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Hetalia: America x Reader fic Sweet Dreams ______________ You stared longingly at the large bed in front of you. It was so big. Depressingly so when you had to sleep in it by yourself. Alfred had to attend another World Conference, leaving you alone in his large house. You thought that you would enjoy this time, but instead, you missed him more than ever. It wasn't the same here without Alfred's smiling face and excitement. And he had only been gone for two nights! You had another two nights to go before his return. And you hated how much you missed him. "Keep the outside lights on at night... and don't forget to lock the doors!" he said an

Hetalia: America x Reader fic Hero _________ Thunder rumbled, shaking your entire house and causing you to stiffen. Stupid weather... you couldn't believe it. Why did it have to rain on Halloween night?! "So much for trick-or-treaters..." you sighed sadly, looking at the large bowl of candy on the table. Your mom and dad had left earlier for a Halloween party, so you told them that you would distribute the candy. You never cared for trick-or-treating anyway. You then looked at yourself in the mirror. You had even put on a costume for the kids. It was a witch costume that you had worn for a couple years now, but you didn't mind. You could

It was a really cold day in December, the 24th to be exact, as Alfred F. Jones looked out at the snow that was forming on the ground. He kept thinking of one person that he really wanted to see this Holiday but what with the snow and how deep it was getting, he was afraid that the man wasn't going to be able to see him. He sighed and turned away from the window so that he can look at the fire that he had started a while ago, he put his hot chocolate down to add more wood for the fire. After adding another piece of wood he turned to look at his tree that he and his lover put up together. He looked at a particular ornament that had a picture o

America was pacing around the conference room, feeling utterly bored. He checked his watch again. Somehow, he'd managed to wake up earlier than usual this morning, think he was late, and get to the meeting way ahead of schedule. He was even the first one there! At first, he had been ecstatic - he finally had something to rub in that commie's face - but after awhile, the joy had worn off, giving way to complete boredom. He checked his watch for perhaps the seventh time that minute, sighing again. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a low growl of frustration. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. His head whipped a

Arthur sighed as he walked down the hallway to the conference room. Another day, another meeting, another chunk of his life that he'll never get back. Not only did these gatherings annoy him because nothing was ever accomplished, but he also had to be trapped in the same room with Alfred. And that was torture, because it was just another chance to be reminded that the American didn't love him. He couldn't remember the exact moment that he realized that he was in love with his former charge. But he did remember thinking about how he suddenly seemed very cute, and not in the same way he was when he was a baby. In fact, Arthur would go so far

My first USUK fanfic! Please don't judge me too harshly, it's just cute and fluffy, nothing more. XD ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "America… How would you tell someone… You love them?" America looked up, confused by England's sudden question. "What are you talking about?" England sighed, exasperated. He looked like he was trying to be casual, but he actually just looked really embarrassed. "How would you tell someone you love them?" he asked again, his voice beginning to speed up. America just blinked at England, trying to keep his expression blank. He didn't exactly want

England lay awake, the lavender rubbed on his pillow making him drowsy but not helping him sleep. He never liked leaving little America alone to read at night but the latter had insisted. "I'm a big kid now, Arthur! I can read by myself!" England scoffed to himself. He's probably reading ghost stories, the little idiot, he thought with a smile. America, though terrified of ghosts, liked reading stories about them at night. England figured the little colony was trying to prove he was brave but every night he would come running into his guardian's bed. Sure enough... "Arthur?" The small timid voice of America broke the silence at the door to

Don't be too hard on me guys >.< this is my first fanfic Pairing: Alfred/Arthur, Matthew/Gilbert (mentioned) It was nearing midnight now.  The floor of the ballroom was strewn with ribbons, paper and bits of food that everyone had expertly managed to spread throughout the entire space.  The giant Christmas tree stood in the corner, looking bare without the huge pile of presents that had been below it before tonight.  The tree and the continuing music from the square outside were the only hints that this room had hosted the world not two hours ago.   Alfred took a deep breath, looking over at Matthew