GermanyxItaly: A Thousand Years Pt. 1░▒▓______________▓▒░
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
Italy looked across the meeting room towards Germany, lowering his head slightly. Something always pricked at the back of his mind whenever he looked towards the muscular blond German man.
His eyes moved over onto his form, causing the Italian to flinch in surprise. Those eyes always reminded himself of Holy Rome, his childhood friend and sweetheart.
Not even caring if Germany was looking, he let the pads of his fingers brush against his lips. Somewhere in his heart, Italy knew that Holy Rome was long gone and even if he did end up being the same person, Germany's memories have long since faded.
Thinking this, a smile tugged his lips gently. He didn't want it any other way than the way things were now. They were friends, always together through thick and thin. Germany always looked out f
GermanyxItaly: A Thousand Years Pt. 2░▒▓______________▓▒░GermanyxItaly: A Thousand Years Pt. 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Time stands still
beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything
Holy Rome lay defeated in the midst of a battlefield, France's bloodied sword which had pierced him laying strewn beside him in a pool of his own blood.
Breaths came in as raspy, short puffs, cutting off more every second he tried to inhale. Though, the only image he could see was of Italy standing there in the middle of a field of flowers, smiling towards him and waving her hand.
He could even hear her. "Holy Rome! I made you a pretty crown of flowers I found in the field! Come here!" he watched as she reached her hand out towards him, his own hand extending to nothing but air, the image of his beloved dancing in front of him.
"What if she saw me now?" He mumbled under his breath, reaching out to grab his hat. The push broom Italy gave him bu
GermanyxItaly: Never Again Italy woke to a start, bandages wrapped up his arms and legs, his torso covered in red and white covered by his normal blue jacket,"V-Ve~?" He was confused about what happened to him, how he got in this condition, and where he was.GermanyxItaly: Never Again4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Looking around, he noticed the white walls of a hospital room,"G-Germany~? J-Japan~?" He cried out helplessly. Had the Allies captured him? He really hoped not. Last time, they were really mean to him and Germany.
Footsteps of an approaching person neared the room that Italy was resting up in. Who came in was a similarly damaged German man,"I-Italy..." He paced himself to the bedside and fell to his knees,"How do you feel?"
"Ve~ What happened to you Germany?" He looked innocently at him.
Germany smiled a bit, seeing his close friend seemed to be okay,"Ve vere fighting Italy. I'm really proud zhat you actually got hurt zhis time." His hand clasped onto Italy's shoulder gently,"Not zhat I'm happy to see you hurt. I'm just hap
GermanyxItaly: Lost-I warn you now, this contains personifications of countries and yaoi. If you do NOT like, don't even bother reading this. NO ONE FORCES YOU TO!-GermanyxItaly: Lost4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere deep in the woods in Germany, a short Italian soldier with fairly tan skin and dark brown hair was walking. He had an upset look on his face.
He was muttering something under his breath but it was inaudiable. He continued on, saying something to himself over and over again.
"I'll show Germany I'm not useless," He muttered,"Romano was lying."
Somewhere (probably) not too far off, a German man was doing important-looking paperwork. A Japanese man came in, pulling
LithuaniaxPoland Poland shot up in his bed, his forehead covered in beads of cold sweat. He was breathing laboredly and put a hand to his chest to calm his rapidly pounding heart.LithuaniaxPoland4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He felt sick, like he wanted to throw up. This feeling was known almost too well since he woke up most nights due to nightmares about World War Two and the years that followed.
But tonight, his mind was wandering to Lithuania. Recently, he was reminded once more of the scars that rested permanently on his back. Sure he was usually selfish, but Lithuania was a good friend and recently, his worry for the nation had increased.
His mind often wandered to that one day where he went to play a prank on Lithuania by squirting him while taking a bath. The second his green eyes hit his figure, he saw something he wouldn't have imagined. Lithuania's back was bruised and cut up.
That image still stayed engraved in his mind, unable to leave. He had no prior knowledge to this. And Poland thought he and Li
AmericaxReader: 4th Of July Sand was flung into your face for the umpteenth time today. Opening your eyes and taking off your sunglasses, you looked over to see Prussia being chased off by Hungary, a frying pan in hand.AmericaxReader: 4th Of July4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Watch where you're going you dumbass!" You snapped, laying back down on the beach towel.
