Italy x Reader ~ White Flag
You sighed, squeezing the hand of the copper-haired man as you lay on the hospital bed. He was sobbing.
-Feli, it's fine. You said this over and over again, but both of you knew they were sweet nothings.
-B-But, ______, you're hurt! Wounded! Badly! All because of me! H-How are we supposed to--- Mmmf!
He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence as you pulled his face, covered in sweat, dust and tears and lay your lips on his. You knew it. It didn't need to be said out loud.
But it HAD to be done.
It was war. Great war. Between the Axis and the Allies. As you were part of the Axis, you had to join. But it wasn't as if you wouldn't do it anyway.
Because if you wouldn't, it would be Feliciano lying on the Hospital Bed right now, covered in wounds and bandages.
You have been shot by a Russian in the chest with salt bullets, and let me put this straight salt hurts AS HELL. You were still feeling the pain from it, but tried your best to keep a normal face when Feli
I'll make you some food (Depressed ItalyXReader)"(y/n), please I need your help. You need to help Feliciano! Please!" Lovino pleaded, his eyes watery. "Wh-what?" You were startled at his outburst and watched him worriedly. "Feliciano, well he, you know how Grandpa disappeared a while ago right?" You nodded, you knew how upset the two Italians were over it. Also you hadn't seen Feliciano after that.I'll make you some food (Depressed ItalyXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Well he's so torn, he wants to know where he is, if he's safe. But since then he, he hasn't eaten a lot. He's growing real thin and no matter what I do he won't eat, please (y/n)! I need your help!" He sunk to the floor, his hands wiping furiously at his eyes.
You felt your own eyes grow damp and you nodded at him. "I'll, I'll do anything." You replied, gulping to keep your tears from falling. Smiling in relief, he sniffled and got on to his feet. "Grazie!"
You followed Lovino to Feliciano's room and when he reached the second door in the upstairs hallway he turned to you. "I-I, I-a wanted to thank you, for coming. Nothing I say or do wi
Birthday Cold (ItalyXSick!Reader)Sunny skies, cool breeze, today was perfect. Well, for everyone but you, anyway. The sun shone in through the window and you hissed as it hit your face. You tunnelled further down into the comfort of the warm, striped blankets surrounding your shivering body. A single bird chirped outside your window, but the sound was cut off as eyes blocked themselves once more.Birthday Cold (ItalyXSick!Reader)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sniffing pathetically, you cursed your bad luck of catching a cold at the worst possible time. It was your birthday today, and it was never fun to be sick on your birthday. You pounded the pillow next to you with your fist and coughed. You couldn't stop or breath properly and you felt like crying.
You cried out and sat up, leaning over as you felt the urge to vomit. A strange smell wafted into your room. It was a nice smell, one of pasta sauce. Great, now my nose is acting up too! You frowned and pulled back your sheets, heading into the bathroom to blow your nose on the toilet paper.
When you came back, your ears
Italy x Reader- Let's Boil Hot Water~!Italy x Reader- Let's Boil Hot Water~!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pausing in front of the window, I watched as the rain poured down, pattering endlessly against the glass.
A shiver ran through me, imagining how frigid it was outside and I returned to the couch, slipping beneath the blankets and sighing, grateful for the warmth.
Suddenly, my feeling of cozy security was interrupted by a loud, vigorous knock at the door.
"[Name]!! Please open up! It's really cold out here!" A voice with a familiar accent begged from outside.
Climbing out of my comfy nest, I slipped on my slippers and quickly undid the locks, pulling the door open.
Standing before me, was my Italian friend, shivering and soaking wet, yet he still managed a weak smile.
"Feli!" I exclaimed, pulling him inside. "What are you doing out at a time like this? You could get sick."
He pulled me into a big hug, getting my pajamas all wet and laughed merrily. "I really wanted to visit you! But after I started out on my walk to your house, this big storm came! So I just kept going."
"Why?" I stared
N.Italy x Reader- Weird Little HabbitsN.Italy x Reader- Weird Little Habbits3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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,
*Request* Depressed!ItalyXReader"Rah rah, ah-ah-ah, romah, ro-mah-mah, gaga, ooh la la, want your bad romance~!" You sung, dancing around your living room. It was a relatively nice day, and you were cheerfully goofing off at home, listening to whatever random songs came on the radio.*Request* Depressed!ItalyXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were planning on going over to your friend Feliciano's house. since you hadn't heard from him all that much in the last few days.
You were about to trot down up the stairs to your bedroom to pick out some cute clothes when your cellphone vibrated in your pocket, startling you.
You took a brief moment to glance at the caller ID. It was one of your other friends, Kiku Honda.
