Switzerland x London!Redaer - unexpected Proposal

“Bruder, we received an invitation from England!” Liechtenstein called from the living room.
“What does he want?” asked Switzerland as he made his way to where his sister was.
“It’s for his annual tea party!” she informed.
“Burn it!” he ordered quickly, slowing down as he approached the room.
“Are you sure? It also has a note from London…” Lili stated, a light smile playing on her lips.
“What does it say?” asked the swiss, now standing at the door. His face was serious like usually, but a barely noticeable blush covered his cheeks; the male’s arms were crossed as he tried to keep his composure to the best of his abilities.
Not answering, the blond girl placed the highly decorated letter on her older brother’s hands, shaking her head. “I haven’t read it!” she said simply, before leaving to prepare something for lunch.
After Liechtenstein had left, the swiss male carefully examined the outside of the letter, before opening it. Looking inside the envelope he could see, along with the golden paper of the official invitation, a small (f/c) paper folded in half. Slow and carefully he picked the small paper, throwing the rest of the letter somewhere, and unfolded it. On the small (f/c) sheet, beautifully written with golden ink, he could read:

‘My dear Vasch, I am truly sorry… This year I can’t escape my brother’s party, he begged for me to help and I just couldn’t deny it to him. Arthur will not let me get away, so I can’t go to Switzerland to be with you and Lili.
I know how you hate this kind of events, therefore I won’t ask you to come. The only thing I’ll ask is for you to forgive me…
Also, tell Lili I’m sorry. I love you, Vasch!
- Always yours, (f/n)’

The swiss sighed as he finished reading the small note from his lover. His eyes drifted from the golden letters to a (f/c) velvet box standing on top of the table; he had made great plans this time, but it seemed like that idiotic british man had just ruined it all.
“Lili!” Vasch called.
“Yes, bruder?” the girl wondered, poking her head out of the kitchen.
“Get everything ready, we’re going to spend a few days on the UK!” Switzerland informed, causing his sister to beam happily.

----- Time skip of 2 days -----

“Bruder!” Liechtenstein whined. “Why haven’t we gone to visit (f/n) during this days?”
“She isn’t expecting us.” He grunted. “Now, hurry up before we’re late to that thing England calls a party…”
A few minutes passed and both were ready to go, but a hand stopped Switzerland before he could step out of the door. The male turned around and blinked, seeing his little sister smiling brightly with one hand hidden behind her back.
“You’re forgetting something, bruder…”
The swiss didn’t respond for a couple of minutes; searching through every corner of his mind, he couldn’t remember to have forgotten anything needed for the party. Tired of waiting for a response, Lili took one of his brother’s hands and placed the (f/c) velvet box she had been hiding on top of it.
Realization hit the male and his eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the item.
“You’re still going to ask her, aren’t you?” inquired Liechtenstein, who had been observing her brother’s reactions.
Vasch only nodded his head in response as his hand closed around the velvet box, a small smile playing on his lips.

----- Meanwhile – England’s house -----

A knock on the door caught the attention of a (h/c) haired female.
“(F/n), they already started to arrive. Are you ready to go downstairs?” England’s voice sounded as the girl, the personification of London, made her way to the door.
“Yes, brother!” she answered softly while opening the door.
The sight of his sister left the british man stunned. She was wearing a light (f/c) dress that reached her ankles, the dress wasn’t puffy at all, hugging her body perfectly, a white ribbon was wrapped around her waist supporting a shining silvery skirt cover. Also, a white headband with a shining (f/c) flowery pattern was placed on her head.
England frowned, the dress was beautiful indeed, but he did not recognize it.
“You’re wonderful, but where did you get that dress?”
“Someone sent it to me…” she answered, taking one hand to her cheek in a thinking manner. “I’m not sure who sent it, but it did have a note requesting that I wear it for the party today.”
“Did you not recognize the writing, love?” inquired the country.
“Now that you mention it… Yes, I did!” she nodded, a glint of familiarity passed through her eyes. “It looked like Switzy’s, but… that can’t be…” sighed the (e/c) eyed female, a light hint of sadness was clear on her posture.
“It doesn’t really matter, does it?” asked Arthur, trying to cheer his sister up even if just a little. “Shall we go now, love?” suggested the male, offering her his arm.
The girl merely nodded, taking her brother’s arm and letting him guide her to where they were supposed to be for the next hours. Her mind, though, was focused on an entirely different place, a place with lots of mountains and absolutely breathtaking views, but, most of all, it was the place where she was sure the person she loved the most was. The place was Switzerland, the person was Vasch Zwingli…