Today was July 4th, better known as America's birthday to most countries like yourself. This year, he wanted to hold his party in the Hamptons on a private beach, personally paying for everyone to come out and crash in a beachside mansion he rented.
Looking over, you saw him playing beach volleyball with a few friends of his with a grin on his face. Even Arthur was sitting off to the side, scowling and mourning nonetheless but, here.
"Hey _________!" Hungary returned to you, a smile on her face,"Do you wanna go in the water for a bit? It's so warm out and I've tired myself out from chasing Gil."
"I dunno if that's a really good idea..." You muttered, putting your head
GermanyxItalyGermany slowly woke up to Italy's shuddering in the middle of the night. He drowsily opened his eyes and saw the corner of Italy's lips twitching as he dreamed, the full moon shone through their window providing only pale light to see. Italy soon began talking in his sleep, something about an alien, pasta, and a psychotic France. Germany smiled to himself as he listened to Italy talk; it was funny, some nice entertainment to wake up to. He looked down and noticed his arm was wrapped protectively around Italy's chest, 'Every single time I wake up at night I'm holding him ' he thought to himself. Germany knew he loved Italy, but he was unsure of how to show it but it seemed like at night when they were sleeping, showing Italy this little bit of love was easy. Germany looked back up at Italy's face, he looked like an angel: eyes lightly closed, pink lips open just slightly, and his golden-brown hair brushing against hiGermanyxItaly4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
F.A.C.E Family: Night Francis and Arthur just finished tucking the boys in and were currently closing the door silently behind them. Both men were good parents, maybe even great, but there was word that some of the couples in the neighborhood (mostly a small majority) seemed to frown upon them.F.A.C.E Family: Night3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Both men had it hard enough in their lives, both of them for completely different reasons. Francis was pansexual, meaning he doesn't care about gender or such to show him to love. His son Matthew was a complete mistake, the mother didn't want anything to do with the boy and handed custody over to him. Although he loved his son dearly.
Around the same time, Arthur was forced into a marriage, his parents not wanting their son to be known as a homosexual. His son, Alfred, was born a few days after Francis' Matthew. Alfred's mother turned out to be abusive, hurting the child. Arthur filed for a restraining order, custody of his son and a divorce on the same day and quickly won custody of the poor child.
When both men
FrancexEngland How much of his childhood could he even remember? Not very much actually. But there was really only one person that seemed to be in every single one of those memories. France.FrancexEngland4 years ago in Romance More Like This
That whole situation when he let his hair grow out so it would be like France's and France styling his hair for him. And then him being stubborn about having it looking like France's...even if he liked the style. Then his hair getting cut off so it would suit him.
Then there was that whole situation about the tunic which he wore. Truthfully, England wanted to be like France. France was like his role model when he was little and would've done anything to be like him even if he acted like he wanted him to go away.
But the one memory was him sitting by the river with a little lily.
Plucking one lightly dusted pink flower petal after another, he spoke repetitively,"He likes me...he likes me not..." He did that six times until he hit the conclusion,"He likes me not..."
GermanyxItaly HetaOniItaly crumpled to the floor in anguished tears as he saw another body, America's body, on the floor of that wretched mansion. America was the only one he didn't see get killed in front of him, which spared him very little of the sight he saw now. Germany knelt down and put a strong arm around his shoulders and embraced him securely.GermanyxItaly HetaOni4 years ago in Horror More Like This
"I never thought America would ever die since he was always proclaiming himself the hero " Italy said through heavy sobs.
Germany couldn't think of anything to say to comfort his friend, so he just tightened his hug and pressed his cheek to his forehead.
"Germany?" Italy asked with a trembling voice.
"Why? Why is this happening to us?" Italy looked up at him with his innocent, amber eyes, with tears running down his face.
