Obsessed Sealand X LatviaIt's a crime, it's a crime, it's a shame, it's a crime
I'm climbing the wall, losing my mind, it's all your fault
I'm breaking the rule, don't really care if I get caught
Sealand sat on the edge of his bed, kicking his legs. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he just felt more excited than usual. A huge grin painted his face, as he awaited the clock to strike eight o'clock. At that time, his friend, Latvia, would come over for the big sleep over they had planned together. Sealand let out a little laugh, he couldn't wait for his friend to arrive.
Yes, they had planned this out for the past month. Peter really didn't have anyone else to talk to, his brothers all lived in different nations and were all older than him, leaving poor little Sealand alone by himself. He got up, and walked down into the living room of his older brother, Arhtur's home. Everything in the living room was perfect, the tv was already on, video games were on the shelf, and England actually agreed to
Greece X Reader Minutes In HeavenYou slept on the couch in Germany's living room, a cat on your head and stomach, both purring rhythmically to keep you asleep.
"Keseseseses~ The awesome me picks _______-ha to pick out of the hat next~" Prussia yelled in your ear, you scream and roll off the couch, barely missing the kittens.
"Go away you bloody rapist!" You screech, slapping the hat away.
"Just pick from the hat and I will!"
"God dammit fine!" You yell, shoving your hand into the hat. Your hand reaches something soft and furry, you pull out a pair of soft felt cat ears. Prussia and France grab you by your elbows, shoving you into the closet, where you soon gaged on the overly strong scent of Germany's beer. The door soon opened again, releasing a blast of fresh air directly before someone else is shoved in. They land directly on you.
"Bloody hell!" You squeak, the person suddenly sits up.
"Ah? ______~ is that you?"
"Greece?" You whisper.
"Oh, nya!" You giggle, blushing. You both stand and you lean back on the
Breakfast With Jim (Moriarty x reader)You leaned back into Jim Moriaty’s chest and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed you into him. It was interesting when you met him.
You were sitting in the park writing poetry. It was a common thing for you since you found the tree in the park after your few weeks in London. A shadow crossed over your notebook and you looked up to see a man. He had stubble around his face, mysteriously dark eyes, and he looked quite menacing, he had a fancy suit on.
“Hello,” he said and his Irish accent flooded through the word.
“Hi, can I help you?” You asked cautiously.
“I’ve seen you quite a lot here, I was curious to see why. As you can tell, not many people come here.”
“That’s why I like it.” You smiled.
“So what do you do in that little notebook of yours? Tell secrets?” His eyebrows rose as if you were telling him a secret.
“No, not always,