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AmericaXReader - Cheeseburgers    "WHAT IN THE NAME OF SUPERNATURAL ARE YOU DOING?!"
    "__________! U-uh, calm down!"
    "CALM DOWN?!"
    "LADY. CHILLAX, BROSKI."
    ". . . ."
    "I just made a terrible mistake didn't I?"
    "I'm going to murder you, Alfred F. Jones."
    "Can I finish this?"
    "ALFRED!"
    "IT'S MY LIFE, DUDE!"
    "Building a mini-statue of Liberty out of CHEESEBURGERS. IS YOUR LIFE?!"
    "You don't understand!"
    "I understand well enough, America!"
    "Why won't you let me live my life~~~" He started to fake-sob.
    ". . ."
    ". . ."
    "Why do I put up with you again?"
 
    "Because you love me~~~."
    ". . ."
    "You know you do, baby!"
    "When I dig your
EnglandXReader - Baking    "Iggy, can we please~~~~?" You pleaded.
    "_______, love . . .you know I can't--"
    "That's why I'm here!"
    "Love . . . ."
    "Pwease Iggy~~~!"
    "_________. . . "
    "Iggy, pwease~~~~~~"
    "Did Alfred teach you his bloody puppy dog look?"
 
    "Maybe~~"
    "Alright, we'll bake some bloody cookies!"
    "Yay!"
    "But, do you really want me to bake?"
    "Of course, I do, Iggy! I'll let you help me!"
    "Can I help?" Peter pipped in, tugging on your shirt.
    "No, you can't." Arthur snarled.
    "Iggy! I think Pe--"
    "Peter! I think we should let ye' brother and his girlfriend have some alone time."
    "ALLISTOR! GET YOUR BUTT UP AND OUT OF THIS KITCHEN, RIGHT NOW."
  
IrelandXReader - Siblings     "RORY KIRKLAND."
     "Crap."
    "GET. YOUR. IRISH. ASS. INTO. THE. KITCHEN."
    "Do I have ta'?"
    "RORY!"
He quickly walked into the kitchen, to see you fuming.
    "Aye?"
    "Why is your brother," You stepped over to show Seamus, "Holding his bloody head and saying that you whacked him?!"
    "I dunno."
    "Rory. Kirkland. You better answer, or so help me. . ."
    "He . . . . he tried taking my beer."
    "..."
    "_______?"
    "..."
    "______? Are you okay?"
    "..."
    "________?!"
    "I'm going to hurt you."
    "Ye can't, I'm a bloody country!"
    "In case you forget, so am I!"
    "Aye. . .right. . .crap."
    "Seamus, get some ice on that
CanadaXReader - Pancakes    "Mattie~~it's three in the bloody morning, what are you doing." You said, sleepily.
    "Making pancakes!"
    "It's three. In. The. MORNING."
    "Start early in the morning, you get more accomplished in the day."
    "Haha, like passing out in public because my boyfriend kept me up all night and not in a wrong way either. And if your perverted french kicks in, I'm kicking where the sun don't shine."
     "W-well, don't you s-sound wide a-awake."
     "Kumajirou woke me up, and the extreme loss of heat in the bed also."
     "Well, have some pancakes!"
     "I'm not hungry."
     "Eat some pancakes, it'll wake you up."
     "You know what will wake me up, the smell of burning food. Because that will happen to those damn pancakes, if I don't get my heat buddy back."
    
GermanyXReader - Chocolate   "I SWEAR, I'M GOING TO KILL SOMEBODY. AND SOON." You yelled.
   "________. . . calm down, please." Ludwig replied.
 
   "HOW CAN I FU--. . .How can I fudging calm down?!"
   "Zhere has to be a logical reason for zhis, ______. We don't need to kill anybody."
   "Oh no, Ludwig. He's going to die, and I'll make sure to make it slow and painful."
 
   "________. . .we can't do zhat."
   "Why the hell not?!"
   "That's, totally like, 50 cents, ______." Felix chipped holding up the 'Swear Jar'.
   "Here, this should cover my conversation, Felix." You threw $50 in the jar.
   "Okay!"
   "We can always get more of zhis, _______."
   "NO!"
   "JA!"
   "He stole it, Ludwig!"
 
   "It isn't zhat important, _______!"
 
   "DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK OF IT THAT WAY. IT. HAS. FEELINGS."
   "Nein. . . you can't kill
FranceXReader - Wine    "Are you sure you don't want any wine, _______? Zhere is enough for us~~."
    "You don't remember what happened last time when I drank wine?"
    "I only remember zhe best parts~~."
    "I nearly choked your friends."
    "Zhat is nonsense!"
    "Really? I can call Prussia and Spain up right now."
    "..."
 