It broke Germany's heart seeing Italy cry out of grief instead of his usual "surrender-cry". He much preferred Italy's smile, it always mad
With a Single Stroke of a Paintbrush (Ger[HRE]Ita)Beginnings are always different. Where we are, who we are, where we stand in this clouded world; all of which can be answered uniquely. I could never answer those questions, however. My memories were shattered long before I could stop it. But yet, I still wonder about what I could have been before my reminiscences were stolen from me. Was I a great man? Was I loved? Who knows just exactly what I was like? Who was I? I may never know the answers to these questions.With a Single Stroke of a Paintbrush (Ger[HRE]Ita)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But, is my conscious trying to reach out to me? Through a dream; a bittersweet dream. A young, beautiful girl in a mint green dress; I can see her laugh so pleasantly. She’s full of life. As she laughs, she sings with her amiable pitch and cutely smiles.
All she is doing is wrapping her tiny, delicate hands around the elongated broom handle and swiftly dancing around the humongous room as she cleans, but still I can feel my heart race just at her loving presence. Who was she? I feel as if I had seen her som
RomanoxReader: Underworld Table of ContentsThe table of contents is in the description.RomanoxReader: Underworld Table of Contents4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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Hugs and kisses to you all~
I'd Lie - GermanyxItalySilently Germany rose from his chair. There was no sound, except for Austria turning to play his piano. Italy sat cross-legged on the couch, watching Germany quietly exit the house. For once he decided to stay put. As he sat there he began fidgeting and squirming boredly. Hnnnn. he breathed, standing up and quickly going outside to join Germany.I'd Lie - GermanyxItaly7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Germany was sitting on a fence, staring into the horizon with a blank expression. He was thinking about something, that was for sure. His blue eyes were clouded over and his mouth was in a straight line. He didnt even notice Italy climb onto the fence to sit behind him. It was quiet for a moment. Germany you look kind of sad. Are you okay? Italy actually sounded worried. Of course he would be worried! Germany was his best friend.
The blonde seemed startled that Italy was suddenly there. I am fine, he replied. What a big flaming lie. It did kind of make him feel even worse for lying to I
PrussiaxReader: Not Alone on Christmas Once more, you watched as Prussia slipped out of the house. Christmas Eve and all that man could do was leave everyone to their own business. Sure he was used to being alone but that didn't mean he always had to be.PrussiaxReader: Not Alone on Christmas3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Going to the door, you grabbed your gloves and scarf before rushing out the door after him. 'Stubborn nation...' you thought quietly to yourself, finding his figure in the distance, blending in with the white of the falling snow.
Chasing after him, you felt your mind dizzying. What could he possibly be doing for the umpteenth time for the night that caused him to leave his family and friends behind on the holidays?
You stayed near behind, watching as he walked along the snowy streets of Berlin. Not many people were out, a car or two rushing by as you followed quietly behind him.
After awhile, he stopped at a cement wall, no specifics behind it. There was graffiti littering it and the age obviously showed. Parts were broken and torn away
Revolutionary Moment AmericaXReaderXCanadaXEnglandRevolutionary Moment AmericaXReaderXCanadaXEngland4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The answer would be revolutionary. The question already was. You had to respond to the question right then and there. The three of them asked. And now you stood there in front of the three boys as they waited for you to answer them.
America, Canada, and England...all dressed in their Revolutionary War Uniforms. Why was this? Let's just say their question had to do with Revolutionary War Uniforms.
You remembered what you had promised them just a few days ago. "If you all come to me in your Revolutionary War Uniforms then I'll let you three ask me anything you want. But, it has to be one question the three of you came up with. Not to mention it had to have something to do with courting."
Courting...also known as to court one. To date someone. Their question was plain and clear. So simple. It was the most simplest courting/dating question ever.
"Will you go out on a date with us, [Y/N]?" Well...not the "us" part really. But still, you had three sexy men in front of you asking you to go ou
SpainxRomano: What happened after... After a stalemate that lasted most of the second half of the game, the final whistle blows, a tie match between Spain and Italy. While Feliciano runs off to the side, whining to Ludwig about how they lost (even though they really didn't), Antonio took the hectic moment to seek out where Lovino stood.SpainxRomano: What happened after...4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The brunette was standing on the side of the field, removing his sweaty blue jersey and throwing it on the grass in frustration. The Spaniard couldn't help but laugh before approaching the man, laying a hand on his shoulder,"You did better than I thought you would mi tomate."
Lovino turned his head, his eyes holding anger as he shouldered off the comforting hand,"But we didn't do good enough...stupid bastardo..." Lovino wiped beads of sweat away from his brows with his forearm, letting out a sigh. "We could've won it..."
