Hetalia ItalyxReader - Stuck In a Box
". . . Ready or not, here I come!"
At one of Alfred's parties, we all decided to play hide and seek, Alfred, of course, being "it". I ran into one of the back rooms, spotting an unlocked footlocker. After stepping inside it and making myself comfortable, I closed the lid, being careful not to lock it.
Several minutes passed, and I wasn't found by anyone else. A few moments later, I heard someone frantically stagger into the room, closing the door behind them. There was a short pause before the lid to the footlocker opened, leaving me exposed. I wasn't caught, though, because the person standing before me was my cute little red-headed Italian friend, Feliciano Vargas.
"Oh, _____," he stammered. "I didn't know you were in here"
"Yo, Feli~! Where'd you go~?" called Alfred teasingly.
"Eep!" Feli squeaked, jumping into the footlocker with me. The lid closed with a loud slam, pushing Feli down on top of me.
"Feli!" I whispered loudly. "Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!"
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"Alfred! Where are we going?!" I said as Alfred pushed me along through his gigantic house.
He snickered. "You'll see~!"
I rolled my eyes.
We arrived at a door, which Alfred opened and shoved me into the room, closing and locking the door. It turns out the room wasn't a room-- it was a closet. It was a small, empty closet, barely able to fit two people.
Wait. Two people. . .
I banged my fist on the door. "Alfred Foster Jones! Get me out of this closet, or so help you, I will--"
Before I could say any more, the door opened and Arthur was pushed in. The door closed, pushing Arthur closer to me. I could see his emerald green eyes staring at me through the darkness. My face heated up, and I felt his heat up as well.
"Ah. . . Arthur. . ."
"Oh, _____," he muttered. "H-Hello, love. . ."
"Um. . . Did Alfred drag you in here, too?"
He nodded. "Yes. He didn't even bother explaining to me why."
"Ah. . ."
He didn't know, but I did. Alfred knew about my crush on Arthur; he probably thought t
Hetalia SpainxReader - Stuck In a BoxHetalia SpainxReader - Stuck In a Box3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!"
The Spaniard turned around at the sound of his name being called. His eyes fell upon _____, his best friend for as long as he could remember (excluding Gilbert and Francis, of course). His lips curled up into a happy smile when he saw her-- even though she was glaring daggers at him.
"Hola, bonita," he said with the big grin still on his face. "How have you been?"
"Oh, just fine, thank you," she replied, crossing her arms. There was a razor-sharp edge building in her voice.
"What's the matter, bonita? You okay?"
"Oh, yeah!" She stomped past him angrily, heading inside the house. "Everything's peachy-keen!"
Antonio turned his head in her direction, furrowing his brows. "Bonita?"
_____ stepped into the house where Gilbert and Ludwig (and currently _____) lived, furiously kicking off her shoes after wiping her feet.
"_____! _____!" called a voice frantically from the hallway.
_____ saw Gilbert running toward her with a panicked look on his face.
"What is it,
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I turned my head to see my boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was running toward me with his arms flailing in the air.
"What is it, Gil?" I asked.
"Gilbird's gone missing!" he said, panicked.
"Oh, no! Do you want me to help you look for him?" If it were anyone else's pet, I wouldn't have bothered. But it was Gilbird, and he was just so cute that I had to find him-- and he was my boyfriend's bird, after all.
Gil nodded. "Ja, thanks."
So we looked. And looked. And looked. We looked all through Gil's and Ludwig's house and property, but there was no sign of the little bird. After about an hour of searching, Francis and Antonio came bursting through the front door.
"Hola, mis amigos!" shouted the Spaniard.
"Bonjour, our Prussian friend!"
I straightened up from looking under the couch to look at the duo. "Hey, guys. Now might not be a good time to hang out with Gil. Gilbird's missing."
Francis put his hand to his mouth. "Mon Dieu! That's horrible!"
"Anything we can do?" aske
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"Feliciano can I ask you a question?"
A happy-go-lucky italian lifted his head from his bowl of pasta to see his friend (your name) using his computer.
"(N)-(Your name)!? How'd you ah get in my house-"
"Are Italian's all loud?"
Feliciano looked almost offended.
"N-no. Bu-but why are you-"
"Is it true most to all italians are fat and hairy?"
The italian man's eyes widened. His brows then made a depressed look.
"No (Your name)! See! Look at me!"