----- Timeskip of 3 hours into the party -----
The females were having fun dancing together. The males were entertained talking, eating and drinking.
England was focused on his conversation with Romania when someone patted his shoulder. The british man turned around to be faced with…
“Switzerland, Liechtenstein! I thought you weren’t going to come…” Arthur muttered in surprise.
“It’s a long story.” Grunted the swiss, clearly annoyed at being there.
“Well… London is over there.” Stated the English, pointing at his sister, who was currently dancing with Hungary.
The swiss shook his head. “Lili, go to the others for a while…” he requested, the smaller girl quickly complied.
“I’m going too!” Vladimir shot, seeing the other 2 countries staring seriously at each other.
“I need to ask you for something.” Vasch declared.
“What is it?” Arthur asked out of pure surprise, Switzerland never asked anyone for anything…
“Permission!” informed the swiss.
England blinked, dumbfounded at the younger blond. Vasch cleared his throat, a light pink dusting his chheks, before admitting: “I’d like to ask your permission to ask your sister in marriage.”
The swiss’ gaze moved away from the british once he had finished stating his purpose.
Several gasps and chuckles were heard from the countries around them who had been listening to their conversation intently, curious as to why the neutral nation had decided to attend England’s party of his own free will. The females on the other side of the room were too distracted on their own world to notice all the commotion happening.
“So, you’re asking me to let my sister become the swiss capital!?” Arthur wondered with his arms crossed, his eyes had closed for a moment.
“Yes!” Vasch confirmed, daring to look again at the british. London’s and Liechtenstein’s laughter suddenly reached his ears, causing him to tear his gaze away from the English man once again only to be faced with the view of the 2 laughing girls dancing to the sound of Spain’s version of Marukaite Chikyuu, his eyes softened at the sight. Probably feeling someone watching her, the (e/c) eyed girl’s gaze caught Switzerland’s eyes observing them as they danced; (f/n) flashed him a smile, before returning her attention to what she was doing, and a small smile graced the male’s features without his notice.
England sighed, knowing there was nothing that could be done.
“Alright…” Arthur conceded, gaining the swiss’ attention. “You have my blessing!” Arthur said with a smile, gently patting the younger man’s shoulder.
“Thank you.” Vasch muttered, his gaze returning to the 2 dancing girls.
“When do you intend to ask her?” inquired the british, his eyes also set on the 2 females twirling around the room.
Without any more words, the swiss started walking in the direction of the two sisters-to-be.
“Lili!” he called, catching both girls’ attention. “I need to talk to (f/n)!”
Liechtenstein nodded and walked away to join the other females.
“What’s wrong, Vasch?” London wondered, her voice coated in worry.
“N-nothing!” he stuttered. “Can we talk? In private…”
“Of course!” London acceded, quickly grabbing his hand as she started leading him to… “Is the balcony okay?” she asked, her eyes momentarily finding his own.
The male simply nodded, afraid of making a fool out of himself by stuttering again. The girl chuckled, finding the vision of him like this quite endearing, but she was actually worried. The times were rare when she had seen the blond like this (the first time he had asked her out or when he asked her to be his girlfriend), but, even then, he wasn’t as nervous as he appeared to be now.
‘What could possibly have him so worked up?’ she thought, a soft sigh leaving her lips.
Seconds later, they stood on the rather large balcony.
The view to the labyrintical garden was astounding, with an occasional light here and there, and a fountain with an antique flowery design was light up in the center of the garden.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” asked the female, her voice was soft as she gazed at the garden below.
“I want to ask you something.” The seriousness of his voice caused her to turn around; as she did so, the sight of the swiss on one knee looking at her greeted her. Realizing what was about to happen, she tried to muster enough strength to talk, but no sound came. Switzerland took her left hand on his right while his left hand held up an open (f/c) velvet box revealing, not the cliché diamond, but a bright red ruby.
Tears started prickling on the female’s (e/c) eyes.
“(F/n) Kirkland, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” his face was as red as the ruby he held, but he stubbornly refused to look away from the (e/c) orbs he had fell in love with so long ago. Tears spilled from those same eyes he oh loved so much, tears of happiness.
Unable to think straight, the girl threw herself at the swiss, almost causing him to fall backwards, while blurting out a long chain of ‘yes’es.
Carefully, the male slipped the ring on his lover’s finger.
Happier than ever before, London pulled her lover into a passionate kiss, causing him to fall on top of her, majorly flustered.

The sound of someone *ahem*England*ahem* clearing his throat caused the couple to separate. An excited France was fawning all over them.
“Onhonhonhon, who would’ve guessed? Switzy marrying Angleterre’s sister…”
“Shut it, frog face!” Arthur growled, hitting the French across the head.