"Moshi-moshi, (Y/n)-chan. I apologize if you were busy, but I need your assistance."
"Uh, sure, Kiku. What's the problem?"
"Its about Feliciano-kun."
That caught your attention.
"He refuses to come out of his room, and he wont let anybody else come inside..."
"And how long has it been going on?"
"He's been lik
ItalyXReader: Pasta, Pasta, and more Pasta!ItalyXReader: Pasta, Pasta, and more Pasta!3 years ago in Settings More Like This
ItalyXReader: Pasta, Pasta, and more Pasta!
Only one thing could describe your kitchen. A disaster. There was all sorts of ingredients everywhere, on the floor, counters, stove, and even the walls. Guess who was in the middle of it all. "Feliciano Vargas!" you yelled in anger. Your yelling echoed throughout your whole house and Italy wasn't the only one who heard your yell.
"What the hell ragrazza quit yelling or-HOLY CRAPOLA WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR KITCHEN!" Romano yelled his mouth hanging open.
"What is going on?" Spain said popping out of nowhere. "Oh my," the Spaniard said while he gaped at the mess the kitchen was in.
"Waaah! I am-a so sorry I-a didn't mean to make-a so much mess! Please don't-a hurt me!" Italy cried as you stalk towards the Italian man. You looked up at him since you were two inches shorter then him. "__-______?" Italy said on the verge of tears. You raised your hand up in the air and Feli closed his eyes in fear. Suddenly you flicked his forehead with your finger.
Mirror, Mirror - N.ItalyXReader"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" You mumbled, gently running your fingertips down the front of your mirror. "Certainly not me.." And with a sigh, you turned away from the mirror and paced about, trying to think of what you needed to do for the day.Mirror, Mirror - N.ItalyXReader4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For whatever reason, you'd been distracted and down right upset lately. Maybe it was the work-load, maybe some stress, maybe how Italy was just so adorable and oblivious-- no! You shook your head rapidly from side to side, enough to give a person whip lash. "That can't be it.. It's not his fault, after all... And besides, it's not like I like him or anything...." You mumbled as you rake your fingers through your ______ colored hair. With another long sigh, you grab your bag and head out the door to face another long day.
"Alright... So this go here, and that belongs over here..." You say softly, trying to sort out the
Ti Amo (Italy X Reader)Ti Amo (Italy X Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Knock, knock, knock KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Rapid knocking made you look up from your book and rush at the door, your (h/c) hair bouncing as you worried if somebody was in danger.
"WAAAAH, (NAAAMME)!" Your good friend, Feliciano, cried as he tackled you to the floor in a hug, but sobbing like a 4 year old that lost its mommy. You wondered how tears managed to fall like rivers from his eyes when they weren't open before realizing: THE MAN'S CRYING, DO SOMETHING IDIOTA.
"Shhh, it's okay. What's wrong, Feli?" You stood up still in the hug, closed the door, and led the sobbing Italian to your couch. After his loud sobs dwindled to hiccups, you looked at him for some kind of explanation. You hated to see him in such distress, you wanted to help anyway you can.
He gave a loud hiccup, "Rom-hic-ano said that -hic- YOU DON'T LIKE ME." He began to cry into his hands as you gave a sigh. You remembered when Romano told Feli that Ludiwig, Feli's German best friend, did
VenezianoXReader~Flexibility Comes At A CostVenezianoXReader~Flexibility Comes At A Cost3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You pulled your arms behind you, making sure that your dismount was absolutely perfect. But perfection can only go so far as you fell face-first onto the mat, your face flushed with embarrassment. You lifted yourself back up, practicing the moves once more. There was no way you weren't going to use it for The Classic.
Yes, you were a gymnast. People had told you that you were an amazing gymnast; that if you practiced more and more onto becoming an elite, that you would become as great as Nadia Comaneci herself! Yet, it was so time consuming. So much, that you didn't have many friends in fact; they were incredibly scarce. To you your only friends were your springboard, uneven bars, balance beam, and floor.
You were on the uneven bars today, and you wanted to practice on your half twists and dismount. You flew from the smaller uneven bar onto the other, stretching your legs out in front of you. Just as you were about to grab the bar you fell short and landed on your stomach with an "oof!
May I Stay the Night with You?May I Stay the Night with You?May I Stay the Night with You?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You wake to the sound of something clawing at your bedroom door, which was odd since there were no pets in your section of the mansion that you lived in. Wanting the scratching to stop you get up from your comfy bed and grabbed a (your favorite color) robe and wrapped it around your body, covering your (choice in pajamas).
