Nagasumichan

America x Reader x Country Intro This is a story that goes along with my recent fanfiction, America x Reader: Angst.                                                                   /*~*~*~*~*/ (Reader's POV) You were currently driving to the _(preferred way to travel)_, whilst ignoring the buzzing of your phone, each buzz indicating a new text message. For the past two weeks, it's always been the same routine;  particularly when it came to Al-...to him. Those calls he makes for you, left on the answering machine, or the many texts he sent you, nonstop. You ignored them all…ignored him. Especially him...what he said to you that day

America x Reader WARNING. SAD. THIS IS SAD. Part one? Author's Note: So, I don't know about you guys...but I'm the type of fan who loves to read sad endings. Whether it be 'angst, death, betrayal, or even more betrayal'...I like them. I don't know, I mean...happy endings are great and all, but...Happy endings are best when they're bittersweet... That sums it up, don't you think? I like to add a pinch or a ton of reality. But please, Enjoy. ~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~ You walked reluctantly behind the two happy couple, who was laughing, smiling, having the time of their lives

Cheating!America x Reader { It's time we part } awesome author's note; I'll be changing point of views because I can. Probably never ever going into America's point of view. Like 3rd person's point of view and narrator I guess? I think that's the same thing but oh well. • happy reading♡ • [Y/N] hummed to herself as she walked home from work. [Y/N], is a beautiful [age] year old lady with breathtaking [e/c] eyes and [length] [h/c] hair. She works as a [job title] and thank doitsu, her boss allowed her to leave early today. She can't wait to cuddle with her boyfriend of 2 years, Alfred. She always comes home late because o

Crowded streets all cleared away, one by one, Hollow heros seperate, as they run, Matthew Williams. You didn't know the man very well, only heard from Alfred that he was a quiet, shy boy who's voice never rose above a whisper. You weren't sure you wanted to know him after what he did. You didn't know what made him snap; perhaps it was a foolish country who asked him who he was? Or maybe he was mistakened for Alfred again? Whatever the case, it was clearly the Canadian's breaking point, because you witnessed him blow Arthur Kirkland's head off with his hockey stick, blood lust shining in his violet eyes. You're so cold, keep your, hand in m

                                                               There was a crooked man…                                                            …And he walked a crooked mile.                                         He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile…                               …He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.        "Out of the way!"        The crowd of students rushed to the side, slamming themselves into lockers and each other as a crazy girl with golf cart came speeding down the hallway. Oh wait, that crazy girl was you. How did you end up on a golf cart terroriz

                “Hey [Name]. I’m bored.” Your friend Alfred complained.    “Well if you’re bored how about we play a game?” You said while poking his head out of boredom as well. “That’s a good idea, but what game are we going to play?” He asked shooing your hand away from his head while you had an idea and a mischievous smirk grew on your face.    “We could play hide-and-seek in the forest behind your house.” You said with a creepy smile.    “First of all, staph doin’ that. IT’S CREEPY! Second, why can’t play in… oh. I get it. We could pla

~Matthew’s POV~ “She’s doing so much better, non?” Francis said as we watched (Y/N) making pizza with Lovino. This weekend the guys decided to meet at the Italian brothers’ house. “Yea, it’s hard to believe that it’s been nearly a year.” I say chuckling as she threw flour at Feliciano, who in turn sprinkled cheese in her hair. “We are all lucky to have her back, even if we still need to remind her of who we are every now and then.” I sighed lightly. It’s true even a year later she still didn’t have her full memory back. She was getting better though. The first

You looked down at your watch, 6:30pm. Your boyfriend should be home soon. You sighed and fiddled with the remote. Your house was always so quiet and boring without Arthur. His boss had been making him work overtime and he had been a bit grumpy lately so you tried your hardest not to tick him off. You stared up at the ceiling and puffed out your cheeks. God there is always crap on T.V on Thursday nights. You looked down at your watch again, 6:34. You let out a frustrated sigh and nibbled at your finger nails. Maybe you should do something nice for him? Like cook him a nice romantic dinner! And then afterwards you could give him a naughty t