ReaderXSweden: Undo You gazed at yourself in the mirror. Your long, curly, (h/c) locks, falling down around your shoulders, your plump, lightly-glossed lips, Your (e/c) eyes had a certain glimmer in them today, and your soft (s/t) skin practically glowed. It was your 1 Year anniversary with your boyfriend, Mathias.ReaderXSweden: Undo by TheGirlOfManyFandoms
You had been introduced to Mathias by his cousin, Berwald. Berwald has been your best friend since Preschool, when he saved your beloved stuffed rabbit, Lollie, from being thrown in the lake by Gilbert Belschmidt and his little cronies, Francis and Antonio. The two of you had done almost everything together. Gone trick-or-treating together, been in the school choir, studied together before big tests, you went to his hockey games, and he went to your (extra curricular activity you do) (games/ performances) and many other things. You began to gather feelings for him in the eighth grade. You still had those feelings, but you knew there was no way on Earth he'd like you
~ Love ~ (Norway x Reader) When Lukas Bondevik shared his feelings, everyone was certain that the world was coming to an end. Sharing feelings of love, however, was completely unheard of. It must've been impossible for him, with his seemingly iced-over heart.~ Love ~ (Norway x Reader) by Seaskye
One day, this was, to every country's utter astonishment, proven wrong.
Lukas Bondevik, the representative of Norway and a very quiet, shy, and seemingly emotionless man, was in love (might I stress the fact that he was actually in love?). At first, Mathias- one of his friends (though he certainly hated to admit it) and the representative of Denmark- had thought it was a joke. He had taken a gulp of the beer he was drinking and had laughed, "Hey, come on Lukas! Don't joke around like that!"
This hadn't gone over well. "What in hell makes you think I'm joking?!" the Norwegian snapped, scowling at Mathias as though he'd just torn up that adorable, cuddl
Hacker!Hey Friends, I know you've probably got a lot of these in your news feed already but I wanted to make sure you guys saw it anyways.Hacker! by Cheshire---Kat
The hacker does vital region pictures around in the account page and writes in journals: "I hate you all, go die" And he will also remove all your watches.
If this happens to me, then you know that it isn't me. I write this journal to warn everyone here. i suggest you copy this journal and warn your watchers as well. I think the hackers will not have more fun with hacking you if you and your watchers already know what could happen. You might get this message multiple times from multiple people of your watch list, but its better then not getting it.
Spread the word!
This hacker is going around and hacking into other people's accounts to block your friends so that your friends block you, get you in trouble, and could get you banned from DeviantART. If you get this warning, copy and paste this into your Journal and spread this to everyone.
Christmas Surprise! (S!H!Norway X W!Reader)Christmas Surprise! (S!H!Norway X W!Reader) by 12sayuke45uchiha67
A/U: This is a request and a Birthday present for BrokenCher-san. Though I am one day late because I went to another family bonding trip. So...Happy Belated Birthday! May you have the best day of your life and that your wishes may come true. I hope you will like this present of mine hehehe
Warning: Swear and mention of half-nudity.
The clock struck 12 and the Christmas holiday started. Most were happy except one particular woman, her name is (F/N) Bondevik. A beautiful woman with (H/L) (H/S) (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. At first, she happily celebrates Christmas with the people who were able to go to Norway to celebrate Christmas. She was about to tell her husband, Lukas about it but remembered that he's currently in a war. It's been 5 months si
Prince!Sweden x Maid!Reader: Me? ProloguePrince!Sweden x Maid!Reader: Me? Prologue by Ikezhecool
I watched all the other kids play with each other in the orphanage playground, running around and having a good time. Not me. I didn't have any friends unlike everyone else. I was a loner. Nobody wants to play with me--or even look at me. That's why I always play with him.
He was a boy, about my age, and he always played with me. Sometimes he brought his friend, which was fun, or he was followed by 3 boys, which was rather...unsettling. But the best times were with him alone--we had the best time.
It was dangerous, going into the forest and into the "real world". At least that's what the kids say. We never ever left the orphanage...Unless we were adopted. I always sneaked to the "Real world" and played with the little boy--1:30 PM (afternoon) sharp-- in the playground. It wasn't as big as the orphanage one, but it was wonderful.
That was, until...
" (Name)?" The Swedish boy asked as he approached the little girl.
" What is it?"
" ...M-my dad said we were going to mov