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
Piece of Cake - Daddy! England x Child! ReaderPiece of Cake - Daddy! England x Child! Reader by BlackDreams0912
Daddy! England x Child! Reader
“What on earth are you doing?”
You turned to your father. You had posted various pictures of deserts that you tore from the pages of a cook book on the wall of your bedroom. Ok…‘reading’ wasn’t the correct word. You were just drooling over each picture rather than reading. Each of the pages had beautifully illustrated drawings that ranged from fruit tarts to parfaits, from brownies to pies. You just loved all of them!
It was natural for a kid to have a sweet-tooth, right? You were no exception.
You simply shrugged. He sighed as a part of him already knew that he wouldn’t get a straight answer. Maybe you were just getting into a phase? He would never know.
A small smile graced his features and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. “I am going to work now (y/n). Be good alright?” he said. “If you need anything at all, you know where to find me.”
Not Too Bad [ France x Reader ]Not Too Bad [ France x Reader ] by everybodyswishes
"Go away, Francis..." [Name] murmured as she buried her face deeper into the pile of blankets she was currently nestled in. Despite this, she still clung onto her cellular phone, as though it were her lifeline.
"Chérie..."  Francis began, before being cut off by the sullen female.
"Don't use French on me!" [Name] cursed the day she told the Frenchman about her love of the romantic language. And who could blame her? Everything sounded wonderful to her in French from les petits poissons  to ses délicieux croissants. 
"Just let me in." Francis whined. He was currently sitting on [Name]'s front porch, thoroughly frustrated at the whole situation. Arriving only a few minutes ago, Francis was confused; usually [Name] was there to greet him the moment his car pulled in her driveway. Was she not home? He gave her a quick call, only to discover that not only was she home, she refused to see him.
"No." She replied curtly.
"It can't be that bad." He chuckled, as he continue