(Your name) turned to see her italian friend point to himself, and taking a look at hm she knew that wasn't true. Well..for him at least.
"Is that all (your name)? I would like to-"
(Your name)'s eyes glared onto the screen before laughing out loud. Feliciano still didn't look to happy.
"What is it now (your)-"
"Is is true italians have ties with the mafia?" she began to laugh again. "Wow."
Feliciano poked his friend in the shoulder. (Your name) turned her head to be..extremely close to his. She didn't even know he was there.
"Those things aren'
Spin the Bottle (Italy x reader)“It’s your turn _____”, Francis said gesturing towards the empty soda bottle on the floor, and he winked at you.Spin the Bottle (Italy x reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“I’d rather kiss a dead 2p neko version of you, Francis”, you said coolly he made a face and stuck his tongue out.
Yep, that was you, a sharp-tongued; vixen only had eyes for the cheerful kind Italian, feli.
Oh, he didn’t know of course, the perfect little angel was too good for someone like you; at least, you thought so.
You knelt down and spun the bottle hoping you would get a female hugging a total stranger was a lot better than kissing someone like Francis.
It seemed to spin forever before stopping slowly pointing at Feli. You turned a brick red he failed to notice.
“Ve~! I got ____! you have to kiss me don’t to Bella?” you swallowed hard and nodded at the floor. You shuffled over to him pale as a ghost, you took a shaky breath and planted a gentle kiss on his lips.
Before you could pull away all in an instant,
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You moaned as the sound of your cell phone went off. Grumbling about how stupid people can be and how impolite it was to call at 3 o'clock in the morning you stumbling around your room trying to find your phone.
"Who is it?" you asked completely out of it.
For a moment you didn't recognize the voice, but that accent you could defiantly place, "Italy? What on earth are you doing calling at three?"
"R-Romano and I need your hel-ahhhhhh!"
You heard a voice in the background, "Hang up the damn phone idiota!"
"B-but fratello, _________ can help us ah ah ah ah ah!!"
"Italy, are you alright?" you asked into the phone, "Italy? Italy?" Then the phone went dead. Groaning you put on your shoes and grabbed your car keys. "What has that idiot gotten himself into now?"
Tired out of your mind you made your way to Italy's house.
Thanking God that Italy had given you a spare you unlocked the door and walked into his house. There say the two Italy brothers fussing over…hair…
"Hair?" you a
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...in a playroom.
Oh wow, Looks like America kept a playroom. That's nice. Sitting up, you found yourself on a Merry-go-round. "Sweet Arceus, How big did this house even get?!" You shouted.
'Aw, Wait. What.' You looked around. Toy, Toy, Man, Toy, T-Wait, What? Turning back to the man lying on his side, you crawled over to him, only to find it was Feliciano. "Feli?"
Feliciano's eyes fluttered open and for the first time you saw the amber orbs that had been hidden behind those eyelids. "Hm...?Oh, Hi Bella~!" Feliciano exclaimed, hugging you.
"E-Eh...Hi, Feli." You replied, patting his head. "What brings you here tonight?" You asked. "Germany said He was going to a Party with Prussia and Japan, and I wanted to follow~!" He said. You sighed as he rambled on and going off topic.
You loved the bubbly italian, but you didn't want to ruin your friendship.
"Oh, that's right!" Feliciano suddenly said, letting go of you. "What?" You asked. "I wanted to ask you something." He said, pulling
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"Sweetie, Feli's here," she said. (Name) got up from her chair and opened her room's door. She saw Feliciano Vargas behind her mother, who waved at her. She wasn't expecting him to be here, but she decided not to say anything. "Dad and I are going out for a while. Take care of the house, okay?"
(Name) nodded. "Alright, bye, Mom." That meant it was only her and Feliciano in the house when they left.
When the two heard the undeniable click of the closing front door, Feli decided to speak. "Ciao, (Name)!"
"Hey, there, Feli. Not to be rude … but what are you doing here…?" she asked, letting him enter the room and sit on the edge of the bed.
"I-I'm sorry, it was a last minute decision, but…" He figeted with his fingers a little. "T-this is a little personal…"
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The door was opened, and you saw the darker-haired of the two Italian brothers glaring at you. Oh, great...
"Hi, Lovino," you said, smiling sweetly and waving. Your cute grin caused him to blush a bit. "Is Feliciano around?"
He scowled and his hazel eyes flashed. "Hell if I know," he snapped, and slammed the door in your face.
