Shiroyuki18

A strange Cafe. - Cat    Waitor!Hetalia x reader  By the dyslexic Author I always loved cats, and when there was a symbol of a cat on the scrolls I knew instantly. "That one" I point to the cat, feeling a little confident as the Japanese man smiles at me then speak into the microphone, "Mister Arthur Kirkland the cat of Gakuen!" the girls start to squeal as never before. The those big mahogany doors open, and a slim figure steps out, the pointy cat ears proudly wiggling on the top of the dandelion yellow locks, big fussy eyebrows that seemed to frame the face just perfectly casted a little shadow over emerald green eyes that seemed to have

It started like any other normal day...um, or as normal as a day can get for you at least. You were walking home from another boring day of school, honestly it was past boring, sitting all day in class writing an essay after essay about things like: Happiest moment in your life, Worst moment in your life, Most inspiring moments in your life... ‘Pft, like I can remember? I would have forget my own head at home if it wasn't attached to my body.’ You grimaced inwardly, the streets in your neighborhood where empty, not a human or a car in sight. This you found a bit strange, yet didn't think to much about it. Something cold dripped

HetaliaxCountry!Reader First meeting You took one last look at yourself in the mirror in your room. You wanted to look as formal as you could, it is your very first world meeting you are to attend to. You are a new small country, not with many inhabitans but you're well off. You didn't know may countries, you are good friends with Canada and Italy. So it's good that you know two countries now that you will meet so many more. The meeting is held in Italy, luckily it was in the same building as your room. You are really nervous since you will be presented in front of everyone before the meeting. One last glance and then you exited your room.

"Hey (m!name)! Wake up." You startled awake, (e/c) eyes wide. Above you was America, holding the fluffy mass known as Ameri-cat. The cat squeaked the hamburger in his mouth, causing you to laugh and the country to grimace slightly. You had given the cat the toy one day when he wouldn't stop bugging Iggy-cat, who was currently asleep on your lap, and America has to suffer many a night of his cat squeaking the toy in his ear, or so he said. You sat up, your  (s/c) hand petting the sleeping Scottish fold on your lap, taking the furry menace from America. Ameri-cat licked your chin as he purred quite loudly. His tail thumped into Iggy-cat, causin