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Warm Heart A Belarus x Child!Reader fanfic Translations via google translate. Please don't kill me for it. ~~~~~~~~~~   Natalia walked home with her head hung in despair, as she did every day after being rejected by her brother. Am I really as bad as everyone says? Sure, I'm cold towards people sometimes, but isn't everyone like that from time to time? She pondered.   The wind was chilling, but Natalia was numb to the feeling. A few tears ran down her pretty face at the thought of how few people cared about her and the hurtful opinions everyone had about her and her brother. She had a heart, unlike what some of the other countries said. Sh

"Ha ha ha! Dude, didn't I tell you what a boss I am at this game! That's, like, thirty-seven straight wins!" "Um, Alfred, that's only five..." "Pshht! Same diference." You just sigh and roll your eyes. No use arguing with him. It's only Mario Cart, anyways. He sets up a new round, then stops at the course selection screen. "Yo, [y/n], usually the rule is that whoever won the previous round gets to pick the course, but seeing as I've won all thirty-sev-" "Five." "Whatever, you know what I mean. Anyways, since you haven't won once, I'll make an exception to the rule out of the, ahem, sheer kindness in my heart." You roll your ey

Those who are heartless were the ones who cared the most. A tear dripping down your face, you sank to your knees. How many times has it been since he first cheated on you? You couldn't even keep track. But, you reasoned, this was the last time you would ever cry over him. Alfred's cheating had less effect on you each time it happened. You were almost tear-free this time. 'Oh, yeah,' You thought morbidly; he never called it cheating. He called it a mere game, made to keep the ladies entertained. "Yeah, dude! The ladies love me! I am the hero~!" Well, he wasn't going to get his cake and eat it too, you chuckled. He didn't know it, but you h

Baby Talk (Hetalia x Reader) ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ *Warning; A little bit of swearing because Romano is in this :] Other than that hope you enjoy :3 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ ~~~(Name POV)~~~ You were laid across Alfred’s sofa with your eyes shut as you listened to your friends bicker of god knows what, today you were all supposed to meet up and have fun and just hang out like friend are supposed to do but that seemed impossible with this lot. Opening your eyes you looked around the room seeing Arthur and Francis arguing as usual while Russia watched them with a chi

"Hurry up guys I'm about to have to go get him!" You ordered as you watched all the countries busily trying to put up last minute decorations. Today was your best friend's birthday and you wanted it to be completely special for him, especially since most of the other countries always either forgot he existed, or they confused him for his brother, America. You stood in the center of the room watching all the other countries helping out, even your older brother, England, who was the world's worst about forgetting Canada. "I don't know what the bloody big deal is," England mumbled as he helped France put up a birthday banner. "Lighten up Anglete

You pulled out what looked like a black tie. You wondered who it could belong to, since there wasn't an obvious sign. As far as you knew, none of the countries owned a black tie. A hand was placed on your shoulder as someone spoke. "I believe that is me chica." The coldness in their voice made you shiver as you turned, meeting a pair of deceivingly mellow brown eyes. He had darker hair and skin than his counterpart. Hair a dark chocolate brown and skin a deep bronze, he wore grey skinny jeans, with straps on his left thigh. He also wore a black vest and biker jacket, covering the tattoos that resided on his arms. You gulped a little. You gue

"Oh, hey (Name)," said Emil with a small wave of his hand. "...Hey, Emil..." you replied back, wondering how he could still be so nonchalant about everything. "Want some licorice?" he asked, taking one out of the packet and holding it out towards you. "Um, sure... Thanks!" you said unsurely but happily. Hey, licorice was nice. Your hand reached out to take the sugary treat but right when you were about to touch it he held it high above your head. You tried tiptoeing, even jumping several times to grab it, but he just kept lifting it up when you were about to touch it. Getting frustrated, you used your mouth and caught the end of the

Intro ...Romano. “Feli, don’t these tomatoes belong to Romano? I don’t think we sh–” “Nonsense, _____! I’m sure fratello won’t mind if we use his tomatoes in the pasta sauce, ve~” “Are you sure? I mean, Romano really likes tomatoes…” “I’m more than sure! Now c’mon, we need to go look for a pot to boil our pasta noodles in. I forgot where I left it… I think it’s in the basement, ve…” “The basement?” “Si! Pasta can be cooked anywhere, _____! Now come with me, our basement is dark and I don’t want to go