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Al F. Jones. Blood red are his eyes, reddish-brown is his hair, and tanned is his skin. One of the most sexiest men in your high school, however he was also one of the scariest for some. He's killed many and doesn't take crap from anyone. He is 18 years old and currently has a mega crush on you, though you didn't know. He was your best friend and your crush. The both of you had met in the second grade. .:FLASHBACK:. You happily skipped over to a slide and waited for your turn. You were as happy as can be, your (e/c) gleaming. You stood in front of the slide and you were about to go down until, a boy named Eduard von Bock, pushed you. You tu

"I'm a superhero!" the small boy yelled as he ran, small feet pounding on the ground. A small, red cape flew out behind him, a plastic "S" burned onto the fabric. He giggled loudly as he was picked up, delicate, thin arms wrapping around his torso. "Let me down! Let me down!" he screeched, laughs making his words almost intelligible, this fact was accompanied by the lisp he had with his two missing front teeth. "Who's my hero?" the girl asked, her (h/c) locks falling over her face. The little boy laughed, bright blue eyes wide. "I am! I am!" he said, then smiled even louder when she nodded in affirmation. "Yes you are!" Then, without warni

Daddy!RussiaXMommy!Reader: Baby You were silently rocking back and forth in your chair with a small smile on your lips as you rub your huge belly. Humming quietly as you looked out the window as well staring at white snow outside. It always snowed in Russia and you loved it. The scenery was breathtaking and you loved the cold. "I can't wait to hold you in my arms little one," you said talking to your stomach. In a few days it would be 9 months and you were getting excited to finally hold your child. "__-________?" someone said. You look up from your belly to one of the youngest Baltic who was hiding behind the doorway. "Yes?" you said tilt

Daddy!AmericaXMommy!ReaderXChild!Canada: Kisses You were silently cooking in the kitchen making dinner for your family the silence although was disturbed when you heard a loud noise come from the living room. You wondered what it was. "Mama! Mama!" a little blonde boy cried running toward you. You look at the small boy clinging to your leg. "What's wrong Mattie?" you said kneeling down to the five year olds height. The small blonde boy looked up with tears streaming down his face. You gasped when you saw that his forehead was red. "I-I fell on my face," he said quietly in between his crying. "My poor baby!" you said and lifted him up into

Daddy!EnglandxMommy!ReaderxChildren! You woke up quite early in the morning. You yawned quietly covering your mouth. Sitting up you looked around to see your husband fast asleep with your 6 year old child named Alfred snuggling next to him. You smiled at this and commented in your head on how cute it looked. You looked at your 5 year old child named Matthew he was wide awake and staring you with those big cute eyes. "Good morning mama," the small boy quietly said rubbing his eyes. "Your up early sweetie," you said and kissed his forehead. "Did you have a good night's rest?" you asked him getting out of the bed quietly. "Yes mama," the smal

Bright blue eyes watched you and his little Canadian son, sitting contently in your lap, laughing and giggling. Oh, how it irritated Francis Bonnefoy. Don't misunderstand, Francis loved Matthew to death; after all, those wide, violet eyes, wavy blond locks, and that toothy childish grin were priceless. Top it all off with a shy and forgiving personality, and you had an A+ child on your hands. The one problem was that dear, sweet Matthew was currently getting all of your attention when Franis planned to spend the day together, just you and him. And, to be ignored by his mon amour pissed the Frenchman off more than anything else. In fact, wh

Daddy America x Mommy Reader x Child Canada:  The Special Seed You and your husband Alfred F. Jones were sitting in the family room.  He was reading the newspaper and you were knitting a blanket for you're expecting another child.  Where is your first?  Little Matthew was up in his room drawing a picture; he said something earlier about it being a surprise for you.  As you finished up on today's knitting, you hear the pitter patter of little feet coming your way.  You feel a little body press up to your knee and you look down to see Matthew up against your knee, holding a picture.  "Hi Mommy!" he said with a wide smile on his face.  You put