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With your boyfriend's arm around you, the two of you walked into the burger joint. You were mostly embarrassed when your boyfriend held the door for you, then did a sneak attack and planted kisses all over your neck….in public.

"Matthias," you squealed.

Matthias smirked and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you ordered. You got large fries and a large drink while Matthias got a double cheeseburger, a large milkshake, and an order of chicken nuggets.

You couldn't help but giggle at the large amount of food and Matthias shot you puppy eyes, increasing your giggles. The

France x reader: The one that almost got awayYou sat cuddling your legs as tears streamed down your face. You'd just broken up with Francis, your newly ex boyfriend.
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You and Francis had been together for as long as anyone could remember. He was an artist but lately funding for his supplies had been rather low. You were already working two jobs, one just for him.

"Francis, I'm heading home now, goodnight," You called, waiting for him to kiss you goodbye.

"Oui, Oui goodnight ____." You closed the door and returned back into the arts room, arms folded

"Francis, I said goodnight," you growled irritatedly. Whenever Francis was painting he completely forgot of your existence.

He loo

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You pushed open the door to Germany's house. “Guten Tag, bros!” You greeted, slamming the door behind you. You were immediately forced into a hug by Italy. “Ciao, bella!” He smiled.
“Hey, Pasta.”
Italy pulled out of the hug and looked at you curiously. “Pasta? Where?”
You laughed. “I meant, you, Italy.”
“Why you call me pasta?”
“Because, as they say, you are what you eat.” You answered.
“Oh, well that makes sense. I LOVE pasta! In fact...” Italy skipped off into the kitchen at the same time Prussia was coming out.
“So you are what you eat, hu

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Friend Zone

"Hey, Matthew!" You yelled as you jogged down the street to see your friend who was, as usual, practicing his hockey skills.

"O-Oh, hi, (y/n.)" He said quietly, pulling his gaze up from the tennis ball he had been using as a makeshift puck. "What's up?"

You smiled. "I just finished my homework, so I was wondering if you wanted to go to the park or something… you know, hangout."

You could have sworn you saw a tiny pink blush creep up his cheeks when he muttered a quick, "Yeah, let's go," before running his hockey stuff inside.

At the park, Matthew felt as though the two of you were in some s

America x Reader: Red String"Hey, dude, you're finally here!" Alfred shouts as he grabs your arm, yanking you into an embrace.

Your cheeks heat up; you've been one-sidedly in love with him for nearly half a year. There are plenty of other girls who are in love with him too (and plenty who just want to fuck him), but you're surprised that he pays attention to you. You're way too shy and quiet, and you're terrible at expressing your emotions and you are too much a Grammar Nazi (though you'd never say that out loud in front of Ludwig; he'd probably gas you) and you still can't believe Alfred likes being your friend.

Which is why you'd never confess to him.

"Hey, where's

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Rushing back into your dorm room, you could have sworn that you scared Tarja half to death as you made a mad leap for your laptop. Pulling up Skype, you screamed in frustration at how long it took the vile application to load in such a dire situation. Once the source of your anger opened you quickly called your best friend, seeing his face and hearing his soothing, deep voice was exactly what you needed right now. That, and to freak out to him and scream about how you had been reunited with your childhood crush and best friend from Sweden.

"Lukas! Thank the Norse Gods you're on! You'll never believe what's happened today!" Said white-blond

He is.He Is.

The warmth throughout the rain.
and the silver of the clouds.
The medicine to the pain
and the bell after rounds.

The wind that blows the leaves
and the collection of the dew.
The fruit from all the trees
and the tiny plants that grew.

The moon to every wave
and the whispers in the dark.
The hero after the save
and the swing set at the park.

The second before a kiss
and the breath he steals away.
The sum of all the bliss
and the way I'll always stay

The countdown to a date
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The prize after the wait
for he is all of this to me.

Cinnamon challenge (AmericaXReader)“You’re just too chicken!” Alfred cried, pointing at you. “Am not!” You shouted back and growled when he started squawking. “Prove it.” He said, a smug look on his face.