Romania x Reader - Bite me!

For the last hour, Vladimir, the personification of Romania, had been arguing with one of his closest friends, (f/n), the personification of (country).
"Oh, bite me!" she pouted at the romanian.
"Are you sure!" Vladimir chuckled, a grin spreading on his face as an idea crossed his mind.
"What..?" she couldn't said anything else as she felt one of her cheeks a little pained. (F/n)'s hands flew to cover her cheek as she realised what had just happened. "OW! What the heck do you think you're doing?" the girl snapped, a blush now covering her face.
"I did what you told me to!" Romania mused, clearly amused at the whole situation.
"I didn't mean it like that!" she huffed; taking her hands off her face, she could see a bit of blood on them. "Look at what you did...!"
"Ah, sorry!" Vladimir apologised, sheepishly scratching his cheek. "Let me see." he asked, moving his face closer to hers.
Clearly not expecting the events, the (h/c) head jumped at the feeling of the romanian licking her wound. She tried to move away, but Vlad kept her on place with a surprisingly strong grip: (f/n) blushed heavily at the situation.
"What's with all the shouting?" Bulgaria's voice echoed from the hallway.
"N-NOTHING!" the (colour)ette shouted in a high-pitched tone; Romania chuckled and pulled away, still holding her close.
Bulgaria appeared at the room's door.
"You don't scream like that just because." stated the bulgarian; laughter erupting from his throat as ha saw the scenery in the room.
"It's not funny!" the girl snapped. "He bit me!"
"I can see that!" Aleksander grinned. "And I know why..." he said in a sing-song voice that caused Vladimir to glare at him.
"Why then?" the female wondered, raising an eyebrow.
"I have to go finish lunch, see ya!" Aleks mused, before returning to the kitchen.
The (h/c) head turned to the magician. "So~?"
The answer he gave was certainly unexpected; he pecked the corner of her lips and whispered into her ear: "Te iubesc, printesa!"
"I love you too, Vlad!" she giggled, taking him into a hug.

----- Extended Ending -----

"I can't believe you still expect people to believe you're not a vampire!" the girl mused, causing the romanian to raise an eyebrow in wonder. "You just bit me and licked my blood! Isn't that what vampires do?"
"(N/n)!" he whined. "I'm not a vampire!" he pouted.
"Yes, you are! You're my cute sweet vampire!" she chuckled.
"Then why don't we have cute sweet LITTLE vampires together?" he suggested, bringing the girl closer.
"You can do that later. Now it's lunch time!" Bulgaria's voice came from the doorway.
"ALEKS!" the couple shouted, both of their faces were beet red.
The dark haired male just chuckled and started to walk towards the dining room. "Come on, you should eat something before making any kind of physical efforts, you know?" he chuckled.

Norway x Reader - Monthly

A little pain, that’s how it always starts… the (h/c) haired girl was dining with the 5 Nordics, whom she had moved in with by request of her long-time Norwegian boyfriend, when a sharp pain shot through her abdomen, causing her to wince visibly and grip the area with one of her hands.
“(F/n), are you okay?” Tino asked in worry, causing everyone else’s gaze to be placed on her, well… she had stopped eating when it was her favourite food, that sole fact was worrying enough.
“Yeah!” the girl nodded with a weak smile. “It’s just… I’m not that hungry!” she stated while getting up and placing her half-full plate beside the sink.
“Where are you going?” Lukas’ monotone voice sounded when she was about to exit the kitchen, causing her to slowly turn around to face him and the others.
“I’m going to lay down. By the way, can someone get me a hot-water bottle, please?” she said, almost pleading the last part.
Tino, being the only one to have finished eating, offered to do it for her. Muttering her thanks to the Finnish man, she turned back around and slowly climbed up the stairs, flopping on the bed she shared with Lukas. Hurriedly, the (e/c) eyed female got under the covers and cuddled with the Norwegian’s pillow. After a few, the damned pain still wouldn’t let her sleep.
Suddenly, someone entered the room silently, causing the girl to get her guard up; it wasn’t Tino, he always knocked before entering… Once the unknown subject slipped under the covers, she relaxed, instantly recognizing their way of laying down.
“Lukas…” she called in a whisper.
“Ja!” he answered, carefully taking his pillow back from his girlfriend, before allowing himself to hug her from behind. The male’s hands started to gently rub circles on the girl’s belly, soothing the pain.
“I’ll be sure to ask Fin or Sve to buy you some painkillers.” Assured the Norwegian.
“How did you know” asked the (nationality), her eyes shooting open in amazement.
“Small things…” it was his answer.
“Sleep now, (f/n), min elsker!” he mused, his light hug turning into a strong and warm embrace that lulled the girl to sleep.
The hot-water bottle had been completely forgotten, being overtaken by a certain Norwegian’s comforting ways.

