FaithSparkle

Canada X Sick!Reader: Always...  You were sick and weak but you went to the meeting anyway. You went to see your shy, canadian, crush, Matthew/Canada. You walked into the room to see Alfred yelling at Matthew and you walked into the middle of the conversation so you heard "-HOW COULD YOU BEAT ME?!" Alfred yelled and it looked like Matthew was trying, for the first time, to actually disapear. 'Alfred probably got beat by Matthew in hockey again...' you thought sighing and walked up to them. You pushed Alfred away and felt weak again but you tried your best to hide it. "L-leave him alone." you said looseing energy by the second and quickly sa

~Just a little warning: There's a bit of cursing, but only little words. So no need to put a large warning on it, so this one will do. Enjoy~!~ "Mattieu, you're going to have to come out from behind my leg eventually." The tall Frenchman said to his young son. "B-but Papa... I don't know who to talk with..." Replied the small child who clung to the fabric of his pants leg. The tall and handsome man sighed and kneeled in front of the small boy, putting his large hands on his small shoulders. "Mattieu, I know you're upset about your Mère moving away, but I want you to have a sibling. Please? For your papa?" He asked. The young boy wi

A/N: Came up with this after my boyfriend did this last night. He kinda reminds me of Lud sometimes and I never expected this out of him, so yeah, story was born! You were sitting home alone. It was right after a fight with your long time boyfriend, Ludwig. It's not that big of a deal, you two did fight quite a bit, but always made up, however tonight was your one year anniversary. Right now, you just wanted to be left alone. You curled yourself up into a ball on the couch as you listened to a movie. Just starting to feel sleep creep upon you, the doorbell rang. You looked at the clock. 8:30pm. Sure it wasn't that late, but you still wonder

~ Ngghh... I'm so sorry guise, my stories are getting crappy and school's just started, and my dad's gonna kill me tomorrow... Hopefully not literally. Try to enjoy this piece of crap that I call a fanfic... ~ ~Your POV~ I pounced onto Arthur, throwing my arms around him. Though as soon as I did, I heard a large crash coming from the other side of the room. I let go of Arthur, and turned around to see a teary-eyed Alfred. "A-Alfred?" I mumbled, my (e/c) eyes widening. "_-_-_... _____" he stuttered, his voice becoming mute from the tears. I looked back over to Arthur, who's face looked like he had just been slapped senseless. Well, to the

The sun was teasing your skin as you ran along side Ludwig.  Feli and Kiku weren't there, which was weird, but it seemed more peaceful.  After a while, you couldn't stand it, and turned to Lud, asking to take a break.  It felt as if you were burning. The tall German, who didn't look even a bit winded, looked down to you with his breathtaking blue eyes.  His hair was messed up from running, and his shirt complimented his muscular figure so well.  Your chest tightened in response and you instantly heated up more. and it wasn't the suns fault. Ludwig didn't reply to you, he only took his gloves off and took you into his arms, one around your w

Your grasp had always been strong. Even in sleep, when England slid his hand into yours, you would hold on to him as though your life depended on it. He could snuggle into your sleeping form and you would hug him with all your strength. When the dreams of the past, the all consuming loneliness, overtook him, England only needed to find you. Awake or otherwise, you would comfort him to the best of your ability. Your silhouette could instantly calm him, as your breathing was always strong and deep. (h/c) spilled over your face, and those brilliant (e/c) eyes were closed but active even in sleep. But your grasp wasn’t strong now. It was

You are cordially invited to the seventy-fifth annual Beilschmidt Ball You stared at the fancy invitation in your hand, making Ludwig, the one so kind enough to deliver it personally to you and only you, almost anxious enough to dance back and forth, from foot to foot in anticipation. He prompted after your long, deafening silence, “So? Vill you come?” Almost as soon as he said it, he wanted to continue to babble on, to tell you you didn’t need to come, he didn’t care if you were there, but his voice was caught in his throat just looking at you. Ludwig Beilschmidt had the biggest crush on you, and he couldn’t