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