Germany x Reader - Girls are difficult

“Jou look great, liebe!” Germany sighed for what it seemed to be the 100th time in the last 2 hours.
“Ludwig~!” a (h/c) haired girl whined. “You’ve said that about every single dress, you have to have something else to say!” she was baffled at his indifference.
“It’s just clothes…” sighed the german male, his voice almost inaudible.
On that same moment, Elizabeta, who had offered to help her friend choosing something to wear, appeared at the door.
“Oh god, no!” she shot, already looking around the wardrobe. “You look terrible!”
“Thank you!” exhaled the (nationality), giving a look to the blond male.
“Here, try this one out!” Hungary suggested, shoving a dress into (f/n)’s hands.
“Vhat vas zhat?” Ludwig inquired once the (h/c) head had disappeared into the bathroom. “Are jou trying to ruin her self-esteem?”
“You really are simple minded, aren’t you?” chuckled the female. “You have to be honest about how she looks like in this kind of clothing!” she explained. “What you can never say, under any circumstances, is ‘it makes you look fat’, never say that!”
“Zhen, vhat can I say?” sighed exasperatedly the german.
“Just keep what I said in mind!” Hungary chuckled, before being interrupted.
“Elizabeta! I need your help!” (f/n) called, the Hungarian quickly disappeared into the bathroom.
Outside, still on the same place, Germany rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to make the headache Elizabeta had caused him to go away.
“Fraus are so difficult!” he sighed as he made his way downstairs.

----- Time skip -----

(F/n) joined Ludwig in the living room. Seeing her in the dress chosen by Elizabeta left him speechless; she was in a light (f/c) knee-length dress with a dark (f/c) bow around the waist and a pair of dark (f/c) flats.
“Jou look… stunning!” he breathed out.
“Thanks! Maybe we could have gotten to this sooner, had you been honest!” she giggled.
“I’ll start being, zhen!”
“Great!” she smiled. “But don’t be TOO honest!”

----- Extended ending offered you by England and his magical friends -----

“Vhat are jou doing, Vest?” Prussia’s loud voice echoed.
“Reading!”
“Vhat is it about?”
“None of jour business!”
Ignoring his younger brother, Gilbert snatched him the book, in the cover you could read: ‘Full manual – How to understand women’.
An obnoxious laugh sounded all throughout the neighborhood.

England x Reader - Baby Alfred

"Yes?" a (h/c) head asked, having picked her phone up.
"(F/n), love!" England's voice came with a worried tone. "Could you... Come over?"
"Yes, of course! But, did something happen?" she asked, it wasn't often that her boyfriend would call to ask her to go to his house.
"W-well... Yes! B-but I swear it was nothing serious!" the male blurted. "I-i just need a little help!"
"Fine, fine!" the girl chuckled. "I'll be there as soon as I can!"
"Thank you, love!" the brit sighed in relief.

----- Time Skip -----

"Stop it, bloody git!" (f/n) could hear England's shouts as she entered the house.
"Arthur?" she called, moving towards the living room. The sight clearly surprised her: Arthur was in the middle of the room shouting at a small child, the brit was holding up the baby by the back of it's shirt, but the curious thing was... The baby looked a whole lot like Alfred.
"Arthur!?" she called a little louder than before.
"O-oh, (f/n), love... You're here already!" the Englishman stuttered.
"What did you do this time?" the girl sighed, taking the child (who was in the verge of tears) away from England and placing the baby on the sofa. Looking closer at the baby, she noticed a few particular traits. "Arthur! This baby...!"
"It was an accident, love. I swear it was, I really didn't meant to turn that git into a kid!" England blurted, waving his hands in a defensive manner.
"You turned America into a baby..." she mused, her eyes wandered to chibi Alfred's face to see his big blue eyes blinking. "Aww, he's so cute~!" (f/n) cooed, starting to tickle Alfred's belly and causing him to start laughing; Arthur merely blinked at the scene.
"How do you do that?" the brit asked dumbfounded.
"What do you mean?" the female wondered, looking away from the small American.
"The only thing I managed to do was get him to cry!" Arthur complained. Said and done, Alfred's cry was really loud for someone so small.
"See what I said?" the brit complained. "I only need to talk and he starts it!"
"Hm... Maybe he's hungry!" (f/n) mused. "Did you feed him anything?"
"No, he wouldn't let me..." Arthur sighed.
"Is that so?" (f/n) mused in a thinking manner. "Let's try again, then; shall we?" the girl said in a sing-song voice while scooping baby Alfred up.
(F/n) moved to the kitchen carrying Alfred on her lap while being followed by England.
"Do you have milk, Artie?" she asked.
"Y-yes, love!"
"Do you have those cups used for little kids?"
"Actually, I happen to have the one Sealand used when he was younger!"
"Great!" the girl cheered. "Now warm up some milk and hand me the cup, will you?" she asked.
"Of course, love!" the brit nodded, doing as he was told.
After a few seconds, a question of extreme importance came to the (h/c) head's mind.
"Artie!" she called. "How long will this spell last?"
"The book said it was a week. Why do you ask, love?"
"Well then, it seems that me and little Alfie here will be living with you for the next week!"

