EnglandxReader: Mittens “Achoo!”
“(Name), are you alright? Is it too cold outside?” the British man asked.
“Y-yeah,” she replied nasally, hugging her body as they continued to walk back to their homes.
“I told you, didn’t I? A thin jacket like that won’t do. You need a thicker one.”
“It’s not my arms or body that’s the problem, Arthur. My hands are really cold, that’s all.” She blew on them with hot breath.
Arthur look at her hands, looked at his mitten-covered hands, then back ahead of them. “Is that so?” He thought for a second and an idea came. “Here, give me your right hand.”
Curiously, she did so as Arthur removed his right mitten and put it on hers, receiving a smile from (Name). “Thanks, Arthur that helps a bit.”
“Wait, your left hand is still cold, isn’t it?” He clasped his bare right hand with her left, lacing their fingers. “There. Does that h
CanadaxReader: Notebook Entries"Hey, Matt!"
"Huh?" Matthew was utterly confused. A girl's voice was calling his name.
"Hey, Mattie, (Name)'s calling you." Alfred nudged his brother with a smirk.
He turned his head and saw that the girl waving at him excitingly. When (Name) saw that she has his attention, she patted the empty space across from her. Alfred pushed Matthew towards her.
Matthew sat nervously across from her, setting down his lunch on the table. "Y-you were talking to me… right?"
"Of course I was! Your name is Matthew. It's alright if I use Matt for short?"
He wasn't paying attention; the sound of his name being called with her voice reminded him of sweet chimes.
"W-wait, M-Matt is perfectly fine!"
(Name) smiled. "Great! Then it's Matt!"
"How do you know about me?" he asked quietly. "I mean, most people mistake me for Alfred."
"Why wouldn't I? Almost half of my classes are with you. We never really talked before, so here we are!"
The two talked about the things they liked and disli
ItalyxReader: Kissing PracticeBeing the good student she was, (Name) was doing her homework with her textbook and spiral notebook out on her desk. She didn't realize that there was a knock on the door until her mother called.
"Sweetie, Feli's here," she said. (Name) got up from her chair and opened her room's door. She saw Feliciano Vargas behind her mother, who waved at her. She wasn't expecting him to be here, but she decided not to say anything. "Dad and I are going out for a while. Take care of the house, okay?"
(Name) nodded. "Alright, bye, Mom." That meant it was only her and Feliciano in the house when they left.
When the two heard the undeniable click of the closing front door, Feli decided to speak. "Ciao, (Name)!"
"Hey, there, Feli. Not to be rude … but what are you doing here…?" she asked, letting him enter the room and sit on the edge of the bed.
"I-I'm sorry, it was a last minute decision, but…" He figeted with his fingers a little. "T-this is a little personal…"
AmericaxReader: Notebook Entries"Damn… I'm so frickin' bored!" Alfred flipped onto his back while watching TV shoes he wasn't into. Once against he groaned. "I need something to do…" Just then, an idea popped into his head as he whipped out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello?" someone on the other side answered.
"(Name)! How about we hang out?"
Alfred could hear his friend sigh. "Sorry, Al, I'd love to, but you know that I was up late and—"
"Please? I'm really bored and I need something to do! If you come here, you can sleep, okay?"
"… fine. But only 'cause your couch is really soft!"
He laughed happily. "Great! See you later then!"
The doorbell rang as Alfred sped to the door.
"Hey, (Name), right this way!" he chirped, even though she's been here before. He took her hand and led her to the couch, which he had a blanket folded on top. "As promised, you are free to sleep!"
"Thanks, Al. I'm really sorry. I know you wanted to hang out, but—"