AustriaxReader- Play that ...iPod? (Smule Piano)"Where could Italy have gone off to now...?" Austria searched all around his mansion. Somewhere, he heard a piano playing and someone singing. "Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens bright copper kettlesand warm woolen mittensbrown paper packages tied up with stringsthese are a few of my favorite things..."He rushed towards his beloved music room, someone playing HIS piano? Not on his watch. But when he came to his piano room, there was no one at the piano. In the back of the room, though, You and Italy were sitting on a comforter, with you playing on your iPod. SO it was YOU who was singing."Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudelsDoorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodlesWild geese that fly with the moon on their wingsThese are a few of my favorite things...Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashesSnowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashesSilver white winters that melt into springsThese are a few of my favorite things!"
All that glitters England x ReaderYou smiled as you felt the light breeze caress your face, the little snow flakes brush softly against your skin. You inhaled crisp winter air as you ran down the sidewalk, clutching a wrapped present in your arms and your scarf keeping you warm as you shivered. You knew that running in this cold would make you sweat, which would make you even more cold, but you didn’t care. It was Christmas and your best friend, Alfred, had invited you over for Christmas. Of course, that was the one morning you had overslept. Alfred lived just a few blocks away, so you didn’t need to take a cab to get there. But you were still late.You shut your eyes as they started to get dry from all the cold breeze rushing past you. You kept running until you bumped into somebody, making you fall backwards onto the ground (luckily your fall was cushioned by the snow) and fling your present somewhere.“Oh-! Sorry!”You heard the thick British accent as he reached a hand out. You gladly accept