France/Reader Give You My Fever (Smut)

[Name] and France were what you would call, strange, when together. France would flirt with every woman in the world to the point of getting them in his bed, sometimes more then one at a time. But with [Name] it was different. Francis never tried to flirt with her, nor did he ever try to get her into his bed at night. He treated her with kindness and respect, well, at least as much respect as France could give. At this moment, [Name] was showing some cards that she had made. [Name] was a very creative type and loved doing crafts, and her favorite was making cards for others and special events. France was always amazed by what [Name] was able to think up and create, and everything would always turn out so beautiful, just like her.

[Name]'s smile would grow with each complement that France would give her, she enjoyed his company very much. But one thing always lingered in the back of her mind, why was it that he never flirted with her. Was she just not pretty enough, did she act too boyish, what was it? [Name] often wondered what France's lips would feel molded against hers, would they be soft or chapped. [Name] also often thought of how France would take her home and roam her body with they were locked in an never ending battle in bed. There was something inside her that just seemed to yearn for France's attention to go in a different direction. She would often smile at the complements that France gave her cards, her heart only sinking more wishing that those completes were all for herself, instead of those stupid cards.

"France, can I ask you a question?" [Name] asked, drawing France's attention towards her. He gave a soft smile and placed his hands on her shoulders of her sitting form, lowering his head to the side of her face he still smiled.

"But of course." His voice was soft like silk, which didn't help her in the slightest. Actually, it drew her desire to want him more. Her body grew hotter and hotter with each passing second, and France seemed to notice. He raised an eye and placed an hand on her head and held it there.

"Are you alright [Name] you feel a bit war-"

"Kiss me." [Name] said suddenly, catching France off guard. His eyes grew wide and his mouth was a gape, had he heard her correctly. France then pulled away and went to pull [Name] to her feet, holding her close to his chest.

"[Name], why would you want that? You are quite hot, so how do I know that it is not your fever that is the one doing the talking." France said looking down at her, his hand underneath her chin. His blue eyes were beautiful, the way they held such passion was almost too much for her. Slowly and without notice, [Name]'s lips started moving closer towards France's lips. France seen this and gave a slight frown.

"Then let me give you my fever, Francis." [Name] said, her lips inches away from his. France couldn't help but chuckle, the things you said sometimes. Slowly, your lips connected with his, the feeling of lightening rushed through your body. It felt so good, it felt so right, you loved it. You didn't hesitate, almost instantly, your arms slid up across his chest and up around his neck. France pulled you in closer into him, not leaving any room between your molded bodies. His hand sneaking down to your butt and gave a slight squeeze making you moan in the kiss. You hated the idea that he was so experience in this field, where as you hardly knew anything about it, only from what you'd seen in Germany's closet.

France broke the kiss, his lips traveling down to your neck getting another moan from you when he found your spot. Your head rolled back and you gasped out his name, you felt the smirk on your neck. You squeaked when you felt yourself being lifted up by your butt and being placed on the table behind you, knocking off and squishing some of the cards on it. You didn't care, you could pick them up and make new ones, better ones. Because the thing that had your attention right now, was France's hands unbuttoning the front of your shirt.

Prussia/Reader Must Be Dreaming (Impiled Smut)

Gilbert watched [Name] sitting in Germany's backyard from behind a bush. He was watching her, because he was trying to figure something out. Ever since [Name] had come back into his life after the war, she had helped him get up and back onto his feet. Never once had she ever asked for anything, even though he asked for quite a lot. One thing that he had asked for, was her vital regions, which she gave him when ever he'd ask for them. Which is what confused him, normally he'd have to take someone's vital regions by force, but not [Name]'s. On top of that, she never yelled, hit, or got upset with his dumb-over ego-ass. And because of this, every time he would think about [Name], something weird would happen.

He would feel his heart race, and he would become frigidity and confused about what to do. That was most differently unawesome, and he couldn't allow that to happen to the awesome him. So he tried multiple times to try and get rid of these feelings, from taking [Name] out to the bar, or trying to start a fight with her, he could never get rid of those funny emotions. He would often wondered if these feelings was what drove the other nations into marriage, something that he tried to avoid all his life. Gilbert growled and jumped from the brush and took a running tackle to [Name] knocking her down onto the ground and straddling her. [Name] blinked, wondering what the in hell had hit her from behind and flipped her over onto her back.

Looking up, she seen Gilbert looking down at her with... with a blush on his cheeks? He scowled as he shoved a finger in her face and yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Marry the awesome me!" Gilbert's blush only seemed to worsen with the words that flowed from his mouth. [Name] seemed to be in a daze, not completely understanding the meaning behind them. Which in return only made Gilbert's blush grow from the look she gave him, on top of not saying anything. Suddenly, [Name] broke out into fits of laughter to the point of tears.

