Suck It!~(Sick!Prussia x Reader REQUEST)"Hallo? Is (Name) zhere..?"Suck It!~(Sick!Prussia x Reader REQUEST) by The-Tomato-King
"Oh, hey Luddy! Anything I can help you with today, mein German friend?"
You chuckled a bit, imitating his accent and purposely using his nickname to annoy him. His eye twitched on the other line, but he hardly noticed as he spoke again, a tone of urgency in his voice making you listen.
"(Name), listen. Mein bruder, Prussia, is ill. He von't speak to anyvone except for you, he says. Could you come over for a bit?"
Prussia sick and not talking? Even more so, not willing to talk to anyone but you..? Biting your lip, you grabbed your keys on your way out the door, the phone still pressed to your ear as you snipped curtly.
"I'll be right there."
Pulling into the brothers' driveway, you flung your bag over your shoulder and sprinted up the front steps, pounding on the door. Not a second later, Germany himself opened the door. His hair disheveled and eyes bloodshot and tired, he half-heartedly greeted you.
America x Reader. Pee StickYou leaned against the counter in your bathroom, your mind only on one thing. Pregnancy.America x Reader. Pee Stick by Skitsophraniac
You had been feeling sick for the last few days, and you've had morning sickness. So you went to the store and bought a pregnancy test, one of those little stick thingies that you always see on tv in commercials. 'Easy Reading' it says on the box, so you don't have to be a mastermind to figure out whether or not you have a baby inside of you.
Alfred was downstairs playing video games. You could faintly hear the loud gunshots of 'Call of Duty'; he liked playing games at top volume.
You had been dating Alfred for many years now, and the two of you weren't even trying for a kid! It had never been spoken of, and you knew not whether he'd be happy or angry. Though you sort of liked the idea of starting a family with the loud american man.
If you were pregnant, you were going to tell Alfred in the most romantic way! You'd invite him to dinner and tell him there. Or you'd
Canada x Reader. He's a Pretty Lady.Your nimble fingers gently tugged at the golden blonde locks of your husband's hair. His hair was soft, seeming to melt like silk with contact.Canada x Reader. He's a Pretty Lady. by Skitsophraniac
He sat crosslegged with his back to you while you sat on your knees, taking three locks of his hair and braiding them skillfully.
Your daughter was in front of him, sweeping away with a makeup brush at his cheeks, the soft bristles dusted heavily with a shockingly pink shade of blush. "Hold still daddy," she mumbled in concentration, her small hand working away to 'beautify' her father.
"Okay, okay, I'll stay still..." He said in his soft tone of voice, sounding so positively nice even in this uncomfortable situation.
You wrapped a rubber band around the end of his last braid with a smile. "Alright! I'm done!"
"So am I!" Your daughter giggled as Matthew shifted to look in the full length mirror to his left.
His cheeks were so
Request: TurkeyxReaderRequest: TurkeyxReader by Silverwing100
You walked through the Bazaar, carrying a bag of flower under your arm. You shouldered your way through the crowds. The Bazaar was always busy. You grunted as you pushed your way past a large man and you got through. You walked down the street toward your house. Constantinople was always busy. You even had to shove your way toward your house. You looked around in surprise. You mother was the neighborhoods midwife and healer. A woman has been coming to see your mother frequently because of her illness. The woman's whole family was waiting outside your door. You could hear the woman's cries from the street. You shouldered your way through and got into your house. You quickly set the bag of flower in your kitchen and you ran to help your mother.
The woman was lying on the rug in front of your mother. You sighed. Her stomach pains were hurting her again. Your mother knelt down beside her and made her drink some medicine. The woman coughed and she stopped groaning. After a while, you got a