, wishing yourself to be mature about this situation…and hoping all would go well.
“G-Good afternoon Mr. Edelstein!” you immediately bowed slightly, already feeling the nervousness swirling around the pit of your stomach.
He looks over at you and gives a small
Playing Hard To Get [Scotland x Tsundere!Reader] by Cross-Angel-Chan, literature
Literature
Playing Hard To Get [Scotland x Tsundere!Reader]
You were different.
It was something he noticed a long time ago, that sparked his immediate interest and caused his mind to recently always wander…to you. He wondered why that was so. Was it because you didn’t follow the usual patterns of the girls in this school and fawn over him every day, hour, and minute? Probably.
The object of his thoughts was currently sitting a few desks away, perched near a window. The sun caught her [HairColor] locks and set a glowing sheen over them, as if she acquired a halo. She certainly was similar to an angel- perhaps not in personality since she spat out the foulest of insults so
Drunken Confession [Drunk!Prussia x Reader] by Cross-Angel-Chan, literature
Literature
Drunken Confession [Drunk!Prussia x Reader]
You were studying for that dreaded test that everyone in your Mathematics class was worried about. It was supposed to be very difficult, and you decided that it was mandatory for you to at least brush up on some lessons that you were worried about.
Since when did math start including the alphabet too?
Resisting the urge to pull your hair out in frustration, you took a deep breath and absentmindedly glanced at the digital clock sitting to the side next to you. The numbers 9:45 PM glared back at you, as if taunting you with the gloomy fact that you may have to pull an all-nighter.
Your cell phone began ringing just as you
Together [DragonRider!IcelandxDragonRider!Reader] by Cross-Angel-Chan, literature
Literature
Together [DragonRider!IcelandxDragonRider!Reader]
This competition meant so much to you, it becoming something your mind was constantly dwelling upon. The bubbling excitement of the crowd was so contagious it put you and your dragon on edge, your palms feeling clammy as you gripped the leather gloves you had on even tighter.
The commentator standing on the raised pedestal seemed to be announcing something of great importance which immediately caused cheers and roars among the spectators. Yet all that sound became just a dull throb of background noise that you automatically tuned out involuntarily.
When the command is given for all riders to mount their dragons, you clamber o