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“Good night Matt, I love you.” You whispered to your five year old daughter, tucking her in next to her twin who was already sleeping soundly. Closing the door with a quiet click, you sighed and let a few hot tears slide down your face, sometimes it hurt how much Mathilde was like her father. And the others reminded you of their uncles. Mathilde had her father’s looks, blond hair always sticking up everywhere, a grin brightening her face, and a spark of mischief in her eyes whose color mirrored yours. Unfortunately, she also had her father’s personality, causing her to get into trouble where you didn’t think th

Note: THIS. IS. SELFCEST. I can never find any decent selfcest fics, so I'm writing my own. Slightly dirty pick up lines ahead! Matt, Allen, Alyssa (Fem!2p!America), and Maddie (Fem!2p!Canada), were all sittin in the living room in a silence only broken by the tv as Matt flipped through the channels. "Hey, Matt." Maddie spoke up. "Yeah?" "Is your ass a maple tree? Because I'd tap that." . . . "What." "You heard me." Allen and Alyssa both had their hands clamped over their mouths to keep from laughing, while Matt stared at the nearly identical girl on the other end of the couch. "Do you have a hockey jersey? Cause I need your name a

Father!England x Child!Reader: Little Ears Arthur groaned, all he wanted was a quiet afternoon with (Name) and Susan.* Is that too much to ask? (*Yes, I'm your mother in this story. If you have a problem you can go straight to your room young lady/man/alloftheabove) But no, his brothers had to come over and spoil that. He heard his wife's laughter from the sitting room as she conversed with the Irishman and the Australian, leaning up against the kitchen counter and running a hand through his hair he let out a sigh, ignoring the Scotsman next to him. "Arthur, urr ye even listening tae me?" A hand waved in front of the Brits face. "No Alisto

Father!Finland x Mother!Reader: The Talk "(Name)!" You heard footsteps pounding down the hallway towards the living room where you were sitting and reading by the fire. "Yes Tino?" You asked, wondering why your husband looked so worked up when he ran in. "It happened." The Finnish man held you by the shoulders and stared into your eyes. "What happened dear?" "It's (Daughters Name)." "What's wrong? Is she sick?" "No. She just told me- that she-" He was stumbling on his words, and you could see the beginnings of tears at the corners of his eyes. You placed down your book hurriedly and pulled him to the couch next to you, wrapping your ar

The world conference was the same as any other. Pure and total chaos. Though, there was one country that wasn't paying attention to any of it. (Well, technically there were two, but Greece was sleeping, so he doesn't count.) England, also known as Arthur Kirkland. He was reading a spell book, quietly murmuring the spell that would help his cooking skills. But a certain Frenchman had different plans. "Bonjour Angleterre, pourquoi ne mettez-vous pas en bas de ce livre. " he whispered in the Brits ear, causing a yelp of surprise to escape the Englishman's lips. "You idiot!" England seethed, "Who knows what you've done!" The spell book he held st