Karen-dog

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

 "Gilbert, why won't you clean up after yourself?!" No matter where Gilbert went, Roderich was right behind him yelling. Gilbert was getting over a cold and had a massive headache.  The Austrian's words were making his head throb, and all Gilbert wanted was to tell him to shut up. The only reason he didn't was because Roderich didn't know he was sick. Gilbert had hid it so successfully and he didn't want to ruin that now. "Honestly, is it that hard to pick up your dirty clothes?!" Roderich held up an armful of Gilbert's laundry to make his point. First Gilbert left his dirty clothes on the bed, in the bathroom, and on the floor, and now h

WARNING: Swearing. In English, and what I hope (from Google Translate) is Italian. (If someone familiar at all with the profanity of the language wanted to confirm that for me I’d be forever grateful, because I trust Google Translate with that task as much as I would trust a drunk Prussia to hold my newborn child.) Anyway, it’s Romano, so if you don’t like swears, GTFO. Now. See? I swear, Reader-chan swears, Romano swears, we all swear. It’s healthy. ~ “Why can’t I meet your brother, Lovino?” you asked the grumpy man, slinging an arm around his shoulders as he sat on the couch. He blushed a little,

It was a beautiful morning today. [Name] was sprawled out on her bed, thinking about how she should get out of bed. She was still in her pajamas, which consisted of a baggy t-shirt and bottoms. But she was quite tired, so she decided against it. In fact, she was trying to drift back into dream land, maybe getting another hour or two of rest. However, her boyfriend Lovino wasn’t having any of that. He strolled right into his girlfriend’s room, pausing to look at her sleeping state. He let out an annoyed sigh before making his way to her window, flinging the curtains open so the sun would shine down on her face. “Wake up rag

 WARNING: I do curse in this story, like a lot.  And my apologies for people who don’t approve of stuff like that, I’m trying to stop, but it’s like a drug and it’s addicting.  That probably makes no sense, but again: Sorry for people who don’t like cursing. You followed Romano out of the conference room after the pointless World Meeting crap was over.  All those countries just fought over land and other countries, causing more tension and useless arguments.  Today was especially painful, because they were fighting over you.  It was quite awkward. “Damn potato loving bastardo.  Why can’t-a he just l

"Now everyone go into a closet with your given partner, and you have as long as you want to fill with 'What would you do if?' questions! The first people to leave their closet will have a consequence to fill though!" America beamed, his cheeks red from being tipsy. You shuddered. What was with this thrown together and terribly boring sounding game? It was obvious the American and many others in the room were drunk. It was his birthday, but still. Why the hell did you even come to this party? You sighed, glancing over at your given partner; a very pissed off Romano, who was rosy-cheeked himself. That was why. When you had heard that the Ita

You tossed your school bag on the floor and collapsed on your bed. “Thank God it’s Friday!”  You cheered as you reached under your bed and pulled out a chocolate bar from your ‘secret stash’. As you chomped down on your delicious treat, your cell phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out and smirked, it was your long-time friend Antonio. “Hey Toni," you answered, mouth full of chocolate. “Hello _________! What is my good friend doing today?” “Lying on her bed getting fat on chocolate. You?” “Well, I have a little teeny tiny favour to ask of you _________!” Anton