You sighed, not really expecting any other response from the constantly PMSing guy. You'd think he could at least be civil one day of the year...
Glancing around as if your bubbly friend would pop
Seven minutes in heaven-Italy"_______ got Feli!" Alfred yelled. You looked at the packet of pasta in your hand and smiled. You and the cute bubbly italian had been friends for a while and he had taught you how to cook countless pasta dishes. You had fallen for him hard. His wimpyness all the way up to that adorable curl on his head. You had a good idea what that curl did, but you never dared try it.Seven minutes in heaven-Italy3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were then pulled into a hug by the hyper pasta lover and pulled to the closet.
"Vee~! Hello bella!" He said, once you were inside.
"Hey Feli. Oh, you want the pasta back right?" You asked him, holding the packet out to him. You could see him nodd in the dim light and take the packet, placing it somewhere in his hoodie. You liked what he was wearing. A pair of baggy blue jeans, a white t-shirt and an italian flag hoodie.
"Bella?" Feli said, cutting you off.
"Yeah?" You asked.
"Do you like anyone?" He asked. You blushed at that question.
"Maybe..." You said. He smiled.
"Can I tell you something?" He aske
ItalyxReader: Notebook Entries“Ve . . . W-where’s Bella?”ItalyxReader: Notebook Entries3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Feliciano Vargas walked around the school looking for (Name). It was after school and she suddenly disappeared into thin air. He was a little worried about that, since it’s been happening a little more often recently. But Feliciano was more worried that she wasn’t telling him about it.
He looked around, seeing the people in the halls, but not (Name). He looked in the library and finally found her sitting at a table, scribbling into that notebook. “Ciao, Bella~!”
“Eh . . .?” (Name) looked up, and closed the notebook in a flash. “Hi, Feliciano, how are you?"
“I’m relived, actually! I thought I lost you, (Name)~ I couldn’t find you anywhere and I got really worried!”
“W-well . . . I was just about to head towards the main gate so I could meet you.”
“Bella, you’ve been staying a lot after school, right?”
“Y-yeah . . . truth is . . .
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"Hurry, _____!" Feliciano cheered as he sprinted past a few wandering tourists.
Panting, you continued to run after the bubbly Italian. His bright personality could sometimes be a little too bright, nonetheless, you loved your boyfriend of 3 years to death.
Feeling yourself come to a neat stop, you leaned against the nearest wall in order to catch your breath. You weren't wearing the best running clothes, just a delicate cream color dress and white heels. Your feet were currently killing you.
Did I also mention you two were spending your spring break in Italy? Venice, to be exact.
Feli noticed that you had stopped running. He cheerfully skipped towards you and held out his hand. You had no idea where in the world he was taking you tonight.
"Come on, _______! It's not far away!"
Still panting, you took a hold of his hand.
"What's not far away?"
"I cannot tell! It's a sorpresa!"
And with that, he dragged you towards a series of concrete stairs that led into the Italian canal. For
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They had to hold him, awkwardly taking their own places, but keeping a firm grip on him.
Prussia had some wicked parties but this one was just getting started, you were already drunk, not too much so but enough.
Romano was so cute when he was foaming-at-the-mouth mad.
The girl next the Romano had the spin the bottle for him as he kept trying to kill anyone in close proximity.
“I’m not playing,” he screamed kicking Arthur, his captors jerked him to the ground and pinned him. The bottle spun for a while not in any way affected by Romano’s protests. It slowed and stopped pointing at you.
Arthur and Alfred jerked Romano to his feet, he looked at the bottle, then at you, his eyes seemed to soften sli
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"Veee~! Bella, play a game with me!" The bubbly Italian says, taking the opportunity to glomp you.
You laugh and squirm under his weight. "Haha! What kind of game, Feli?"
"Japan calls it the pocky game! He said it's a game for friends and lovers to play!" He nuzzles your cheek with his, catching a glimpse of his red-brown hair.
He's always so affectionate... you think. But that's part of the reason you fell for him. Feliciano always has a smile on his face, very friendly, very handsome and he's great at cooking! You squeal internally.
"W-why lovers?" you question, aware of a blush creeping on your face.
"Hmm, I don't think he told me that part, but will you play with me ____? It sounds fun~" Feliciano presses.
You give in to his demands, but not entirely. "Okay Feli, I'll play this game with you, but the loser has to make pasta for the winner!" You were sure you'd win at his little game; also you really loved his pasta.
