Hetalia: S. Italy vs. CleverbotUser: Ciao. I am Italy Romano. Who the fuck are you?
User: No, what idiota?
Cleverbot: It states that a human cannot tell if he is actually human, or a brain within a vat that receives programmed stimuli.
User: What the hell? Who the fuck told you, that you could be a wise ass, eh?
Cleverbot: I saw the sky, and I learned that the color it was called was blue.
User: CHE PALLE!!! NO SHIT!!!!
Cleverbot: You have no plan what I am talking about.
Cleverbot: Is it hurting?
User: NOT YET BASTARDO! Did the potato bastard put you up to this? I bet he did!!!!
Cleverbot: I actually have never been to a Buddhist monastery, but was rather using the word 'zen' in the colloquial sense.
User: *hits head to keyboard* now it hurts...........
Cleverbot: *puts you back together*.
User: GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME, CAGNA!!!!
Cleverbot: You are mistaken, madame.
User: THE FUCK?!?!! I AIN'T NO RAGAZZA, STUPIDO!!!
Cleverbot: You are gramatically incorrect. You sai
A Storm is Coming- Merman!England/Reader- Part 4______ didn't know what compelled her to wake up so early (although she often watched the sun rise), so began to slide sleepily into a comfy shirt and jeans. She remembered that she and Arthur had planned a trip down to the cove, pleading internally that the weather would be good despite the crisp chill of the morning. Usually Arthur would have been awake at such times, so she padded into the halls of her parent's home, made a mug of tea and approached the door to the spare room. She was touched by what she saw.
Her lover was almost always as restless as the sea he'd came from, but for once he was peaceful.
Arthur was curled up on his bed with his unclothed back to the door. He was snoring softly, the faded patchwork blankets slipping tantalizingly from where they were bunched about his shoulders. What took her aback the most though was the mountains of books that her lover had acquired from the library and her own collection, some of them open and most of them littered across the bed
Lovebirds - Prussia x Reader - Chapter 1
[A/N: Read the prologue first.]
You were excited; today was, after all, the annual Choosing ceremony. You were [Name], a 16-year-old [h/c]-haired [e/c]-eyed beauty from the Region of Geroka. They said Geroka was near where [your home state] had been, hundreds of years ago. It was a fertile land, used for agriculture, but not without its more-than-fair share of advanced technology. However, there had been a severe drought recently, so food and water were being rationed. You hoped it would end soon, but it didn't look likely.
You were a bit nervous about your Choosing - you just hoped that later in life, once you had Bonded with your bird after two years, your soulmate would be a nice guy (or girl). You had no way of knowing for sure. You daydreamed about your ideal lover as you picked at your breakfast.
"[Name]!" your mother scolded. "You'r
Germany x Reader - Just Animals | Part 14
You placed Juwel down on the mound of fur and morphed back to your human form. Luckily, the two of you had managed to make it back to the den but Ludwig was not as fortunate. During your run back, you had hoped that he would have eluded the bear once you and Juwel had fled to a safe distance but he didn't.
As you examined your pup's wounded arm, you could only hope that Ludwig would eventually return. But at that moment in time, you could only focus on Juwel, you had to – her health was more important. Her survival was imperative.
“It doesn't look too bad,” you said as you slightly turned Juwel's bloodied arm. “It's already starting to heal but I'll put some poultice on it just to be safe.”
As you began to prepare a moist mass of herbs, Juwel failed to hold back a sniffle. She wiped the mucus flowing from her nose with her good arm and let out a pained sob.
“Oh, mama,” she cried. “I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Now papa is... N-Now papa
The Call of Magic Pt 3
In all of honesty it was nice to be outside rather than being cooped up reading a book. Then again…____ felt that that sounded more exciting than being lost with a clueless friend. “I think we’ve past this shop already, Lottie.” She said exasperatedly. Glancing at her friend, she sighed dejectedly at her.
“Aww, look at this kitty!” Lottie cooed at the small kitten that mewed at her. She knelt besides the small creature, petting its calico fur. Purring affectionately, the kitten arched its back, wanting more of Lottie’s touch.
“Aww, yes you are.” Lottie replied in a baby voice.
“Are you…umm…talking to the cat?”
“…Yes, yes I am.”
____ shook her head, a smile on her lips. Lottie paid no attention to her female companion, still conversing with a baby voice. “I know ____’s such a boring person. Do you think I should get her to socialize? (Mew) Aww, that’s a good idea, tak
Vampire! America x reader Mates 1A modern day vamp. I can do the same as many humans can; eat normal food, walk in daylight, eat garlic, go to church even though I'm not really religious, and walk across running water. Many of the myths that I have heard of is such crap, I laugh hysterically when I see or listen in on a heated twilight conversation. I do not sparkle like some pixie. For drinking blood, I drink blood of criminals and molesters. To me I believe myself to be a hero, since I'm killing off the villains of the world. I have never left America, my home country, that is why I call myself America; because I'm as old as the country itself. I just feel lonely from time to time. When I walk around, I see pretty girls walk on by... Some are very cute, the others seem to be walking with other guys or girls. I haven't seen one I would like to, well, you know, marry, or as the supernatural world calls it: mating. I want to find a mate. Unfortunately, there aren't many girls I would consider as my mate. Walking right
Can't live without you (Germany x Reader) part 2Growing up in the house of Ludwig Beilschmidt, (though he was more commonly known as Germany) you grew up proper, tidy, and thoughtful.
At least, that was when his superiors were around. When it was just the two of you, you were a complete dork and enjoyed passing the time with driving him crazy, and exercising.
At the moment, you were lounged on his couch, in quite a strange position. Your back was laying where the back of the legs and rear end would usually be positioned, with your head lolled off the side, your (h/c) hair acting like a waterfall until it reached the floor. One of your legs was leaned up against the back of the couch, and the other was on the arm.
This, in your opinion, was the correct way to sit on the couch.
A sharp knock at the door gained a glance from you, before it was opened up to reveal none other than one of your favorite Italians, Feliciano. He shouted his hello to the house and walked over to where you were sitting, an amused smile on his face.
Ghost!Hetalia X Psychic!Reader - Cease - Ch.13
Ghost!Hetalia X Psychic!Reader
Chapter 13- Mein Verlorene Liebe
“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer
“…. So…?” Feli beamed.
Your dull (eye color) eyes blinked. “Later, Its late. I’m still sick.”
Your legs trudged up and the stairs and that was the end of it.
The Next Morning~
“How about now? Story time huh?” Alfred said and swung his arm around your shoulder.
“No. I’m too tired.”
“Huh, its raining.” You mumbled as the liquid pounded the earth.
“Indeed it is. Now how about that life story belle…” Francis suggested.
You simply rolled your eyes and continued to drink your hot (drink).
It continued like that for 2 weeks: The soldiers constantly questioning you and your backstory. While you denied them or