You sleepily made your way to the door and looked out the peephole. You groan tiredly as you see a familiar brunette man crying on the other side. Unlocking your door, you opened it and spoke.
"Italy? What are you doing here?"
Italy cried out like a baby as he rapidly told you.
"I had a night-a-mare and it was so scary and now I can't sleep so may I stay the night with you, (your name)?"
You really didn't want to, not because you didn't like the guy. In fact, you thought he was cute. Then again, so were the other gu
Angel Kisses~ FelixReader [Kissingbooth story con]"Why the hell am I in charge of this?" you asked yourself again for the hundredth time.Angel Kisses~ FelixReader [Kissingbooth story con]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were currently standing at a booth next to Gilbert, the dancing idiot. And in front of you was a long line of people people who wanted a kiss from you.
No, it was not a real kiss. Thank goodness for that, but it was still disturbing and on the verge of being demeaning as to the way the idiots of the opposite sex (which sometimes surprised you, since sometimes they acted like aliens- or something else) treated you.
Gilbert, luckily, and somewhat to your extreme envy, had the members of the gentler sex- well, yours- in his line. (which was not that surprising) They would all coquettishly giggle and sometimes even faint (which made you shake your head in disapproval- we weren't that weak) while all you had was-
"honhon hon " you turned, almost paralyzed with disgust, to face Francis who was currently puckering his lips and making kissing noises.
"Dime," you said, with a stony smile, tryin
Comfort (ItalyXReader)This one was written for AnnabethcatComfort (ItalyXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I hope y'all enjoy~
Also please tell me what you think ne~
You clenched the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles turned white. Shit. The conversation replayed itself in your head, ending up with the test results. Double Shit. You were pregnant. Now came the hard part. Triple Shit. Telling Feli.
Biting your lip hard, you drove home, desperately trying to keep your mind clear. You didn't want to kill yourself before the big moment after all.
How the hell is he going to react? You racked your mind for an answer. Well heck, you weren't ready to be a mother so he wasn't gonna be either. Ready to be a father I mean, not a mother in his cas- Dammit! What are you thinking about!
You covered your face with your hands and did your best to keep your tears from flowing. Leaning back, you took deep, steady breaths. You were nowhere near ready for a kid. There was a reason for it.
You're scared of being pulled into something, with no power over a situation. Af
ItalyxReader WarmthItalyxReaderItalyxReader Warmth3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ahhh finally done," you say to yourself, as you admired your work. Twelve roles of sushi lay in a stack, with other ingredients all around them. You had also made about forty hamburger patties, two batches of your famous chocolate chip cookies, three batches of blueberry muffins, and a [cake type/flavour] cake. All because you felt like doing a little cooking and/or baking.
You stuffed the rolls into the fridge and the burgers into the freezer, after cleaning up a bit. Then it hit you, it's passed midnight and it's garbage day tomorrow.
You rush around the house like a crazed maniac, while dumping all the little garbage cans around the house and random pizza boxes into one or two or three huge black garbage bags. Once the house was clear of trash, you opened the front door to bring them out to the curb. You drop the bags in shock when you see it.
Curled up on your front porch was a half-frozen boy around your age. He had light brown hair that looked like it ha
.:Request:. Italy X Reader - Shoulder to cry on.:Request:. Italy X Reader - Shoulder to cry on3 years ago in Drama More Like This
First Italy X Reader insert xD (Too many for Romano) Requested by Italy-PastaLove
I'm sorry if this suck or too short xD
This is not a songfic, the title is inspired by the song title "Shoulder to cry on" xD
Warning: Contain Bad language (Romano was here)
Third Person P.O.V
I'm going to confess to ________ today, I'm not coming to training \ (^o^)/
From Italy Veneziano with love"
Italy sent a message to Germany and went to ______'s house with Romano since he keep following him
"I wonder who it is" ________ opened her door and found the Italy brothers
"Ciao, bella" Italy greeted "I'm here to tell you something but fratello keep following me"
________ sighed "You're too overprotective, Romano"
"Dammit! I'm just worry that Italy might take you from me"
"Ve? Fratello, what do you mean?" Italy asked, slightly shivering because of his brother's
Italy x Reader- Scary MovieItaly x Reader- Scary MovieItaly x Reader- Scary Movie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were just getting home from work that evening when your phone rang in your back pocket. You answered the call, and smiled when you heard the happy Italian's voice on the other line. "Hi Italy!" You said automatically. "Ve~ ciao bella!" Feliciano answered. "Hey bella, can you come over and make pasta with me?" He asked innocently. You blushed, twirling the hem of your skirt idly. Italy was your friend, but more recently you had started to have other feelings towards him.
