Hetalia77

“You’re with child Y/n.” Cas’ words echoed through your mind trying to process what he actually just said. You were pregnant, with Dean’s child. You felt your legs start to give way from shock but Cas caught you in his arms pulling you back up. You couldn’t even speak a word no longer a sentence. You gripped onto Cas’ trench coat for dear life not wanting to fall.  Cas leant you against the car lifting your face with his hand under your chin, his blue eyes looking down at you with worry. Cas placed his hand on your chest feeling the unsteady breaths that were escaping from your throat. “Y/n you

You are at one of Japan's world-famous festivals dressed in a red kimono that ends at your ankles and hugs your figure perfectly. On your feet are sandals that were kind of uncomfortable. You look up at the large drums set up in a high-ish tower, the drummers beating away at the great instruments. You spot one that seemed unoccupied and you, being the daredevil type when you were bored, slip off your sandals and climb up the tower until you finally reach the top. Nobody's here, but the giant drum. You run your fingers along the tight fabric to the drum before you lightly pound on it, making a good sound. You smile, satisfied at the sound and

“Teach me how to dance.” It did not come in the form of a question, rather, as a straight-out command. You would not take “No” for an answer. All around you, the studio fell silent as you walked up to the dance instructor and stared hard. You could not be sure that you were even staring into her eyes, but you continued to hold your gaze with your lightless sight until she would allow you to go under her wing. From the corner of the room, you could hear one of the dancers stifling her laughter. With your heightened sense of hearing, you could make out her friend snapping softly, telling her to hush, a soft rustle of

Daddy!PrussiaXMommy!Reader: Wonderland You yawned as you closed your book. With a sigh, you glared through your window, smiling as you did so. Soft, fluffy snowflakes were falling down from the sky, slowly covering your garden. With another yawn, you decided it’s time to get some hot chocolate, cursing the fact that you had to catch a fever today. Why didn’t it wait until tomorrow? Wrapping your blanket around you once again, you got up and stumbled over to the kitchen. Your husband and son weren’t home; they went to see a movie. Actually, you had been planning to join them, but you felt like crap when you woke up this mor

Stay With Me You were sitting on your (colour) sofa, rubbing your swollen belly contently. You were now almost 9 months pregnant with yours, and your husband, Gilbert's child. Neither of you knew the gender of the unborn child; you had opted not to take the test. You both thought that it would be a magical surprise to wait until your child was actually born to know their gender. Of course your husband was Gilbert Beilschmidt so he did tend to regret his decision and get a little impatient sometimes, nagging and occasionally poking your tummy. You would just shake your head, smiling, and slap his hand away. At the current moment your restles

Family Again Ex-husband!France x Ex-wife!reader and Child!Canada ---- “Good morning mommy!” your 5 year old son Matthew greeted you, and hugged your waist. “Good morning to you too Mattie” you bent down to kiss your little boy’s forehead. The young boy giggled and let go of his hold on you. “Mommy, what’s for breakfast today?” You knelt down to his eye level and smiled sweetly at him. “It’s your favorite of course, pancakes, made just the way you want it” by the time you finished that sentence, the doorbell starts ringing. Huh, who would’ve come to our home so early in

   "Sir, we have some bad news and some good news." Antonio slowly lifted his head out of his hands to look the doctor in the eye. He could tell from the doctors somber expression that someone hadn't made it.    Both him and his wife had tried for years to get pregnant. And when they finally succeeded they were overjoyed. As soon as they got the news they got right to decorating their spare guest bedroom for their incoming child. Being their miracle baby they decided that they wanted to keep the gender a secret until it was born.    Antonio couldn't bare the fact that one of the two hadn't made it. Was it his wife that he poured his life

"I don't love you any more." The woman's voice was sturdy and sure as she spoke. But that was the complete opposite of what she felt. Every syllable killed her to speak, and she was seconds from bursting into tears. The man she had been speaking to looked at her like a kicked puppy, opening his mouth to speak but no words came out. Tears slipped from his violet eyes and beneath his glasses to roll down his cheeks, and he closed his mouth. "Very well."    That memory haunted you like a relentless ghost every day for the last six years. You remembered it like it was yesterday. All because it was one big lie on your part. But he never came ba