    "Oh alright, give me the damn bottle."
    "Oh but you must share it with me~~"
   
    "Give. Me. The. Bottle."
    "..."
    "Now, France."
    "So, no wine for moi? You know, I was 'oping to get you somewhere qui--"
    "Don't even think about it, Francey-pants. Or I'll kick where the sun don't shine."
    "Point taken, ________."
ScotlandXReader - BooksAllistor lightly knocked on your door, waiting for you to open it. After a while, he didn't even hear a sound move in your room. Sighing, he opened the door, to see you face down on your bed, a book in your hand. You looked like you were about to throw the book, but you weren't.
    "______? Ye okay, lass?" He asked, making his way towards you.
    "Why do I read this accursed things?!" You replied, lifting your head up, "Every time I get a favourite character, they get killed off! Every. Single. Time!"
    "Well, what happened to ta' character now?"
    "Spike through the heart, decapitation, then was given a viking funeral(A/N: You put the person into a boat, light a match, throw it into the boat, and kick the boat away.) and that's pretty much it."
    "Well, at least it's better than ta' last character ye liked."
    "SHUT UP! T-they didn't deserve to kill the dog! Who murders a dog? That's ju
Scottish Stereotypes..
Alistair Kirkland, let out a huge breath of smoke, as he peered down over the couch arm to see his friend (your name) flipping open a laptop screen.

“What are ye doin'?” he asked, his thick accent made her want to swoon.

“I want to ask you some questions.” she answered, hoping her friend would agree instead of finding a bypass to avoid it.

“Fine then.” he grumbled. “But be quick.”

By then, (your name) was already on the apparent 'site' and began to scroll down the page.

“Is is true that Scottish are all gingers?”

Alistair looked to the top of his head to see a little glimps
French Stereotypes..
 "Francis, is it true french people drink wine like water?"

The blond haired french-man looked over at his friend (your name), and a smile appeared on his face.

"Well I love za wine~" he laughed. "But non. It's not drunk like water-"

"Is is true french wash less often than others?"

He nearly screamed. Well he did, just in a non-many way.

"Zat is not true (your name)! I love to be clean!" he flipped his hair with a wink, making (your name) smrik and turn back into her seat.

"What are you doing anyway?" Francis peered over his friends shoulder to see 'French Stereotypes' on the screen. He didn't seem to happy about it.

"(Your name)
Russian Stereotypes..
 "Everyone drinks Vodka?"

The tall Russian man names Ivan, looked up to his dear friend (your name), who was 'supposed' to be looking for information about America. Don't ask why he wanted HER specifically to do it, maybe it was because he just liked seeing her. But for now, he was wishing he hadn't.

"No (your name)." Ivan replied, although chuckling to himself since HE was drinking vodka at the moment himself.

"Is Russia cold all year round?" (Your name) asked again, still looking at the computer screen in front of her.

Ivan felt like it was going to burn her eyes.

"No no (your name) it's not. But, why are you-"

"Russians only own
Canadian Stereotypes..
 "Do canadians kids ride polar bears to school?"

Matthew Williams, also known as Canada, peered up from his newspaper to look at his friend, (your name) glaring into the computer screen in front of her.

"Uh...no (your name), we don't ride polar bears at all." he said, flipping to a new page without hassle.

"Okay." she sighed, making a funny shape with her tounge while waiting for the next page to load. Matthew gave her a little look before looking back blushing. She's so damn cute, he thought.

"Do canadians play hockey all the time?"

Matthew gave a puzzling look before finally answering.

"N-no. Some don't play hockey at all much les
ScotlandxReader~Kilt Facts The moment the screen went black, you nearly screamed. Curse this bloody storm! Because of it, the paper you'd written about 'Scottish men and their kilts' was now completely gone.

'Dammit!' You thought, wishing to tear out your hair. 'I knew I should have saved it!'
Thinking quickly, you called up the only country you knew would have the proper information about such a thing. Scotland.

Who else?

Luckily, the phone lines weren't dead yet, so as the line on the other end began to ring, you sighed with relief. This paper was due monday, and you'd been so busy having fun with other countries and your friends, you totally forgot. So now it w
Italian Stereotypes..
 "Feliciano can I ask you a question?"

A happy-go-lucky italian lifted his head from his bowl of pasta to see his friend (your name) using his computer.