Contemplating on whether this was a good idea or not, you grabbed the cinnamon and a spoon. Alfred leant on the counter behind him, his arms crossed and watching your every move.

After sending him a withering look you heaped some of the amber spice on the spoon. You gulped once and placed the cinnamon in your mouth. Alfred smirked at you, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow it.

You managed to swallow most of it, then you col

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"Um… Icy…" you said ever-so quietly. Your boyfriend of one year replaced his attention from his Algebra homework to you. You had just arrived from your trip to the restroom that he thought was just your regular bathroom trip, and you arrived with some news he wasn't quite expecting…

"Hm? What's up ______?" He seemed so care-free; he was just so naïve of the news that was to be bestowed upon him. You sat down next to him, placing your hand on his soft one and looked straight into the pools of crystal that were his eyes

Burning dinner (FranceXReader)Francis hummed as he set about cooking for dinner. Not that you couldn't cook or anything, it's just that he was brilliant at it. And you loved watching his fingers.

They were so nimble, so elegant and effective against the grit in lettuces, the fat on meat, you could find so many reasons as to why watching him cook was so calming.

Sticking close to his side, your (e/c) eyes followed his hands that were stirring a pan filled with a roux. He quickly alternated between flour and milk, the sauce getting thicker and thicker as he did so.

He noticed your watching and chuckling he pulled you between his arms. Your arms came above his and he look

FrancexReader: Five Years

"I love you mommy," said your little boy with blonde hair.
Smiling you patted his head. "I love you too baby." It had been almost five year since his father had broken up with you.

~Flashback~

You were nearly bouncing in your seat. Today you had just found out that you were pregnant. It really didn't matter that you were eighteen, it didn't matter that you weren't married, what mattered was that you and the love of your life were going to have a baby together.
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"So do

Boss France X Worker Reader Office Scoundrel

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WARNING: Contains naughty, offensive, some sexual and the French.

It was just another day at the office of Hetalia headquarters. A horrible miserable Sunday which everyone got called in for because we all had a day off yesterday. You were just a worker to the bosses of Allied and Axis, but you had amorously fallen in love with the French perv of one of the offices. Unfortunately, he just happened to be your boss. You loved the main from your heart and soul, but unfortunately in cases of him being your boss it was strictly un-allowed and somewhat illegal in the country you were living in. It comp

PrussiaxReader: Awesome Love

"Nein, I told you I don't like her!" shouted Gilbert.
You let out a whimper of sadness. You best friend sever since first grade didn't like you. Once the two of you got to high school things changed, and not all for the better.
First off be started hanging out with Francis and Antonio, some of the biggest perverts in school. You couldn't stand Francis and Antonio. They always hit on you no matter how many times you sent Arthur after Francis or how many times you sent Lovino after Antonio you didn't like them.
Second he became more perverted than he used to be.
And now he said he didn't like you.
Gilbert turned around to see you. "_-_____

EnglandxPregnant!Reader: Starving .3

"No…no…yuck…eww why is there a sock in there?" you asked throwing the piece of laundry out of your fridge. You're the little guy in your stomach voiced its opinion in the forum of a growl. "Yes, yes I know you're hungry."
You were four months pregnant and you were hungry.
"____________, what are you doing in there we're going out to eat with Alfred and…and…oh I can't remember, but we have to go."
"Artie do we have any leftovers from last night?"
"No," he sighed, "you ate them all."
Laughing nervously you said, "Yeah right…"
Your husband closed the refrigerator door and pulled you back to the car.
"But Arti

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"What a smartass..." You thought as your American boyfriend sat on the couch, eating hamburgers, and playing video games. There were video game cases, bowls that used to be filled with ice cream, and hamburger wrappers everywhere. You sighed. Ever since America was reminded of his "I'LL DO WHAT I WANT BIOTCH!" scene/line/phrase is his show, Hetalia...well, he did exactly that.

You were sick of it. He hasn't told you that phrase/line yet but if he ever did...oh boy was he in for it.

