MileeneAngel

Undertaker x Reader - Goodnight, Darling - quick one-shot Sorry about how utterly short this is! Please, please, please read the description before continuing. "F/n, I don't think you've ever looked so pretty." The Undertaker whispered as he knelt by your bedside. He tried his best to be as quiet as he could. After all, you were sleeping. He didn't want to wake you. He could tell you were overly tired before you fell into your slumber. The grey haired man's long fingernails gently scratched against your smooth cheek as he traced his fingers up and down your jawline. The bed you were laying in was perfect. In fact, the Undertaker made it j

A/N: I would like to thank ~RiverSpirit22 (https://www.deviantart.com/riverspirit22) for helping me come up with ideas for this fanfic, it was a lot of fun to write. If you want to know ANYTHING about Spirited Away, she's your girl. Honestly though, she's very knowledgeable. This is also my second Haku x Reader. If you want to get a sense of what I used to write like, look at my first one. I think I have come a long way since then...Lol no I'm still shit ^^ Your head rested on the aged wood of the bridge in front of the bathhouse, breaths coming and going steadily in a vain attempt to calm yourself down. You were about to drop like a sack of potatoes. Kamaji needed more help tha

        btw, Reader-chan is a country! And you're a Tumblr blogger >u>    'Kesesesese! The awesome me just finished working out with my little brother West!'    Attached was a picture of two men in muscle shirts, one a slightly confused looking blond with piercing blue eyes and another with white hair and ruby red eyes. The white-haired boy had taken a selfie at the gym, his face was red and there was some sweat beading up on his skin. He was smirking confidently and you wondered how he could possibly be related to the rather quiet and serious Germany. You still couldn't keep yourself from smiling, the smallest of blushes on your

Awesome Karma And A Tree (Prussia x Reader) ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ *Disclaimers; Little bit of cussing up ahead but not enough to put a restriction on.* Hope you enjoy it :3 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ ~~~ (Name) POV~~~ Well it was official; you were lost and had no idea where you were or how to get back to where you wanted to be, which right now was either A) At home in your bed, Sleeping or B) Kicking Ludwig’s ass for making you do this stupid survival practice thingy in the first place and then ditching you in the middle of god knows where! Sighing you continued to stroll a

"Lovinoooo?" "…" "Loviiiiiiiiinooooooo?" "……" "LOVINOOO?!?" "………………" "LOVINO ANSWER YOUR PHONE!!" You groaned as you left the Italian another voicemail. You locked your cellphone and tossed yourself onto your bed. Grabbing the nearest plushie and hugging it towards your chest, you stared up at the ceiling and let out a long sigh. You squinted your eyes against the sun's harsh ways peeking through your bedroom window. Stumbling out of bed, you tugged on the curtains, hoping that it would make your room a little cooler. Waving a hand to fan yourself, you let out another groan of despa

You glanced at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing the olive green American military uniform Ludwig's boss had stolen from Alfred's base camp. It was a little big on you but nothing a few alterations can't fix! After making a couple adjustments here and there, you buttoned up your top, picked up your matching helmet, and exited the tent. Around the same time, Ludwig and Gilbert walked out of their tents wearing the same uniform as you. Unlike you and Ludwig, Gilbert had a bomber jacket thrown over his disguise. "Check it out Frau!" Gilbert propped a leg onto a nearby crate and gave you one of his showstopper diplomatic poses. "Do I look

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or you…Or One Piece…Or a car of my own…Or a house of my own…Or a dog… (Goes to corner of woe over all the things I don't own). Stare…All you could do was stare at it. After crying yourself the sleep the night before, you awoke to the oddest sight outside your window. Not believing what you were seeing, you walked out of the house, not even bothering to change out of your nightgown. As you got closer and closer, you realized you weren't seeing things… There were a bunch of concrete posts set up in a line, seeming to go on forever in either direction. Between these posts was

Disclaimer: Mean old copyrights and laws of humanity…Keeping me from owning Hetalia and the inhabitants of the world… It was March of the year 1961… You strolled about the streets of West Berlin, waving at the neighbors you had known all your life. You pulled your coat tighter around you to protect yourself from the cold air. You saw kids rushing to get to school and men who were heading off to work. You couldn't help but feel jealous of them…At least they had something to do. Once you had finished your schooling at the age of eighteen, your father had decided that college was not an option for you. You argued with him,

Disclaimer: Me: Can I please, please, please own Hetalia? World: No! Me: ……Well, can I own you people? World: NO! It was the spring of 1952… You stretched inconspicuously as you sat in the warm classroom. Your teacher was lecturing in monotone about the division of Germany into East and West, and the similar division of Berlin. You didn't care, to be honest. For God's sake, you were an eleven year old kid stuck in school on a beautiful day! You couldn't be bothered to pay attention to your lessons, even if they involved what was happening to your country right before your very eyes. Seeing that the teacher was keeping his ey

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and I do not own you. Plain and simple. Once upon a time, you had heard someone say, "That which divides us will only make us stronger." Your father had said something about how that person had mixed two separate quotes into one, but you didn't care. It had always sounded like a nice belief to you. However, you were only a five year old girl living in the American controlled zone of Berlin, Germany in the year 1946. No one expected you to truly understand the darkness hidden by the seemingly simple phrase. That phrase, though, was not on your mind at that moment. Instead, you had devoted your full attention