I'm Cassandra. I write Reader Inserts for Axis Powers Hetalia and the occasional fictional story.
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IndiaxChild!Reader - Tidal Wave"Big Brother! Big Brother!" Came the cry of a tiny island nation, [country name]. To India, she was just [name], his little sister.IndiaxChild!Reader - Tidal Wave by Musicofmidnight
"Yes, my dearest?" He asked, kneeling down to her level.
"When's lunch?" She asked. "I'm hungry!" He sighed.
"You're always hungry, aren't you?" He asked tenderly. "Did England give you some of his food again?"
"No! Ewww!" She made a face of disgust. He laughed. "Uncle Scotty makes better food then Iggy!" She was fond of Scotland too, for some reason. He always smoked, which bothered England to no end.
"Let's go get you something to eat, okay?"
"Yes big brother!"
A few months later, India sat in his room, flipping through the channels lazily. [Name] hadn't talked to him in a while, causing him to worry. Was her nation in danger? She hadn't called for assistance. Her capital was also her only island's port. A sudden news report flashed upon the screen.
"We interrupt this program to give you the latest news! A tsunami has destroyed the island nation of [
Pirate!Devil!AmericaxReader - In All My Dreams"Hello? Is anyone there?" Came a soft voice in the darkness. A pale blue light shone onto the speaker, a girl just of age, wearing a antique white sleeping gown and holding a gilded lantern. She looked around, apparently lost before her eyes fell upon a shadowy figure, sitting just across from her. Something was forced out of her throat, a song she never sang before but she managed to get it in perfect pitch. The figure sung along with her, as he was seducing her or lulling her to sleep.Pirate!Devil!AmericaxReader - In All My Dreams by Musicofmidnight
The ship, it swayed
Heave-ho, heave ho
On the dark and stormy blue
And I held tight to the captain’s might
As he pulled up his trews
‘You haven’t slept’
Heave-ho, he said
‘In many suns and moons’
‘Oh, I will sleep when we reach shore
And pray we get there soon’
He stood up, walking towards her. Gaining a better view of him, she noted the inky black hair with a singular cowlick sticking out. A pair of ram-like horns stuck out from the side of his h
Police!GermanyxChild!Winged!Reader - Silver BellsThe German sat quietly at the station, reading a book to pass the time. The night was silent, too silent for his tastes. However, his brother was out doing a job involving some drug den and wouldn't be back for a while. So much for having someone to talk to.Police!GermanyxChild!Winged!Reader - Silver Bells by Musicofmidnight
"Ludwig." His head glanced up to meet Lanzo, a cousin of his brother who looked quite similar to Gilbert. Except he had long shaggy white hair. Pulling it back to a ponytail, he put on the police cap. "We got a job."
"What is it?"
"Science experiment. Illegal labs." He said simply. "Let's go." Ludwig raised an eyebrow as he put away his book. Illegal labs were always interesting to bust, seeing as the people who ran them were high on some kind of chemical and easy to subdue. The words 'science experiment', however, brought a new interest to mind. Following Lanzo out the door, he wondered what he was going to getting into.
By the time they arrived, it appeared as if every police officer within a three-mile radius. Even Roderich,
Fem!RomanoxMale!Reader - The Girl from Italy[Male Name] sat underneath the palm tree, looking out across the beach and playing his guitar lazily. His eyes were focused upon the beach goers, although none caught his attention. Although his look didn't say much, he was the son of a rich Italian businessman, Northern to be precise. None of the girls that approached him interested him, so he was going a bit local to find his bride. He was taking a break from his searching for a good day of lounging around.Fem!RomanoxMale!Reader - The Girl from Italy by Musicofmidnight
Until he saw her.
A beautiful girl strode by him, and all time seemed to stop. Long dark brown hair with a curl sticking out from the side and wearing a simple striped sun-dress, he felt his jaw drop. He quickly strummed up a chord and began to sing, hoping to gain her attention.
Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Italy goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah
When she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah
CIRL 2P!ItalyxReader"What the hell," you muttered, sitting in the midst of what looked like an explosion of screws, bolts, and bits of wood. That's right, my friend, you had just bought an IKEA desk earlier today against your better judgment and were now working on putting it together.CIRL 2P!ItalyxReader by bluerose269
And failing miserably.
"How the heck does screw A4 fit into hole H6?!" you shrieked, about to throw the pieces into the wall. You were quite surprised that you hadn't ripped the diagrams and instructions into millions of pieces by now.
"Whoever designed these shitty things must have been a sadist," you determined, glaring darkly at the paper that was supposed to be helping you. You held it in your hands and turned it every which way, but no matter what you did, the pictures never made sense.
"WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME YOUR SECRETS?!?!?!"
"Maybe because it's a piece of paper, bella." With a squeak-shriek, you twisted and fell into the massive piles of useless desk parts. A chuckle made its way to your ears as you sat up to look
Gift: The Language of Flowers: England x ReaderGIFT: ENGLAND X READER: THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERSGift: The Language of Flowers: England x Reader by AkaruiTenshi
(Name) slung her bag over her shoulder and hauled her three text books into her arms. The driver slammed the trunk doors of the shuttle closed and drove away, leaving behind a cloud of dust. She was unable to move out of the way in time. Coughing and sputtering, (Name) nearly dragged herself up to her dorm room. Never before had she hated those two flights of stairs so much nor had she ever been so tired. Taking three tests in a row was exhausting.
During the first exam, she was energized after having drunk almost four cups of coffee before class. Caffeine, after all, was your best friend after a whole night of studying. However, its effects began to wear off halfway through test number two. By the third examination, her energy had crashed. The letters on the paper were dancing and she was nodding off to the silent beat of sleep. Later on, she'd stumbled onto the shuttle and fallen asleep in her seat. The driver had to wake her up
Papa!France x Child!Reader - French LullabiesYou walked silently toward the double doors that led to your father's room. You didn't know how he would react if you woke him up. He always hated being woken up, saying that he needed his 'beauty sleep.' You paused, extended your arm towards the doorknob, and contemplated what would happen if you went in there. He would either let you in and help you get back to sleep or send you back to your room. You could only hope for the first option.Papa!France x Child!Reader - French Lullabies by Resistance33
You knocked quietly on the door and slowly opened it. "Papa?" you called out quietly.
"Hmmm?" came the sleepy voice of your father, France. "Qui a-t'-il, ma petite fleur?"1
"Je ne peux pas dormir,"2 you responded softly.
He sat up from under the thick red comforter covering his bed and beckoned you over with a tired voice.
"Pourquoi es-tu toujours debout?"3 he asked, stifling a yawn.
"Je ne sais pas. Je ne suis pas fatigué, je suppose."4
"Vraiment? Comment puis-je t'aider à dormir, alors ?"5
"Est-ce que tu pourrais me chanter une berceuse, s'