Spain x Ukraine - Which Tomatoes Look Ripe Enough? The sun had just started to make its way into the sky. Yekatrina looked out of her window meet the day, which she always does with a smile. Today she was going to the market to buy some groceries since it was her day off. Yekatrina grabbed her handbag, locked the door to her flat, and set out for the market.Spain x Ukraine - Which Tomatoes Look Ripe Enough? by howhightofly
The market: http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/jonesy55/dscf1163.jpg
Antonio couldn't possibly ask for a better day. The weather was nice and warm and he was soaking up the sun while he was selling tomatoes at the local market by the sea. His olive skin was a testament that this was not his first time doing so. Antonio would flash his signature smile and charm his customers instantly. All of the little old ladies of (tow
Russia x Gardener!Reader - Among the Field of Gold(name) had always loved flowers. Whenever she wasn't working at her family's bakery, she was helping out in her grandparent's garden. (name) planted, weeded, harvested, and watered. But her favorite place to be at her grandparent's house was her grandfather's sunflower field. The golden blooms made (name) feel at warm and comfortable. (name) would often fall asleep in the vast field from being so at ease and free of stress.Russia x Gardener!Reader - Among the Field of Gold by howhightofly
Ivan Braginski was the son of a potato farmer who drank too much vodka. His father was a mean drunk and beat his mother whenever she was in his way. Ivan could still remember rainy nights where his father would be out drinking and he and his mother would make a fort out of pillows and sheets. A single lit candle would shed light on their faces while Ivan's mother would hold him close. She would often call him her little sunflower because he brightened her days. Much to Ivan's dismay, one day
Alone - Ukraine (Hetalia)*****This is an assignment for my history class that I thought would be neat to turn into a hetalia story. This is my first story, so please go easy on me and enjoy!*****Alone - Ukraine (Hetalia) by howhightofly
A young woman weeps at her mother's bedside as her dying breath fills the air. The young woman, Yekatrina, sobs fill pierce the cold air. She is terrified of having to live alone with her father who drinks in excess from the stress of the famine. He becomes frustrated and leaves Yekatrina black and blue often lately. She prays, holding onto her mother's limp hand, listening to the sound of cruel raindrops beating against the roof. Her mother's hands are almost as cold as the air surrounding them. Things had become worse and worse since the new century had arrived. Yekatrina would have to work in the fields, her father being too drunk to do so, and hope and pray that something would grow to avoid being beaten. After most of the cows and sheep had died, Yekatrina was beginning to lose hope. She toiled everyday, weather
Spain X Reader Pathetic, Aren't We?It was past midnight and the party was still loud in the house. Not feeling very comfortable, you walked outside into the dark and sighed softly. It was much colder too than inside, you slowly wrapped your arms around yourself. You were wondering why you were invited if everyone decided to ignore you. And you weren't even a party-person.Spain X Reader Pathetic, Aren't We? by leakittychan
You only noticed you were not alone after a few minutes, when you started walking around and bumped into Antonio, sitting on the stairs with no lights around, supporting his head and covering his face with the same hand. He was motionless and for the fist time you were worried about him. He was always cheerful and bright and you had never see him down, not even a little bit. Still, that he was sitting there alone in such a pose scared you.
"Toni?" You called him softly after some hesitation. He jumped a bit and immediately lifted his face up to look at you. "Ah, chica. What are you doing here, aren't you having fun?" You bit your lip nervously and step
Soldier GirlSoldier GirlSoldier Girl by Dream-Dragoness
You were P.O’ed. You have just spoken to Germany and he had the nerve to tell you that you shouldn’t train on the cadets’ obstacle course. Because you were a girl! As you stormed into the manor you call home, you were absolutely tempted to storm back there and punch the German in the face.
“What a sexist! I can do just as well as the next guy! Heck! Half the time, I might as well be a boy!”
You caught yourself as you said that sentence. Then, an evil grin came to your face.
“Well, if it’s a boy Germany wants, it’s a boy he’s gonna get.”
You dashed back to your (f/c) room and got to work. You took out an old pair of cameo pants and some combat boots. Don’t ask how you got them. The hardest part in your plan was hiding your chest, which took an insane amount of duct tape and the baggiest tank top you could find. The last part in your plan was to