PancakeLover123

Intro ...Canada. Sleepovers with Matthew and his brother Alfred always proved themselves to be eventful. Whether or not that was a good thing, you’ve yet to decide. “Matthew, help! Your– brother– is– choking– me!” “C-C’mon now Alfred, let _____ go, it’s just a movie–” “NO! Oh god, DO NOT OPEN THAT CLOSET!” Having completely disregarded Matthew’s attempts at making Alfred let you go, the American instead chose to grab onto Matthew too, ensnaring him in his death grip in his fit of fear. Why did you accept their invitation for a sleepover again? O

Intro ...America. This was a bad, bad idea. Very bad. So bad you had half a mind to jump out a window bad. “Are you sure about this, Alfie?” you asked uneasily as your American friend pulled you along, the looming haunted house attraction in the distance growing with each step. “I don’t really think–” “Shush, _____!” Alfred exclaimed excitedly, effectively cutting you off as he turned his head to flash you a beaming smile. “I’m absolutely sure, dude! This is gonna be awesome!” You sighed. Great. Ever since some haunted house attraction had suddenly opened up out of now

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

"________________! Come on it's time for your lesson!" Your older brother Austria called making you sigh. It wasn't that you didn't want to learn how to play the piano, it was... he was so much better at it then you, and he got frustrated easily when you messed up because apparently 'you should already know how to play since he was your older brother'. You rolled your eyes at the thought of his usual rant, but you hurried up and skipped down the stairs to where Austria, or Roderich to you, was already sitting waiting on you. You sat next to him, and he motioned for you to do your normal warm up that he had taught you. Once you had finished th

“I WILL KILL YOU!” You hear someone shout from the living room. Norway runs into the kitchen to where you were preparing sugar cookies to hand out. He hides behind you just before Iceland comes into the kitchen with a highly flustered face gritting his teeth. Now you were confused. Why was Norway hiding from Iceland? “Err…what’s…going on?” You question both countries. Iceland looks at you then turns away, his face turning even redder. “He called me big brother~” Norway still crouched behind you cooed mockingly “He called you big brother? How’d you do that?” Iceland whip