America x Chubby! Reader: FINAL CHAPTER by dreamdelameme, literature
Literature
America x Chubby! Reader: FINAL CHAPTER
America x Chubby! Reader: FINAL CHAPTER
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Alfred, to be frank, looked like complete and utter hell. His square-framed glasses were askew on his face, as if someone had ‘bopped’ him in the nose, and he just hadn’t bothered to move them back sense. Behind the frames, his blue eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn’t slept in a year. His hair was greasy and disheveled, and some stubble had grown on his face. He didn’t smell awful, or anything, but clearly-- Alfred hadn’t been taking care of himself. When you had first opened the door, his brows were knitted
APH America X Reader: Yearning and Unyeilding by 12bfeygirl42, literature
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APH America X Reader: Yearning and Unyeilding
Sometimes he couldn’t help but stare.
In awe.
In relief.
In guilt.
In longing.
In desperation.
This was not the life he had pictured for the two of you.
The first steps had been tentative, gentle, easy.
Sunflower petals and handwritten poems left on bicycle seats.
Fireflies and firecrackers under starlit skies.
Rowboating and jumping barefoot in muddy puddles.
Falling in love had been soft and smooth, a gentle hug that lead to intertwining pinkies, butterfly kisses, nights curled together in blanket forts as you discussed politics and religion and your places in the universe.
It only had made sense that you moved in together
' 21 guns ' America x Reader by xXJhazzyXx, literature
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' 21 guns ' America x Reader
Do you know what's worth fighting for
When it's not worth dying for?
" When will you be back? "
" I don't know babe "
you stop helping him packing for a moment, looking at him.
"Just.... nevermind"
shoving the rest of his things on his bag, avoiding eye contact you left the room.
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
blinking some of the tears away you shut the bathroom door behind you,
slapping your hand on your mouth, controlling your sobs
shutting your eyes.
You don't want him to go.
He is a country so
'We meet again' America x Reader by xXJhazzyXx, literature
Literature
'We meet again' America x Reader
' Hey, what do you think of the sky tonight? '
Alfred always remember the first sentence you told him, It was during the American revolutionary war, the battle against America and England
He never, he never really look up to see the sky that much.
Not until he met you in the middle of that tragic war, at least it's tragic for you. You never know he was a country, you never know he was immortal, to you, he was just an ordinary person, ordinary people that can grow old then die.
And he like that, for the first time in his life he feel, normal, like he was just a human.
/ "Hey, what do you think of the sky tonight?"
It was one of those ra
Monsters (Hitman!Jones x Reader) by lazycatwriter, literature
Literature
Monsters (Hitman!Jones x Reader)
Monsters
a Beyond the Crosshair bonus story
Hitman!Jones x Reader
Alfred could only vaguely recall those two people, those two who loved him unconditionally. His parents. Was he closer to his mother or his father? Who did he resemble the most? Did they spoil him rotten?
He didn't remember much about either of them, even his imagination couldn't fathom what relationship he had with his mom and dad. What he did remember was that night. From the fear of those things that creaked in the dead of the night, to the sight of seeing a man struggle for his life after Alfred pulled the trigger—everything was burned into memory.
After the mob t
Beyond the Crosshair(Hitman!Jones x Reader)Preview by lazycatwriter, literature
Literature
Beyond the Crosshair(Hitman!Jones x Reader)Preview
THIS STORY IS NOW COMPLETE.
Scroll down and select Part 1: The Target, if you want to read :D
Synopsis: After witnessing the horrible shooting of a high official from the underground, you are marked for death with your head prized at 10 million dollars. Contract killers from different corners of the globe fly to New York to claim their prize, one of which just happens to be the former charge of your neighbor...
Disclaimer:
Hitman!Jones belongs to ask-hitman-jones.tumblr.com/
I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters.
All rights go to their respective owners.
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Despite how the hands in my watch told me it was already 12:07