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Lost Country Switzerland X Reader Pt:4
The next morning, you slept in, or rather, you stayed awake in bed for the entire night and longer. After the sun rose, you stayed in bed, curled into the tightest ball that your body could manage. You were all out of tears for your boss and your country, but that didn’t stop you from crying all through the night.
You couldn’t cry anymore. You just stared past everything, looking at nothing. You heard nothing and saw nothing; your senses were numb to the world around you. So, it was reasonable that you didn’t notice when Lilli came into your room.
Her heart ached at the sight of you in pain; she didn’t like it when anyone was sad. She knew you were all alone; you didn’t have a big brother like she did. She walked around your bed so see could see your face. You blinked slowly and looked up at the girl.
“It gets better, _______.” She told you, “I was all alone and in trouble once, but then my big bruder saved me.
Lost Country: Switzerland X Reader Pt:3
The next morning, you decided to make Switzerland and Lichtenstein breakfast to thank them for letting you stay while the meetings were going on. You had just finished making omelets with cream cheese and ham when a tired, disheveled Switzerland ran into the room with a rifle and a fire extinguisher. How did he think he was going to shoot a rifle one handed? You thought.
“_________! What are you doing?” He snapped, lowering his gun, “I thought someone had lit the house on fire!”
You grumbled, shoving a steaming omelet into his face, “I made you breakfast to thank you. Here.”
He took the plate, “I didn’t ask for a thank you.”
“Well, you got one.” You replied sharply, “I’m going to wake up Lichtenstein.” You stomped upstairs to wake the sleeping girl.
You entered her room to find her already awake, “Hey,” You said, “I made breakfast. I hope you like omelets.”
She looked up at you a
Lost Country: Switzerland X Reader Pt:2
The meeting went by in a blur and you were sure you dozed off at some point in the middle of the meeting. Everyone said their final words before rising to leave the U.N. building.
You stood and turned to Switzerland as you stretched, yawning.
“So, Mr. Switzerland, I’m staying with you?” You asked quietly.
He nodded, “Yeah. My boss said I had to.”
You looked into his eyes, his blank expression even more irritating than his attitude, “You know, that may not be the best way to make friends.”
He shrugged, and grabbed your bag, “I’m not looking for friends, so I guess it’s no big deal.”
Wow, you thought, He’s so cold, I might need a jacket. You giggled at your own thought, causing Switzerland to glare at you.
“It’s nothing.”You said brightly.
He shrugged again and looked around for his sister, calling out, “Lilli!”
“Lilli?” You aske
Lost Country: Switzerland X Reader Pt:1
Switzerland X Reader Pt:1
You were a new country, so new, in fact, that you didn’t even have a name for your country yet. The only people outside of your country that knew about you were the representatives of the other countries and their bosses.
Speaking of other countries, you were on your way to your very first U.N. meeting. You were extremely nervous to meet the other countries, afraid that they wouldn’t accept you, or worse, decide that you should be part of their country. You approached the U.N. building, adjusting your shirt so that it laid flat.
You pulled your suitcase behind you; you were staying with the representative of Switzerland because his country is where the meeting is being held. According to your boss, Switzerland was neutral territory and that the meeting was held here because some of the countries were in conflict with one another.
“Hello!” A cheery voice said from behind you. You turned around to meet eyes with a small, blonde girl weari
England x Reader Found Pt:9 (Final, I think)
You turned another page, and you felt something press up against your arm. You looked over to see what it was. It was England, who had moved over closer to you so he could read better.
Blushing, you tried to ignore the sudden closeness as you continued to read. There was only one chapter left to finish. Page after page after page, words flew from the pages into your mind, adding the final pieces of the plot’s puzzle in your brain. After you read the final words, you felt something rest on your shoulder.
You turned your head slowly and looked; it was England again. You turned back you the book, snapped it shut, and stood quickly, causing the English man to fall sideways. Trying to suppress the further growth of the roses on your cheeks, you began talking quickly and loudly.
“Oh wow! That was some story, wasn’t it, England?” You grinned a little too wide,
“Yes, Yes, I t
England x Reader Found Pt:8
It snowed the next day, so you and England were trapped at home for the day. You didn’t mind, England had gotten you more than just one book, despite your protests.
You were lying with your head off of the edge of your bed, arms extended out in front of you so you could read. England walked past your open door, but backed up and stood inside the doorframe. He watched you read, grinning. You put the book on the bed, but continued to lie as were, looking at him.
“Why are you reading upside-down?” He asked.
“Why not?” You responded.
He walked over next to you, sat on the floor, and leaned his back against the bed. He looked at you and grinned.
“Isn’t the blood rushing to that pretty face of yours, love?” He teased.
It was now. You hoped he couldn’t see your blush.
“Maybe. Who knows?” You said quietly.
“Wouldn’t you know?” He asked.
England x Reader Found Pt:7
England x Reader Pt. 7
You sat down at the table next to England, who was reading the paper. He looked up at you and smiled, then continued to read. You rested your head on your arms, listening to the whrrring of the microwave in the kitchen.
“Pancakes again, love?” England asked you.
You nodded. Two weeks had passed since England’s success with breakfast, and you both had barely dented the surplus of pancakes in the fridge. A loud beep sounded, and you went to retrieve your breakfast from the kitchen.
Both of you were silent through breakfast. You washed your plate, and sat back down at the table, staring at your friend.
“What are you reading?” You asked.
“Oh, it seems that Russia jumped out of an airplane without a parachute once again.” He replied.
“Again?” You said quietly.
He nodded, “He’s uninjured this time. Last time, he broke his back.”
“Mm-hm…” You said, havi
England x Reader Found Pt:6
It had been almost a week since you first arrived at England's house, and you had started to become comfortable living in your surroundings. Everything was going quite well, and you enjoyed every day greatly. In fact, aside from a few awkward and uncomfortable encounters with a freshly showered, shirtless England, you were extremely happy and at home.
You awoke from your sleep, stretching, like you usually did every day. You brushed your teeth and hair, and you were about to change out of your pajamas when you smelled smoke.
Your mind shrieked, fire, the house is on fire! You scrambled out of your room, calling out for England. You slid into the kitchen; that's when you saw him.
He appeared to be making…pancakes? Ashy and blackened remains of his previous attempts at making breakfast were heaped in the trashcan next to him. His current attempt, that was the source of the smoke; Luckily, England hadn't heard you callin
England x Reader Found Pt:5
England x Reader Found Pt:5
The taxi pulled up in front of a pretty, two story brick home. You looked up at its large windows and out at its frosty yard. You looked over at England and tilted your head in question. He nodded.
You unbuckled your seatbelt and opened your door as the Englishman did the same. You both gathered your bags, England paid the driver, and you approached the front walk of the house. England hurried ahead of you and stood at the glass front door.
Murmuring as he fumbled with his bags, he tried to retrieve his key out of his coat pocket. Your breath misted the air as you tried to not laugh at his frustrated expression. He finally withdrew his hand from his pocket, key in his fingers; unfortunately, he had failed in his attempt to hold his bags at the same time. You bent down, and tossed his bag on top of yours, carrying them in a pile. He nodded his thanks and opened the front doors, stepping aside to let
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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