"Now I've had weird dreams, but never before have I ever had a dream about something like this! Yeah right, the day you marry me will be the day when you seize my vital regions for a full 24 hours!" [Name] wasn't able to noticed the smirk in time before she was lifted up and flung over Gilbert's shoulder. She gasped as she was carried towards Germany's house, hearing Gilbert's chuckle.

"Kesese~ That can be arrange♥"

England/Reader\America Magical Mistake (Smut)

You snickered to yourself as you snooped around England's basement for something that you could use with your prank you were going to pull. This was going to be so great, England wouldn't know what hit him. Maybe if you turned yourself into a talking animal or something, that would really be good. So you continued to look around on his shelves for a bottle of potion that could do just that. Looking around you seen several bottles, but nothing that you needed. But then, your eyes landed on a glowing pink bottle of something. The label was withered away, but it looked pretty so you figured you'd take this one. Grabbing it you ran back upstairs and around the corner of the hallway where you stopped and peeked around the corner.

You gasped seeing that England wasn't alone, but was with America. Pulling your head back around the corner you couldn't help but snicker. Not only were you going to get England, but you were going to get America too, this was just too good! Taking the bottle off the top you took a sniff of what was inside, it smelled good, like flowers. You smiled, if it smelled like this, this it had to taste good, or at least better then England's cooking. Putting it to your lips you leaned your head back and swallowed it all, licking your lips once you were done. You smiled, you didn't feel any different, so what gives. You gave a huff and walked around the corner into the room with England and America.

"Your magic sucks just as much as your cooking England!" You shouted out of anger as you stomped towards him, making him jump while he was sitting on the couch. He turned around looking baffled to see you in his house.

"[Name]? How the bloody hell did you get into my house!" England said standing up off the couch, only to have the bottle that you were holding being shoved into his chest. You pointed at it then to him, your finger right in front of his face.

"What kind of potion is that! I didn't even change into an animal! Your magic sucks big time England, I knew I should have went to Russia!" You crossed your arms over your chest and shook your head, heading America laugh behind England.

"Dude! That was a big time burn!" America said giving that annoying laugh of his, but he stopped when he heard England's gasp. Suddenly England reached out and grabbed your arms shaking you a tad bit roughly.

"[Name], don't tell me you drunk this, all of this!"

"Uh, yeah? Why what's wrong, it didn't work anyways so what's the big deal?"

"You idiot! That's not a Transformation potion that's a Aphrodisiac potion!" It took you a couple of minutes for his words to sink in, but when it finally did you blushed big time. Pushing yourself away you gasped from the feeling of England's fingers brushing against your shoulder, the median finally starting to work. A moan left your lips as you fell back into the chair behind you, your hands shooting up to your arms where England's finger brushed against you. Your body felt like it was on fire, and it didn't help one bit when America decided to run his finger across your shoulder. You shivered and gave a gasp while moving away from him, he chuckled.

"Hey England, [Name]'s body's really hot." England couldn't help but blush when he watched America's teeth take hold of your exposed skin on your neck and gently nibble. You wanted to scream from the tingles that all went right down towards your lower areas. You felt another mouth go to your other side, and a hand rub against your stomach making small circles.

"Stupid America, what do you think you're doing?" England's husky voice said, barely above a whisper. You heard America chuckle from your other side.

"The hero always pleases his lady." America said, his hand coming up and turning your face towards his, your lips grazing against his in a hot, heated kiss. You heard England growl and his hand go lower.

"Idiot, she's mine." At first, you were shocked when you'd learned about the potion. But as the day went on, you took back what you said about his potion making, it was so much better then his cooking.

South Italy/Reader\North Italy Love Like Whoa (Smut)

[Name] couldn't help but laugh while she watched the two Italian brothers fight with each other. She didn't really even remember how this fight had started in the first place. Last thing she remembered was she and Italy were sitting on the couch talking together. Italy had asked her if he could kiss her and she agreed. When he started to lean into her lips, Romano came out of no where and tackled him off the couch. You watched as Romano was chocking Italy while headbutting his head against his own. Romano was shouting something, but it was being spoken so fast and in Italian, she couldn't understand a single word of it.

"Big brother I can't breath! Big brother I can't breath!" Italy cried out while trying to stop his brother from choking him any further. [Name] finally realized that Romano wasn't playing anymore, not that he was playing in the beginning but still, he was really trying to kill little Italy! [Name] had to think of something fast, but what could she possibly do to completely stop Romano's attack on little Italy? Ahhhh, she remember what Spain had told her one day. She figured now would be the best time to put Spain's words into action. Jumping from the couch, [Name]'s hand shot out for Romano's hair curl.