You decided to sit next to him as he played his video game, Final Fantasy. It was rare for him to play this game. He usually played his war games like Call of Du

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by ~Little-man13, Jul 9, 2012, 3:08:22 PM
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Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear

I Pinky Promiseby ~Little-man13

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A love poem for the girl i dont have

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~0L50NJ4 Sep 15, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

God I NEED this.

*tear!*

~LoveIsACrossedRoad Sep 15, 2012 Student Writer

Beautiful....

~XenyaBromsson Aug 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

i have a friend who is an amazing realist artist, and she drew a piece that looks almost just like this, like the poem too

~The-Warden-Rose Jul 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It's a nice poem alil cutesy but sweet all the same

~RookieBlue23 Jul 11, 2012

I like it

~jaani-androphile Jul 10, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

errr first of all that's not a concrete poem lol.

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second of all, it's extremely cliche, and the rhyming sounds forced. (especially the lines:
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight

and

Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear)

(the first two lines don't sound that forced, but they still kind of are)

secondly, the style you wrote the poem in. that style was used by every single person who had an english assignment. you should try finding your own voice. a voice that wasn't worn by every person. (pardon my language, but that's like wearing a used condom) it just won't work.

thirdly, your poem does not show, it tells. i can read that poem and have a totally blank face. explain: what is love? what is making someone smile? what is a best sight?

the thing that makes me dislike this poem is how worn out the subject matter and style are. the sentence structure is boring, and it brings nothing new to the table. it's like, a clone of every other cliche, teenage love poem ever.

what i'm trying to say is: throw away that used condom, and find YOUR voice. find YOUR style. don't only write about what everyone already knows. describe it as something new. (hell, i wrote a poem about a splinter!) write about a button, write about a page of a book, and sure, write about love if you like, but don't make it so "been there done that." and finally: DO NOT FORCE RHYME! (try writing free verse, then, you can play around with structures and sentences and not have to rhyme dog and log) i hope i don't come off as too harsh, but you know some people just need that push.

good luck, man!

~NoxilcashXV Jul 11, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

ok so you know what makes a good poem, congratulations. But he still got 1027 likes and showed up on the front page. I know you are trying to help him become a better writer, but I doubt OVER half of the people care about the structure or the forcing of rhyme. He made a short sweet love poem that rhymed and people just eat that up, no matter how cliche or over done it is. Just sayin.

~jaani-androphile Jul 11, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

ok, but if he is going to take poetry seriously he should at least consider what i said. also how many favorites he got doesn't make the poem any better. just because a ton of people like nicki minaj doesn't make her beethoven. (obviously she's not trying to be, but that doesn't make her music any better)

one could write this type of thing in thirty seconds, and not all of it gets this much attention. (there are like millions of these types of poems on dA) it's not because of how "amazing" the poem is, it's just luck, and the fact that he posted it in every literature group that ever existed.

if of course, he is only doing this for the favorites, then well, that just disgraces the name of poetry.

also just so that i don't get mixed up i need to ask you: do you view as my criticism as invalid? because that is the vibe your reply gave.

~gothgirl1212 Jul 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I view your criticism as invalid. You should mind your own damn business. All art is a way to express yourself. Maybe this person can't tell the difference between concrete poetry and free verse, so what? No one cares about that, it a good poem, end of story. And that condom reference is just sick and gross. I say inappropriate things all the time and that made me sick.

And my poems probably sound like a lot of other teen poems, it doesn't make them less original.

~jaani-androphile Jul 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

the guy posted his poem on a public website. that means i have a right to criticize it. also if you are a "poet" that can't tell the difference between concrete poetry and free verse, then you shouldn't call yourself a poet. also whether or not it's a good poem is a matter of opinion, and i have a right to share mine. that doesn't make it invalid.

also you claim to say "inappropriate" things all the time and the condom reference made you sick? are you serious?

(welcome to the internet, by the way)

also i just read a few of your poems... yeah they are pretty unoriginal. that's pretty much what it means to be unoriginal. to sound like everyone else.

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