Antonio let out a chuckle,"It's fine mi Lovi~! There's always next time, right?" The Italian didn't take much to the kind gesture.
Scotland X England I Don't Hate YouScotland X England I Don't Hate You2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was another normal day in the conference room at the world meeting. The same routine every meeting America talks about globing warming and him being the hero as always, Italy drawing or eating pasta as always, Romano cursing at Spain or eating a tomato as always, China offering sweets or saying how western countries are immature as always, so on and so on . Usually France and England start fights at meetings but today was different. "WANKER," "GIT," "WIFE STEALER," "I DIDN'T STEAL HER, SHE WASN'T WITH YOU WHEN WE DID IT LAST NIGHT, SHE BROKE THE MARRIAGE," this was an argument between England and Scotland they were arguing about England's ex-wife. "YOU KNEW I STILL LOVED HER SO WHY DID YOU DO IT, WHAT SORT OF BROTHER ARE YOU?" "YOUR BIG BROTHER DUH."
That's when England lost it he slammed his book on the desk and his tea china mug making it smash making everyone stop what they were doing and turn to the Britt and Scotsman, even Scotland looked shocked and took his cigar out of his m
GermanyxReaderx2p!Germany: -Pt 1- "Feliciano! At zis pace, ___________ vill finish before you!" Germany snapped at the young Italian who, in response, paused and whined. At the moment, you kept up an even pace with Japan.GermanyxReaderx2p!Germany: -Pt 1-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Turning back towards Ludwig, who stood at the side of the track you three were running on, your face flushed. Luckily, he wouldn't be able to notice it from the red already dusting from exhaustion.
"___________-chan." You turned your head towards Japan,"You haven't told him yet, have you?"
"I-I..." Your face flushed once more,"I-I guess I haven't gotten to it-!" You barely had any time to react when you stumbled over and trip on the side. Putting your hand to your cheek, you could feel the blood welling up against your hands.
Three voices cried out to you in unison, tears welling up in your eyes as their footsteps approached. Propping yourself up, you tried to show that you were okay, only
GermanyxReaderx2p!Germany: -Pt 4- Lutz smiled, seeing the angered expressing on his foe's face. "I could tell you. Or maybe, I von't." Germany's grip on the other's shirt tightened,"Besides, she von't talk. She knows I'll kill her if she talks-"GermanyxReaderx2p!Germany: -Pt 4-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Having an earful, Germany struck the man square in the jaw. Lutz fell with a crash, sending him into a coffee table which sat in the middle of the room. Taking the chance, Prussia helped Germany pin the man down as the other four spread out and searched through the house.
Listening carefully, you awaited any pair of footsteps of someone who could and save you. As soon as you heard someone carefully slip up the steps and calmly called your name.
"__________? Amiga? Are you up here?"
"Spain..." You muttered before hitting the door gently to assure Lutz wouldn't hear you,"Help me...please..."
His footsteps rushed and the doorknob began to tremble before the door flew open and sent you do the ground. "Amiga, I'm so sorry chica. Come on, you
Patriot!AmericaxPatriot!ReaderxLoyalist!England: 1 "____________, I need to talk to you." Alfred Jones rushed up to you with a distraught look on his face. Alfred was the son of a local baker in Boston, a happy-go-lucky young man who always seemed to get into trouble.Patriot!AmericaxPatriot!ReaderxLoyalist!England: 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
But now seeing he meant business, you worried he committed a crime worth being jailed over. "Alfred, I can't hide you in my house if that's what you're asking."
"No, it's not that." His voice held a serious tone to it. "I heard that they're sending three ships into the harbor full of tea from the East India Company by order of the king."
"That's terrible!" You replied in shock. This would surely cause an uproar in the colonies. "The last thing I needed to hear is that the king is pressing more taxes on us! And especially on the tea!"
"There's going to be war soon." Alfred threw out randomly, grabbing your hands and pressing them together,"___________, promise that you'll wait for me, every day and night until I return."
GermanyxReaderx2p!Germany: -Pt 3- "Doitsu-san, please relax..." Japan tried to coax gently. "We'll be able to find __________-chan easily."GermanyxReaderx2p!Germany: -Pt 3-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Zat's not vhat I'm vorried about." Germany spoke in a low voice, the piece of paper still in hand,"He's got her...I though ve got ever single one of zem Kiku. Und now one has ___________..."