"(N)-(Your name)!? How'd you ah get in my house-"

"Are Italian's all loud?"

Feliciano looked almost offended.

"N-no. Bu-but why are you-"

"Is it true most to all italians are fat and hairy?"

The italian man's eyes widened. His brows then made a depressed look.

"No (Your name)! See! Look at me!"

(Your name) turned to see her italian friend point to himself, and taking a look at hm she knew that wasn't true. Well..for him at least.

"Is that all (your name)? I would like to-"

(Y
ScotlandxReader Pocket Watch
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Pocket watch.
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These are the human names I'm using for the Kirkland Brothers   :3

Wales- Dylan
Ireland- Seamus
North Ireland- Sean
Australia- Jett
Scotland- Allistor
England- Arthur
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"Can I get this mummy?!" Your six year old son held up the package of sweets excitedly.
You held back a tired sigh.  "Of course honey."

Colin squealed with delight, tossing the package into your shopping cart. You allowed your self a small smile.

He alternating between sitting in the cart and walking next to you during the sh
German Stereotypes..
 "(Your name) vhat are you looking at?" Ludwig, also known as germany, replied standing above the (h/c) haired girl sitting at his computer. She was hardly paying attention, just glaring at the screen in front of her.

"Hmm.." was all he got from her. Sighing, he grabbed a newspaper and began to read it while still staring at her, wondering what on earth she was doing.

"Is it true all Germans are mean and tough?"

Ludwig took a moment to understand what she was asking, making sure he didn't take it the wrong way.

"No (your name), why vould you think something like zat-"

"Are Germans always angry?"

His face began to heat up. It was lik
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    "Allistor, how many beers have you had?"

    "I thought *hic* ye was keepin' track!"

    "You're drunk, so stop drinking."

    "I'm bloody fine, lass!"

    "Five minutes, before you pass out."

    "What ye say?"

    "Nothing."

    "Give me a another beer, would ye?"

    "Four minutes."

    "Are ye *hic* listening to me?"

    "No more beers, Allistor."

    "Why not?!"

    "Unless you want me to cut your tongue out, burn it, and then take all of the beer out of the house and give it to Ireland. Then . . STOP. DRINKING."

    "Ye ain't giving that wanker nothing!"

    "Try me."

    "I will, ye bloody woman. . "

    "One minute."

    "I *hic* swear that you've *hic* been on my case all night."

    "Tick tock, the clock rings zero."

THUD. You smirked, watching your boyfriend pass out muttering something about his brothers. 'Oh, payback is going to be a bitch in the morning, love.' You thought, starting to help him up.

     "I'm fine, he said, I won't pass out, he said."

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ScotlandXReader - Beerby ~MissKensi

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SCOTTIE, :iconsuperglompplz:, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR CUTE ACCENT. OMAKIMNDGIAFNG. You don't know how much fun I had writing this xD! Now, who's going to be next? PRUSSIA or IRELAND, who do you want to see next?

**Mini-Series**
:iconsexygermanyplz:Germany: [link]
:iconsexyengland2plz:England: [link]
:iconsexyamericaplz: America: [link]
:iconsexycanadaplz: Canada: [link]
:iconsexyfranceplz: France: [link]
Ireland: [link]

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Hetalia, Scotland, England (c) :iconhimaruyaplz:
You (c) :iconsexyscotlandplz:
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Mood: Daily Needs ~Sushi-Cutie 5 days ago
I love being Scottish and Irish. :P I hate alcohol, though. So I guess I don't quite fit the stereotypes. I'm not sorry about that, though.
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~MissKensi 5 days ago  Student Writer
It's fine, m'dear! It's perfectly normal not to like alcohol!
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Mood: Joy ~Sushi-Cutie 4 days ago
Lol, most of my nationalities are stereotypically big drinkers, yet I'm not a follower.^O^ I'm German, Irish, Scottish, English, Polish, Native American, and American. :P
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!Jyynx11 May 3, 2013  New member Student General Artist
Told ye ye'd knock off.
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Mood: Love ~BlueLight01 Apr 14, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!
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~MissKensi Apr 14, 2013  Student Writer
Danke :3!
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Mood: Joy ~BlueLight01 Apr 14, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Bitte!
(Your welcome!)
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~idingdongditchyou Feb 4, 2013
are you still making these?
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~MissKensi Feb 4, 2013  Student Writer
Yes, I am. But, I'm currently finishing one of my series before starting these up again.
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Mood: Joy ~scrougeofares Jan 31, 2013
Really good - I reckon you nailed the accent!
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