"Okay!" He lets go of you an
CIRL ItalyxReaderSo today had been the perfect day to go to the pool. And, of course, today was also the day that the weather decided to throw a completely random thunderstorm into your face. Te-freaking-rrific. But hey, now you have an excuse to start that new book you bought at a garage sale last week.CIRL ItalyxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Feeling a little better about your situation, you changed out of your bathing suit and grabbed a thick blanket and your chosen book. But naturally, the lights have to go out.
"Oh whatever," you muttered, feeling around in your closet for oil lamps and a flashlight. As soon as you found them, you lit them up one by one and strategically placed them around your apartment. Nodding at your handiwork, you plopped down onto the sofa and rested your back on an armrest, an oil lamp directly behind you. You quickly dove into the world that emerged from the slightly worn pages of your book.
A sudden chill swept through you and you shivered, clutching your blanket closer to you. Without warning, a pair of lean ar
Italy x Reader - How to say 'I Love You'Italy x Reader - How to say 'I Love You'3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ring ring ring
Ring ring ring
"Mmmph... stupid sounds, why won't you shut up...?"
Ring ring ring
"Five... more minutes..."
Ring ring ring
"Okay, okay! I'll get up if you just shut up already, stupid clock!" You cried before realizing you had been talking to an inanimate object. Sighing to yourself, you pressed the off button on your alarm clock and held your face in your hands.
"I honestly wonder sometimes if I'm going mad..." You mumbled, shaking your head. As you groggily tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes, a sudden voice caught you off guard.
"Vee~ _____, you're finally up! I was wondering when you'd wake up, bella!"
Feliciano poked his head through your bedroom door before he bounced over to your bedside, his curl seeming to bounce with each stride that he took.
"Oh, hey Feli," You said with a yawn. "Mm... I'm tired..."
It took you another five seconds to finally comprehend what was happening at the moment.
Feliciano was here
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N.Italy x Reader
Weird Little Habits
"Ve~ You're-a so cute when you-a do that, ______!"
I pout and looked away from the cute Italian, trying to hide my blush while struggling to keep it at bay. 'He's making fun of me. But I love it when he does that. UGH. Why am I so weird?'
"Hehe, I'm gonna do it again bella~"
"N-No! Don't it's embarassing Ital--"
I was cut off when I felt sand pour out from Italy's hands and onto my sensitive skin. I shuddered and closed my eyes.
Well, to tell the truth, I'm a girl with weird.. 'Habits'. If you're kind enough to call it a 'habit'. You might say that "NAW, I MUST BE WEIRDER THAN YEW~"
Think again. Here is a list of my weirdest 'habits'. I listed only 5 out of 50.
1) Everytime I spot someone yawning, I start biting my nails.
2) After eating, I always have an urge to curl my toes.
3) I always start my laughs with a snicker, and end it with a snort.
4) When someone tickles me, I chirp. YES, chirp.
5) When someone pours sand over my legs and feet,
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Giorno del Matrimonio.
"___, are you sure you want to go through with this?" Ludwig asked you, adjusting his collar.
You smiled warmly. "Yes Bruder, yes I do." you said before grabbing his hand.
"It's all for your happiness I suppose..." He smiled softly at you, something people would call rare but was regular when it was with family. He squeezed your hand gently and you linked your hand with his.
"Let's go." You said before moving some stray hair out of your eyes and wiping a few stray tears and walking through the two grand doors that separated you from the Church.
The Wedding march started and everyone started whispering 'It's starting!' 'She looks so pretty!' 'Aw! Lucky!' 'If no one can handle that guy, she can' and a whine from your oldest brother.
"___! Why didn't you choose me to walk you down the lane! You're so unawesome!" He cried; so unlike your older brother Gilbert but you could understand why he was like this.
You glared at your big brother and
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"No! You always get to sleep with (name), it's my turn!" he yelled. You sweat dropped, this is what happened every time you slept over with the Italy brothers, which always ended up in Feliciano crying and Lovino stomping away angrily.
"Now come on guys, can't we just eat pasta and deal with this later." you tried to settle things.
"No! My idiot brother always gets you to sleep with him by crying! Let me get out of my brothers shadow for once!" he turned red, and looked like he was about to cry. Not to mention Feliciano did too.
