Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 3- The First"--And-a you can stay with Feliciano in-a his quarters," Lovino said, in a surprisingly kind tone. He set a gloved hand on the door to Feliciano's room. You shot him a weird look, holding your bulky new Assassin clothing in your arms, "Why don't you stay with him? He's your brother, after all."Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 3- The First3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I can't-a stand my brother," He began, rolling his eyes slightly, "All-a he talks about is-a pasta and pizza, It's-a all so obnoxious " He opened the door, casually stepping inside. Feliciano had been sent on something called an "ingredient gathering mission", so Lovino was showing you around, helping you get your armor and cloak, and so on.
Apparently it was very important, because Feli was sent off not long before he brought you to the Assassin's Den.
You carefully stepped inside behind Lovi, looking around. Feliciano's room was messy, several weapons just nonchalantly scattered about at dangerous angles (such as the blade of a scimitar on the ground facing you and Lovino), along with nu
Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 4- The New AssassinYour cheeks got more and more flushed by the minute. How did he randomly teleport into your bed?!Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 4- The New Assassin3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Trying to avoid contact with him, you placed your hands against his chest and tried to gently push Feliciano away from you. His brows furrowed at the shove, and made a soft noise in his sleep before wrapping his arms tighter around you. Now you found yourself pressed even closer to the Assassin's chest. You felt warm and safe, though you desperately tried to push that feeling to the back of your mind. You tried to squirm away in one last futile attempt, and eventually gave up.
After a while of letting him sleep in silence, you heard a loud yawn next to you. You glanced over to see Feliciano blinking the sleep out of his eyes. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before he gave a big smile, still clinging to you, "Morning, mia bella."
"Good morning Feli " You muttered, blushing still. He flipped some hair out of his face, "Are you-a okay, [F/N]?" He asked, giving you a con
Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 2- The Brotherhood"What do you say, bella?~"Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 2- The Brotherhood3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You blinked, uncertainty starting to creep in. You had always worked alone in your work, but you had always felt as if something were missing. It could be a number of things, you thought. Being part of a family, using your gift for a cause bigger than yourself... Or maybe even you just wanted to be with Feli a bit longer. You liked his attitude- you've never experienced this much happiness at once, and it seemed as if he had enough for the both of you.
It's not like anything was holding you back, after all. You gave a quick glance around- the streets were cleared except for you, Feliciano, and the lifeless bodies of guards and Arquebusiers downed by Lovino.
You continued to stare into his eyes for a moment- in them, you could see nothing but warmth and kindness. They were definitely something you wouldn't want to ever leave.
"O O-okay." You gave a short nod. "Really?!" Feliciano asked, his smile getting bigger, if at all possible. "That is-a fantastic!"
Bosnia-Herzegovina [APH]"Hello, old friend," Croatia spoke, his voice low and calm. He slowed his pace to a lagging walk before entirely stopping in front of his comrade. Bosnia-Herzegovina was stationed on the ground, bracing his knees against his chest. Croatia could visibly see the other man's beaten and bruised face, his sides heaving in aching, gnawing pain.Bosnia-Herzegovina [APH]3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Bosnia scarcely acknowledged him, "Hello "
Hearing the pathetic rasp in his voice, Croatia slowly sat down next to him. He knew what was wrong- the personification of his fellow European country was being ravaged by his internal conflicts. Violent incidents continue to occur within the man's mind. Croatia quit the Yugoslav federation, and Bosnia wished to follow. Unfortunately, half of him wanted to secede and the other did not.
The Croatian man took the upmost care as he gingerly set a hand amid the Bosnian's shoulders, attempting to comfort him. He could feel intense heat emanating from his friend's seething wounds concealed under his torn, wa