Japan sighed, looking towards the frustrated German sitting where you once lay. Every one of the countries knew what these '2p' creations were. Their opposites. Their evil opposites. And it was assumed they they had all been...terminated.
"Doitsu-san...daijōbu. We'll get her back before he hurts her..." Japan reassured, sitting beside the German man. "__________-chan is tough, she won't let him tough her without a fight."
"Ja...ve'll figure somezing out und..." Cleching his hand, he nearly hissed out,"If he did anyzing to her, I'll kill him meinself..."
A few days passed, no sign of Germany or the other forme
HRExItaly Holy Rome blushed as the Italian girl slept on his lap, a crown of blue cornflowers lay woven in her auburn hair. She was tired from all the work Mr. Austria had been making her do so Holy Rome decided best that she sleeps during her break.HRExItaly3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The peace they held now would end soon since it was painfully obvious that Holy Rome would be headed off to war sooner than not. He would have to cherish every moment he had left with the young girl he loved so much.
He fell to his back, the black cape he always wore spread out into the green grass and his hat fell off, revealing his light-blond hair. "Italy, I'm really ing going to miss you when I leave..."
She shifted slightly in her spot, grabbing onto Holy Rome's clothing and snuggling closer to his thigh. His face brightened as he suddenly began to realize how close his crush was to him.
Turning to his side, he lifted the young girl upwards and into his arms, snuggling closely with her
AmericaxReader: Him, Ask Me!? It was such a nice thought, being surrounded by friends and goofing off as if the teacher down in the audience couldn't hear you, quoting everyone's lines and just having a blast.AmericaxReader: Him, Ask Me!?4 years ago in Romance More Like This
But the main topic that floated around when the play practices and days grew longer, was prom. One word to be loathed and enjoyed by everyone who heard it floating around.
No matter how aviodable you believed it could be, you knew someone would ask you who you'd be bringing to it. It's not that you didn't know who you wanted, sure to hell you knew. But the answer might be a bit sketchy.
Unlike most kids, you were actually a young nation going to school by the name of _________ to learn a bit more about history and all that important junk.
So you didn't want a normal boy to bring you. You wanted one of the older nations to bring you there. Specifically, you wanted it to be America. He was so cheerful and enthusiastic, but he seemed like more of a bigs
GermanyxReaderx2p!Germany: -Pt 2- 'W-Where am I...? W-What time is it...?' Opening your (e/c) eyes, you were shocked to find yourself laying comfortably in a bed with fresh food resting beside you. 'Was this all just a dream...?GermanyxReaderx2p!Germany: -Pt 2-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
There was sunshine coming in through the windows behind the translucent, dark blinds. Too bad you could see the bars on the window, dwindling all hopes of this being a dream or escaping.
Sitting up in bed, you groaned in detest from pain shooting in your shoulder. Reaching over, excruciating pain shot through your arm from your minor injury, causing you yelp out in pain and gaining the attention of a certain German downstairs.
A moment passed by before the second Germany appeared at the door, his cloths looking much different than yesterday. He wore a black cap on his head and a white wife-beater. On his shoulders, a tan jacket hung loosely.
Seeing you looking painfully confused and worried, his violet eyes lightened slightly. "S-So...how did you
ItalyxReader: Thunderstorms The thunder struck once more outside your window and once more, you were forced to cringe in fear with tears spilling from your (e/c) eyes as you clutched your (h/c) hair gently.Bringing your head to your knees, you shivered as more lightning lit up the room once more.ItalyxReader: Thunderstorms4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thunderstorms. Your greatest fear in the world. No, it wasn't war or the dark, it was thunderstorms.
The rain flew into the window as a gust of wind whipped followed by another clap of thunder that shook the house a bit and making you dive beneath the sheets of your bed.
"Ve~ Bella, that's a nasty-" You heard the voice of your boss, Italy. He must've entered your room (invading personal boundaries as normal) and noticed you cowering under the bed sheets.
Before you knew it, the sheets were thrown off of you and another loud clap of thunder flung you forward into a warm embrace. "V-Ve~? _-_______...? Are you scared of thunder?"
"Y-yea..." You said weakly as you sat down on t