All-American Boy .::AmericaxReader::.Alfred pulled up his pants with a grunt. He had troubles zipping up his pants, and then he couldn't even button up his pants. With a groan, he fell backwards on to the bed and called out for his girlfriend. "[Name], babe, I can't button up my pants! Can you please help me?"
"Alfred, I asked if you needed any pants while I was out the other day and you said no! Why did you lie to me about that?" You walked into the room and stared at him, hands on your hips in a mature fashion. "I'm not helping you with that."
"Please, I asked nicely for once!" Alfred began to whine, which gained an exasperated sigh from you. "I never ask nicely, and you know that! So, can't you make an exception for today, please?"
You crossed your arms over your chest, pursing your lips. "Are we going to go clothes shopping, then?"
Biting his lip, Alfred sat up so he was leaning on his elbows, and he contemplated the question. He really didn't want to go shopping for clothes, because for a guy his build and age, he re
That Game... ::FinlandxReader Drabble::"Oh, Tino, I read something about Finnish Championship games the other day. Is it true that they throw cellphones as one of the games?" You looked up from your laptop towards the Finnish boy beside you. He, in turn, casted you a confused look. You giggled and looked back at your computer, going to find the article. "I was actually looking up something for my college course and then I got sidetracked on deviantArt, but then I saw a picture someone drew with people throwing phones."
Tino let out a realization laugh and nodded, looking up at the ceiling as he leaned back. "Oh yeah, there's definitely those games in my homeland. Come to think of it, there really isn't any other country with such weird games! I can't think of any other country!" He laughed again, which caused you to laugh as well.
"Did you ever participate in that game?"
Tino blinked and closed his eyes, racking his mind for if he actually did participate once. It couldn't have been that hard, could it? "Uhm I think I
.::AU::. RAGMIC Drabbles"What is that that you're drawing, Cheyenne?" Arthur peeked over the girl's shoulder, who was currently sketching a drawing in her notebook.
Cheyenne immediately turned bright red and pressed the notebook to her chest, looking forward to avoid eye contact with the man behind her. "N-Nothing!"
Arthur eyed her with an intrigued look before sighing and sitting down beside her. He turned his head to look at her face, smiling to himself as he did so. "You know, if your drawings are that private, you could always tell me to stop peeking over your shoulder."
"W-Well " Cheyenne was speechless; Arthur was right, once again. With a sigh, she pulled the notebook from her chest and looked down at the drawing with a small smile, her cheeks still tinted slightly red. " I was actually planning on showing you this one. It's one of the pictures I've worked really hard on, and I'm actually quite proud with this." She averted her eyes towards the British man beside her, whose eyebrows were rais