GermanyxItaly: A Thousand Years Pt. 2░▒▓______________▓▒░
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: A Thousand Years Pt. 1░▒▓______________▓▒░GermanyxItaly: A Thousand Years Pt. 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
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
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.LithuaniaxPoland3 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
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: Night2 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
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 Again3 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: Lost3 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
Hong KongxReader: Fireflies Snuggling up to your boyfriend in the grass, you stared at the endless constellations that lay in it. You felt so calm beside him, his hand caressing your arm gently.Hong KongxReader: Fireflies3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Leon," You muttered tiredly, letting out a giddy schoolgirl's laugh as he tickled your arm a bit. "What's the occasion? You and I both know that Yao doesn't hold Summer barbecues every month."
Turning your head slightly, your (h/c) hair in the way now of your eyes now, you were met with Hong Kong, concentrating on the sky. "The fireflies..."
Sitting up a bit, you noticed his eyes refused to tear from the sky. His arms went behind his jet-black hair as his dark eyes stared dully off to the skies above.
You punched his shoulder while giving a laugh. "Fireflies? You expect me to believe Yao-Yao set up a barbie for fire-"
A hand took your wrist and you were brought back onto the grass, your head falling on his stomach while you laughed. His hand covered up your mouth and he poi
Patriot!AmericaxPatriot!ReaderxLoyalist!England: 2 A war that was only meant to go on for a few months, perhaps a year or two dragged on for longer than expected. Every day, you worried not only about Alfred's life but Arthur's. Somehow, you had grown an attachment to a man you met but once, even if he was a loyalist.Patriot!AmericaxPatriot!ReaderxLoyalist!England: 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
Letters came in from you from both sides, the only ones you were technically allowed to keep we're those from Arthur. Although, you grew smart and was able to sneak Alfred's letters and tuck them away for safekeeping.
Your father forced you to write to Arthur whenever you got a letter. Sure he was a sweet boy, but the only thing he seemed to want from you was marriage and such you didn't seek from him.
Alfred often spoke about the scenes he saw on the battlefield. Although things seemed bleak, he refused to give up hopes of winning the war. Near 1780, the letters didn't seem to roll in as often from either but by then, the patriots were assured the win.
Then one day in 1783, the war fina
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.HRExItaly2 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
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.FrancexEngland3 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..."
Papa!AmericaxChild!ReaderxMama!Japan -Pt 2- The next morning, you woke up in between your 'parents' as you would now call them. They were holding you close in between one another and you couldn't help but feel comfort between them.Papa!AmericaxChild!ReaderxMama!Japan -Pt 2-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was still raining, much lighter than last night and a few light rumbles of thunder were still audible in the home. Clutching onto Japan's shirt, you buried your face, shaking a bit once more.
You felt him shift slightly and his arm wrapped around you,"Is everything alright...?"
Nodding a bit, you tried to remain calm,"T-the thunder is just a bit scary..."
He let out a light chuckle and kissed your head. "You're fine...I promise."
America was also waking up from his sleep as well and noticed you seemed a bit shaken up as well. America took you in his arms lightly and hugged you. "Yea ___________, it's just a bit of noise. How about we get something to eat-"
"I-if you want..." Japan cut off,"I have clean cloths...you could clean off while I make someth
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 July3 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
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)1 year 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
Forgive Me (America X Canada)Canada ran around the store, struggling to find wha the needed. 'How could I do that to America?!' He yelled in his mind. 'Why would I hurt the person I love?!' Canada was not sure exactly why he did it; something had snapped in him when he heard America walk through his house, thinking that no one was home. Because he could not fucking see him. Canada's anger burned again, but he composed himself. 'No,' He said, shaking his head. 'Keep your cool. You're supposed to say sorry,' He thought, grabbing some red, white, and blue flowers. "Surely these are his favorite," Canada thought a loud.Forgive Me (America X Canada)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
When he got to the check out line, the employee raised an eyebrow at the flowers. "Sir, it's March," She pointed out. "Not Fourth of July," She joked.
He scowled and handed her the money. "Whatever," He muttered, grabbing the flowers once again and hurrying over to America's house.
He needed to apologize. Nothing could excuse what had happened, but he hoped America could forgive him for doing wrong.