----- Time Skip - 1 Week -----

Baby Alfred was hugging (f/n)'s leg, trying to hide from England.
"For god's sake, Arthur. Will you stop tormenting the child?" the girl sighed exasperatedly, acting as a wall in between the brothers.
"I will not tolerate his behaviour anymore, (f/n)!" he growled.
Suddenly, a flash of light brightened the room; when the light was gone, America was still gripping the female's leg, but...
"Huh!? Dude, what happened?" Alfred groaned, letting go of the (colour)ette and rubbing his head.
Arthur grumbled; (f/n) chuckled.
"It's a long story, Alfie!" the girl stated.
"I want to know!" the American pouted.
"Maybe someday..." (f/n) mused, walking away from the two males.

Warewolf!England x Reader

"Hej, (f/n)! Do jou vant to try?" Prussia snickered, interrupting the girl's conversation with her sister Sicilia, Spain and France.

"Sure-a!" Nodded the (colour)ette, who was the personification of Rome, the italian capital.

"Jou should try to go for zhe rope!" Gilbert whispered so that no one else could hear.

The girl blushed lightly and nodded at her albino friend; she inserted her hand in the bag and started shuffling around the items in search for the one she was suggested to pick. Finally, after a few seconds, she felt it, the rope.

'A rope! Oh god, why me?' Thought the italian girl, pulling the item out of the bag as she remembered HIS 'little secret' that Gilbert had 'accidentaly' slipped out.

"It seems like mein awesome friend got mein little bruder! Kesese~" Prussia stated, pushing the two into the closet. "Have fun!" Snickered the older german, shutting the door close, the clicking sound of the lock echoed through the silent compartment.

A couple of minutes passed, the silence was total, (f/n) used this time to let her eyes get used to the darkness of the room. Finally being able to see, the (h/c)) head shifted.

"Ludwig... can i-a ask you-a something?" She wondered; Germany grunted affirmatively in response.

"Is it-a true?" Rome asked, a faint blush covering her cheeks aas she started to play with her sleeves. "That you're-a into-a... bdsm?" She spoke the last word with her voice as low as possible.

"Vho told jou zhat?" The german's eyes narrowed; even if the (colour)ette had lowered her voice so much, he still heard what she said.

"W-well... you-a see... ah, ve~!" (F/n) whimpered, his voice was sounding too harsh for her liking.

"(F/n)!" Germany warned.

"Prussia, Prussia, it was-a Prussia!" The italian blurted out while shaking her head, resembling her little brother Feliciano.

Ludwig sighed and sat down with his back to the wall. Every chance he might have had with her was now goone thanks to his brother.

Noticing his actions, Rome calmly walked towards the male, kneeling down next to him. The girl placed a hand on his shoulder, starting to rub soothing circles.

"You know!? I-a still like-a you, Ludwig!" She stated with a smile, causing the german to blush lightly at the female's bubbly attitude.

"1 minute, dudes!" America shot from the outside.

"Ah, Doitsu~! We-a still haven't done what we-a are-a supposed to..." the italian mused.

"Vhat do jou mean, frau?" He asked, getting startled as a pair of (e/c) orbs suddenly apeared a couple of inches away from his own eyes. The girl was comfortably sitting on top of the male's legs, only causing more heat to rise to Germany's face. Smling brightly, the girl placed a quick peck on top of the german's lips, leaving the male stunned.

(F/n) was on the process of getting up when a strong tug brought her back down and into another kiss, a more passionate one.

"Ve~! Sorella got together with-a Germany!" Feli cheered.

"Che!? What are you-a bastardo doing to-a mia sorella?" Romano snapped. What the heck was wrong with his family? First, Veneziano starts hanging out with the damn potato eater; then, Sicilia gets together with the tomato bastard; now, Rome also got together with the potato bastard... "You-a idiotas are going to-a be the death of-a me!"