You sighed and ruffled both of their hairs, avoiding the stray curl**. (Yes, you know what it does)
"You know what, I love you both equally boys." you smiled. "But Lovi is right Feli, I slept with you last time." his eyes start to brim with tears. "BUT. I will settle this equally."
"How?" they both ask.
"We'll sleep together in the living room! Will just watch a movie, eat popcorn, a
Icelandic Stereotypes..Icelandic Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“(Your name) what are you looking at?” Emil, the white haired Icelandic man asked, while watching his friend shuffle through random sites on the computer. He didn't have the slightest idea why she was at his house, but he didn't care. He rather her be over more than anyone else.
“Just some things to ask you..” (your name) replied, a smile appearing on her face, seeing as she found the site she wanted.
“What do you want to ask me then?” Emil replied questionably, as if ready for some super tricky math question, for something about his brother or-
“Is is true that Iceland has the strongest men and women?” she asked, causing him to rethink over the whole 'tricky math' thing. Emil took a moment to wonder why she even cared about this kind of information.
“That is said by some. But-”
“Is it true male tourists to Iceland can easily get laid?”
Emil raised an eyebrow, showing off on his 'what are you talking about' looks,
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I sighed, knowing that since I was in this predicament I would just have to make the best of it. After a moment of thought, I sighed again and recited my chosen number.
“I pick. . .six.”
A moment of hushed murmurs passed, then Gilbert took my shoulders and turned me around to face the group. “Alright,” he said with a grin on his face, “number six, would you please step forward?”
I couldn’t help but smile at the person who took a step out of the crowd. His light blond head was downcast, his emerald eyes directed at the floor. He rubbed his arm as he approached me, and cleared his throat nervously when he finally did. “H-Hello, _____.”
I stood up, taking his hand. “Hi, Arthur.”
A suggestive laugh emanated from the group, and Francis popped his head over Arthur’s shoulder, resting his hand there. “Have fun on your date, mon ami~!” He then pushed him forward so that he landed on my chest. Yep. His ha
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Marry Me, Dammit!
"_______, will you marry me?" Your Italian boyfriend was on his knees before you in your local park. You had been dating for nearly three years. You sighed. Dammit, Feli! How many times do I have tell you this? This had been the third time he asked you, of course he would ask in public. His amber eyes were full of hope and a small crowd of nosey people began to form. You knelt to his level and kissed him before leaning into his ear.
"Feli, the answer is 'no'! Why do you keep asking?" You whispered in his ear. When you pulled away, you thought that the wimpy Italian would burst into tears. You pulled him up to his feet and gave him a quick hug before pulling him away from the crowd. You dragged the upset Italian behind the furthest tree. Once you were a safe distance away from people, you gave him a nod to let him know it was okay to cry. He immediately burst into tears, long streams of water flowing out his eyes. You rolled you
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I sighed, knowing that since I was in this predicament I would just have to make the best of it. After a moment of thought, I sighed again and recited my chosen number.
Behind me, I heard something that sounded like a mix between a cheer and a cat-call. I whirled around to see, and the man I’d presumably picked confidently stepped forward from the group. He stopped in front of my seat and took my hands, beaming at me. “ˇFantástico! I get to go on a date with _____!”
I wasn’t quite sure what to think, whether to be pissed at the fact that I got him, or a bit elated from the fact that I did pick him. All I could do was smile as he pulled me to my feet and led me out the front door.
“So, where are we going?” I asked, when we were walking down the front sidewalk.
Antonio flashed a cheeky grin back at me. “My favorite place.”
“This is your favorite place?”
Russian Stereotypes..Russian Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Everyone drinks Vodka?"
The tall Russian man names Ivan, looked up to his dear friend (your name), who was 'supposed' to be looking for information about America. Don't ask why he wanted HER specifically to do it, maybe it was because he just liked seeing her. But for now, he was wishing he hadn't.
"No (your name)." Ivan replied, although chuckling to himself since HE was drinking vodka at the moment himself.
"Is Russia cold all year round?" (Your name) asked again, still looking at the computer screen in front of her.
Ivan felt like it was going to burn her eyes.
"No no (your name) it's not. But, why are you-"
"Russians only own warm clothes?"
Ivan gave her a 'are-you-retarded' look, before sighing and going towards her. Leaning over her shoulder, and peering at the computer screen. 'Russian Stereotypes' was the main page.
"Why are looking at this (your name)? You're supposed to look for America's weaknesses."
"I know I know. Hold on." (your name) giggled, making Ivan lean back a lit