Songfics of different countries that I had requested by other deviants.
Europe's Skies. - Spain x Reader. by HillsOfSilence, literature
Literature
Europe's Skies. - Spain x Reader.
"Now I'm home, but I cannot stay
I dream of you every day
Got to know every inch of you
Will you make my dream come true?
There's no place like home they say
You're my home, so hear me pray..."
You met Antonio on a rush hour train, but got to prosper the relationship very quickly. Your bag bumped into his, and you got pushed by a woman into his arms. Little did he know, you were only a business trip, and today was your departure.
You kept your leave a secret to Antonio, afraid he would stop you from going back to France. You missed your home, but yet:
Antonio had took over your heart by his warmth.
Yet you had no choice but to return to
Two Birds. - Prussia x Reader. by HillsOfSilence, literature
Literature
Two Birds. - Prussia x Reader.
Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away
And the other
Watches him close
From that wire
He says he wants to as well
But he is a liar
I'll believe it all
There's nothing I won't understand
I'll believe it all
I won't let go of your hand...
You had been dating Gilbert Beilschmidt for about a year and this year had been the best out of your (age) years. You were now sitting on the sofa, head on his lap and watching a romantic movie.
"Why can't you quit for me?!" The girl in the movie abruptly shouted, setting the bag of cigarette on fire.
Your eyes widen at the sudden movement of the boy, who slapped his girlfriend on the face. "What the fu
Thoughts. - Netherlands x Reader. by HillsOfSilence, literature
Literature
Thoughts. - Netherlands x Reader.
Netherlands.
The thought of Netherlands will never leaving, was it.
You placed a bucket over your head, knocking the side of the metal item.
Netherlands.
Netherlands.
You sighed, taking the bucket off your head.
"What are you doing, (Name)?"
To speak of the devil in daylight...
"N-Nothing, Neth!" You stuttered, holding the bucket behind your back with your hands.
"My little sister wanted to see you today, so I'm just here to see w-" Netherlands stopped talking as he saw you hiding something behind your back. "What are you hiding, (Name)?"
Your brows quarreled together. Hiding was useless from Netherlands. His eyes were too sharp. Yo
Oedipus. - Russia x Reader. by HillsOfSilence, literature
Literature
Oedipus. - Russia x Reader.
I'm the king's thirty second son
Born to him in thirty second's time
Born to him the night still young
Born to him with two eyebrows on
And that's all I was wearing
When I woke up staring at the world
My mom had been around the graves of queens
But not at all a sex machine
She liked to keep her body clean, clean
Thought the world to be quite obscene
But she retired to her chamber
And we remain quite strangers...
You had grown up to be a fair and fine lady in the large country of Russia. You had been taken in by the Braginski family years ago during a rigorous winter storm. Their youngest son Ivan was surely growing. As for Ivan's
Need You Now. - Egypt x Reader. by HillsOfSilence, literature
Literature
Need You Now. - Egypt x Reader.
Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor.
Reaching for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?
For me it happens all the time.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.
Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without.
I just need you now...
Gupta. He did always cross your mind whenever you didn't him to. You were cleaning your room the other day when a box of memories did scatter on the floor. Was this song really necessary to be playing itself right now?
Gupta and yourself had separated for about two w
Separate Lives. - Germany x Reader. by HillsOfSilence, literature
Literature
Separate Lives. - Germany x Reader.
Apparently a new neighbor just moved in town and you got his letter by mistake. Really, you've been wanting to meet this one chunk of a man, as your girlfriend had described.
... Really. It was nothing special.
Until you seriously see this guy.
His hair, a blonde slicked back with a few string of loose ones falling to his forehead.
Was that saliva dripping down from your mouth!? You wipe it away quickly before his blue eyes met your own, acknowledging your presence. You tried to study him a bit more.
He was about his twenties, tall, slender and the tank top just embraces his figure too perfectly.
"Gut
Seasons of Love. - Canada x Reader. by HillsOfSilence, literature
Literature
Seasons of Love. - Canada x Reader.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
Was there a meter known as life to be measured? Or life was just lived in the plain old style? You couldn't tell.
Matthew Williams was a very shy Canadian boy you just happen to fall in love with. Unexpectedly.
And it all started with a scale.
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?
If
Seasons Of Love : Switzerland x Reader by HillsOfSilence, literature
Literature
Seasons Of Love : Switzerland x Reader
The radio started in Switzerland's large mansion.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
Ch'yeah. It did feel exactly like five hundred twenty five thousand minutes waiting for Vash.
Vash had an attitude. The demanding type, the scary type, and the overprotective type.
...
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?
It was sun