In an instant Romano had stopped headbutting Italy and his hands loosened from around his throat. [Name] smiled to herself, bringing her finger up and around his curl one time before letting it go. Romano shook violently taking a step away from [Name] and Italy. [Name] smiled and turned towards Italy, who had tears in the sides of his eyes, and gave him a hug. She rubbed the top of his head softly whispering sweet words into his ear trying to ease the pain that Romano had caused. Italy moaned making [Name] stop and look at him, only to figure out that she had accidentally brushed up against his hair curl as well.

"Looks like [Name]'s feeling naughty today." Romano's husky voice reached her ears while feeling his arms wrap around from behind, sandwiching her between the two Italian brothers. She blinked a couple of times before she finally realized just where she had placed herself. Turning around slightly, she seen Romano's flirtatious smirk. [Name] smiled while giving an uneasy chuckle, turning back around to look at Italy she gasped. [e/c] orbs locked with honey brown ones, Italy had his eyes open. They were soft, warm, and inviting, something you always expected from him.

"I think we should teach [Name] that she can't just play with us. What do you think Feli?" Romano asked looking over at his little brother who gave a loving smile and nodded.

"Ve~ Let's have some fun♥"

Germany/Reader\Prussia Bad Romance (Smut)

This will become a Lemon later on, keep watching!

"Oi, oi, oi! West!" Prussia shouted as he strolled through the house looking for his little brother, Germany. Then again, it really wasn't Germany he was looking for, rather Germany's visitor that he had heard had came over. Once Prussia had caught ear that [Name] was over, he was fast to find her. Finally after looking for what had seemed like forever, Prussia had found her in Germany's office. He couldn't help but give one of his smirks as he approached behind her.

Seeing as how [Name]'s back was turned, she didn't notice Prussia sneaking up behind her. And poor [Name] never seen it coming. In an instant all the papers that she was holding were throwing up into the air, while a scream flew from her parted lips as Prussia tackled her from behind. Prussia had placed all his weight into his tackle, meaning that [Name] flew forward into Germany's desk. She had knocked off several things when she landed, her arms trapped underneath her chest from trying to catch herself in the fall.

There was no need to glance behind herself, she already knew who it was that had tackled her into the desk, the deep chuckle gave him away. Growling, she struggled slightly trying to free her arms that were underneath herself. When she failed, and noticed that Prussia made no motion to get off of her anytime soon she spoke up.

"Prussia, would you please get off of me?" She asked struggling a bit more before freezing and giving a small squeak of surprise when she felt one of Prussia's hand rub up and down the outside of her thy. Prussia chuckled again, while continuing to run his fingers lightly up and down her thy. He noticed that this made her struggle more, he also noticed the rising heat that came from her body. Leaning up and over her back, he pushed her into Germany's desk more, hearing a small groan as he did.

"Kesese~ You like that Frau?" Prussia's lips brushed against the shell of [Name]'s ear while he spoke. His hot breath running across her ear and on her neck. She squirmed more, rocking from side to side, trying to remove Prussia from her back. Prussia brought his free hand up to stroke the side of [Name]'s neck, moving some [h/c] hair out of the way of her neck. This gave Prussia a better view of her neck, a better grab for his lips. [Name] gasped, the feeling of Prussia nibbling on her neck sent shivers through her body. The occasional feel of his tongue brushing against the stop where he assaulted eased his nibbling just the slightest.

"Br-Bruder!" Prussia suddenly stopped upon hearing Germany's voice. Leaning up off of [Name]'s body, he glanced back behind him smirking at the flustered face of his little brother. Germany glanced around the room from the papers on the floor, to the very appealing [Name] that was being pushed against his desk. Germany felt his face heat up even more when he seen her wiggling underneath Prussia's grip.

"Ge-Germany, help me!" [Name] shouted trying her best to look behind her. She gave another squeak when she felt Prussia's hand start up on her leg again, his finger rubbing circles around her thy. Germany gave a big gulp as he locked eyes with Prussia's, seeing the look he was giving him he knew what he wanted done. Germany slowly shut the door behind him, locking it, before he started over towards Prussia and [Name]. Stopping behind her, he leaned down to her ear level.

"I'll help you [Name]." [Name]'s eyes widened, the tone that Germany was using wasn't the one she expected. His tone held lustful intentions that she did not quite care for at the moment, and that made her struggle even more. Hearing Prussia's chuckle again, she knew she was in trouble... oh was she in trouble.