RomanoxReader: Ti amo When you began coming to the next morning, a light and warm breeze was tricking against your face. A warm hand pressed against your shoulder and shook your body slightly,"___________...it's morning idiota..."RomanoxReader: Ti amo3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Groggily opening your eyes, Lovino stood above you in a tee-shirt with sleep still coating his golden ones. "Can I sleep from five more minutes...?" You asked, rolling over to the side and covering your head. "I'm comfy..."
The sheets were lifted off of you and a weight presented itself on the bed beside where you lay. "It's almost noon idiota..." Lovino got off the side of the bed and assumably slid open the door to the balcony, letting in the fresh air.
Outside, you could easily hear the birds chirping and music playing as if it were just another normal day in Italy. Lovino's footsteps exited out of the room and you took the chance to pull the covers over you once more. Slowly letting your (e/c) eyes open, the sunlight streamed through the translucent
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 Christmas2 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
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 1-2 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
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!?3 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
Scotland X England I Don't Hate YouScotland X England I Don't Hate You1 year 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
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: Thunderstorms3 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
2p!Pirate!England X Male!Reader:Bloody Disguise! 3Today is weekend so no school, praise the Lord? You woke up early to cook breakfast for you and Arthur. You didn't realized you were still wearing your white long sleeved shirt with no pants...Once you're done, you're going to wake up the sleepy head.2p!Pirate!England X Male!Reader:Bloody Disguise! 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Arthur! Breakfast's ready!" you cried but no response, he didn't even move a single muscle. Then, you heard him panted
"Arthur? Is there something wrong? Hey!" you touched his neck, it was hot.
"My god... You have a fever!" you quickly get a wet towel and placed it on his forehead
'Since when did he got a fever? I'm sure it didn't rained yesterday...'
You get the thermometer and medicines that you've been hiding in your bag in case of situation like this. His fever managed to go down a bit
"Arthur, can you eat by yourself?" he didn't answered, he just coughed repeatedly 'I knew the answer from the start...' Why the he'll I asked him for?' you cooked a hot soup for him, ignoring the breakfast you made
EnglandxCanada: BlissOut of the depths of misfortune comes bliss.EnglandxCanada: Bliss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Canada signed as he trudged on though the rain in his nice tuxedo without an umbrella to hold over his head. He really didn't care though; the soft and gently rain hit his skin so tenderly and comfortingly.
As he walked down the streets to get to his hotel room and just leave to go home after such a dumb world meeting, someone knocked into him, pushing him to the ground, landing him in a puddle and causing his glasses to fly off. And as usual, the person didn't notice.
Canada reached out and grabbed the metal frames in front of him, wiping them on the edge of his jacket before standing himself off and taking the soaked jacket off, slinging it on his shoulder. Now all there was on his was the undershirt with a black tie and his dress pants.
Looking around, he didn't see any of the other nations walking around. Maybe he would be able to find his annoying brother somewhere or even France. He didn't ca
RomanoxReader: Underworld Table of ContentsThe table of contents is in the description.RomanoxReader: Underworld Table of Contents3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wouldn't go into link format up here.
So much thanks to everybody who stuck with the series!!
Hugs and kisses to you all~
I'm Not In Love! (America X Canada)"ENGLAAAAND!"I'm Not In Love! (America X Canada)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Bloody git! What do you want?"
"I FEEL SICK."
"Well, I don't know..."
"Tell me how you feel sick then."
England sighed, putting down his cup of tea. It was a usual day in his house, France at work and America barging in through the door like always. It was actually quite peaceful when America was not there, but nothing lasts forever.
America shoved his hands in his pockets and started to pace.
"I-I- I don't know!" He yelled, making England wince at the loud noise. "When I'm around Canada-"
"Wait," England interrupted. "Who?"
America sighed in annoyance and explained, "My brother. The one Francy-Pants lost in the French and Indian War."
England thought for a moment. "Oh... Canada!" He said in realization. He cleared his throat. "Um, yes. I knew that. Continue."
America glared at England. "Anyways, when I'm around Canada, my stomach does little flips, my hands get sweaty, and I stutter for words!" He shouted loudly. "It's like, so not heroic!"
England suddenly gri
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...3 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.