Current Residence: Spokane Washington
Favourite genre of music: Variable
Favourite photographer: I have thought about it
Favourite style of art: Surrealism
Operating System: Whatever works
MP3 player of choice: Whatever works
Shell of choice: The ones on the beach
Wallpaper of choice: My own
Skin of choice: Haven't thought about it
Favourite cartoon character: Starscream
Personal Quote: I strange and weird, I'm a artist, I can get away with it!
Norway X Reader (Denmark's Twin Sister)
"Storebror (big brother)!" You sighed as you came into your house to find your older brother, Denmark, once again passed out on the couch from a wild day out on the town.
"Hm... oh... ________...Jeg elsker dig (I love you) ?" he said laughing awkwardly like he knew he was in trouble.
"Why do you always do this?" you asked shutting the door behind you and putting your bag down before walking over to check on him.
"Because..." he said looking down and shrugging. "Don't be mad lillesøster (little sister)? Please?"
You sighed before brushing some hair out of his face, yes, it was true that Denmark could drive you crazy sometimes. And it was also true that he would end up putting you into an early grave from worrying about him so much, but he was your whole world, so staying mad at him seemed to be impossible.
"I'm not mad," you said pulling him
SwedenXReader Happy Birthday Sweden!
Sweden turned his head to see Finland running towards him, and then running into his back. He looked down at the shorter man and into his bright violet eyes.
"Yes?" Sweden asked. His deep voice not really cold, but not the friendliest either.
"I wanted to say Happy Birthday, Sweden!" Finland looked up at his tall companion with a bright smile.
Ah, that's right. June 6th, Sweden's Birthday. "Ja, thanks." Sweden spoke.
"Anytime!" Finland chirped. "So, are you and (Name) doing something special tonight?"
The sound of her name made his heart skip a beat. Sweden had been dating the girl of his dreams for three years now, and they had been the greatest three years of his life. He loved how perfect she was. Her perfect (e/c) eyes always shined when he was with her, her (h/c) hair was always clean and soft. Whenever he was around her, a smile always graced his face.
"Actually, Fin. Can you do something for me?" Sweden asked the shorter male.
"Hm? Sure. What is it?" Finland inquired
So...Very...Awkward...| Iceland X Reader
It was a calm day in the Nordic household...like every other day in the Nordic household! Until...
"AH! Mr. Sweden, why didn't you tell me your sister was coming today!?" Finland said as he rushed around the kitchen to clean everything up from breakfast.
"I didn' think it was necessary..." (A/N: I can't do Mr. Sweden's accent, so it's better to not do it at all, than fail it! ^^) Sweden said as he washed the dishes.
"Did I unintentionally hear something worth hearing just right about now?!" The one and only Denmark exclaimed as he waltzed into the kitchen.
Norway came walking in not long after and grabbed the Dane by his tie, "You know what else is worth hearing? Something other than your intentionally loud and annoying mouth."
"Cheap shot, Norway." said Iceland as he, too, came into the kitchen, without Mr. Puffin, surprisingly...he went somewhere...nobody knows, though. "I heard that your sister's coming today, Sweden...that true?"
The Swede turned off the water af
:.DenmarkxReader: The Oblivious Jackass.:There was something about this man that you could not get your mind off of him. Maybe it was his hair that seemed to defy gravity in everyway, or maybe it was his badass, yet arrogant attitude. You simply didn't care what the reason was, but the reason why. He was a jerk to everyone, even to his own "siblings". He was oblivious to every situation. and he never even paid attention to you. Your heart burned with both anger and passion everytime his name or face crossed your mind. You tried many a times to move on with your life, but you failed miserably. Yes, there was no denying that you were in love with Mathias Kohler.
It all started a little over a year ago, when you attended your first World Conferance. Since you were a particulary small nation, you didn't exactly hop into every conversation that was happening. It was there that you laid eyes on the Dane. His short, yet wild blonde hair and striking blue eyes stuck out to you the most. He wore a pair of simple black dress pants and
That One New Job! Nordics x Maid!Singer!Reader
You sighed as you walked through the quiet streets of the city. Why are you walking around you ask? Well it turns out that your parents kicked you out because you were "already 18".
So, you needed a job and FAST!!
At least your parents had the decency of getting you an apartment with all the necessities inside already. That was kind of the only thing you were thankful for at the moment...
Here's another thing you were flustered about...you can sing. It's not a bad thing, it's just that your friends keep on pressuring you to audition somewhere and every time you're like 'Oh, ok, yeah, sure...SIKE!!'
Anyway, while thinking of your 'suck-y life at the moment' story, your (e/c) eyes darted left and right looking for a sign. A 'HELP WANTED' sign, to be exact.
After what seemed like an hour(more like 5 mins...) you saw a...highlighter poster with 'help wanted' on it.
"Well, it's a job...and it pays HOLY SHIT BALLS!!$20 an hour?! I better haul ass if i wann
Fanfiction: Hyper Norway (Hetalia-Nordics)"Bye Norge!" "Bye Norway!" The Nordics were heading out of the door except for one. Norway stared at the door for several minutes before putting down his book and jumped off the couch with a devious smirk. Times like these were rare for Norway and he has prepared to do as much as he can. With EPIC music playing in the background, Norway rushed to the kitchen bumping into walls, doors, and a vase. He slammed open the kitchen door and dug inside the refrigerator. Norway took out a drink of America's soda from the back of leeks (Narrator Lady: Let's just say they did not know why they bought that even if they hated that.)
Norway set his soda on the counter and ran up to Iceland's snack cabinet. He took out a pack of liquorice. Then, he ran upstairs and slammed his door open rushing around various spots. (Narrator Lady: 10 minutes, a pack ofliquorice, and 1 liter of sugar later...) "Hey Norge! We're back!" Denmark yelled. "Wooh!" Norway screamed. Black socks skidded to a stop in the middle
New School~Nordics x Reader (Request~)
"NO! MOM! Please don't die!! I need you!" Your mom looked at you with sad, dying eyes.
"(f-f/n), you.. n-need to live y-your life with your d-dad in America. J-just forget about me and m-move on. P-please for m....e..." She started to fade off and close her once-bright eyes.
"NO MOM! Don't leave me! Please..." You were kneeling on the floor on the side of the hospital bed, with your hand holding your mom's cold ones...
You looked on with tears streaming down your angelic face. 'Why does it have to be this way?' Your vision started to turn black, then all of a sudden, you were on the floor...
You shot up from your sleeping position with tear-stained cheeks. 'Oh, it was a dream...' Lately, you've been having dreams like this, but it's not a dream. It really happened, so it's technically a living nightmare.
"(F/n)? Are you up yet?" Oh, yeah. Your aunt was still in the house. Totally forgot. She was at your door, asking if you were awake. "Ja, I am...but I'm stil
:.SwedenxReader: The Wound.: REQUESTRunning. That's all you had to keep doing. It was the only word that swam hrough your head. Hot tears fell from your eyes, your heart thumped wildly in your chest, and your legs were beginning to feel like Jell-O. Your mind was trying to process what had just happened just moments ago.
A fight had broke out between you and your now ex boyfriend. Unlike other fights you two got into, this one got physical. You told him that you were tired of his behavior, and before you could leave, he slugged you in the face. You were too shocked and in too much pain by the sudden move he made on you, that you didn't do anything to respond back. Instead of apologizing, he grabbed a knife that hung on a mantel on the wall, and tried to cut your stomach. You dodged just in time for him to get your stomach, but he did manage to get your arm. Blood was gushing from the wound, since it was a pretty deep cut. As you tried to reach for a rag, he kneeded you in the stomach. You fell down to your knees in pain.