| Semi - Automatic | 2P!Romano x 2P!Reader"I kinda like it when I make you cry."| Semi - Automatic | 2P!Romano x 2P!Reader
There's a perfectly good reason as to why Flavio is being suffocated by his own scarf right now.
Or at least, that's what he wants to tell himself. In all honestly, he doesn't think he deserves to have his most fashionable muffler tied across his mouth, not at all! No, because one, he can't actually breathe, and two, because he didn't do anything wrong.
Okay, living in this world, technically he did do something wrong. But was making conversation really such a bad thing? He didn't believe so—but then again, residing in the Parallel Universe of Second Players kind of clashed with that.
"Mmf, mmpf!" He whined, wriggling his hands behind his back (which were bound with a wrinkled old necktie that was most definitely not his), and kicking the passenger door softly because he didn't want to leave footprints on this kind-of-n
Regretless~ Nazi!Germany x ReaderRegretless~ Nazi!Germany x Reader
****This was inspired by the song 'Regretless' by Richard Walters. If you want, you could listen to it while you read this ^_^
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'You should've been a father to your mother,
You could've been a better brother,
But, oh, let it go...
Nobody liked wars.
Nobody. Not even the powerful (c/n), who didn't often get into battles, who fought hard for what she believed in.
And right now, Germany- one of (y/n)'s past friends- was causing quarrels that the girl knew might blossom into war from many past experiences.
That being said, the country had made a decision: to talk to Germany and prevent a war from occurring.
An autumn coat on her seemingly fragile shoulders, (c/n) walked determinedly toward the German border, toward the nearest guard that would analyze her (border regulations).