"Of course, Feliciano! I would love to!" You exclaimed happily. "Okay ______, see you at my house in ten minutes!" He said cheerfully, hanging up the phone. You rushed into your closet and changed into a simple (f/c) sundress and matching sandals. You brushed your teeth once again that day, and let your silky (h/c) hair hand down your back.
Lucky for you, Italy lived next door.
"Hi, ______!" Italy laughed, ushering you inside his house. You were brought straight into the kitchen, wh
Father!ItalyXMom!Reader: Tell Us A Story BellaFather!ItalyXMom!Reader: Tell Us A Story Bella3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mommy?" your son Felix asked before you turned out the light and left the room.
"Can you tell me a story?" You smiled and looked down at your feet. You walked up to your son and kneeled down by his bed.
"What story would you like me to tell you?"
"Well, it's not technically a story." You were astonished by your 7 year olds vocabulary.
"Then what about?"
"The day I was born." You felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around you. You turned your head and you saw your husband of 9 years, Feliciano Vargas.
"Why are you always asking about the day you were born?" you asked as you swept a piece of dark red hair off of his face.
"I don't know."
"Yeah, come on bella tell us what you remember," Feliciano said kissing you cheek you blushed and then sighed.
"Well, I woke up as happy as ever that I was going to have your father's baby "
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It was a bright and sunny fall morning when you woke up. You struggled getting up out of because of
Italy x reader- Stay with meItaly x reader- Stay with me3 years ago in Settings More Like This
You were taking a trip to Italy for a vacation. The most beautiful place to you though you know many other places are like that. When you got from the plane a crowd of guys surrounded you telling you how pretty you are. You never got that at your home. You couldn't even get a date. So you took a trip to Italy to rest your mind for christmas before school started again. You walked down the paved room. All you heard was music and people being cheerful. You felt happy like you could do anything now. You got a hotel and headed out to see what Italy was like.
You went to a restaurant and when you were eating you saw a boy running. "AHHHHHHH!!!! IT'S ARTHUR!!! LUDWIG HELP!!!!" he hid under your table. You blushed and jolted a little from that. You looked under the table and saw him shaking. "Are you okay?" you asked wondering if he was okay. He saw you "Wow! Your prettier than the girls I've seen you must be an angel sent from heaven!" that made you blush tomato red. "I'm sorry for hiding."
Angel [Hetalia: Italy x Reader]"Please quit it, Feliciano," you muttered as you tried to focus on your book as you lay on your back on your bed under a nice comforter. It was freezing inside and outside of the house, seeing it was around December and there was a nice puffy layer of snow outside blanketing everything. Feliciano was bored again and had come around your house because Ludwig was on a business trip and Kiku was holed up somewhere as well, and was counting your toes.Angel [Hetalia: Italy x Reader]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Vethis little piggy went to the market!" Feliciano sang happily, drawing a face on your first toe using permanent marker. It tickled, and you nudged away from him, moving your foot under the covers and glaring at him. He shrunk away, but still had that happy face on. He always had his happy face on around you. Then he grabbed your other foot and began to sing again, taking out the permanent marker.
"Quit it, please?" You sighed and moved your foot away after you had another smiley face on the other toe as well. Feliciano smiled widely,
Italy x Waitress! Reader- Cooking ClassesItaly x Waitress! Reader- Cooking Classes3 years ago in Romance More Like This
-This is a request from CatGwmen . This story takes place in Italy-
"Stupid jerk!" you muttered to yourself angrily. Your stupid jerk of a boss had just fired you from his five star restaurant. You were, no had been, the head chef but you had steadily gotten better at cooking than the boss.
He had fired you out of spite, he wanted to be the best cook in the restaurant. You were walking down the street looking for another place to submit your resume. Five restaurants had already declined, saying they couldn't afford you, and you were growing worried.
You needed a job otherwise you wouldn't be able to send money back to your sick mom. She had recently been diagnosed with Parkinson's disease and the medical bills were ridiculous. You rubbed your tired eyes and yawned.
A wonderful smell was wafting through the air and you followed the fantastic smell to a small restaurant. It was very cute and homely and brought a smile to your face. You walked in and a sign directed you to seat yourself
Man to Man N.ItalyxReader One Shot(F/N) had dated Ludwig for the past three years and they had been broken up for sometime now. She had recently begun to date Feliciano, one of Ludwig's closest and dearest friend's. Of course the German was furious about their relationship, as anyone in his position would rightfully be. He had to watch as the Italian kiss the lips that he himself had kissed over a thousand times. Feliciano was over at Ludwig's apartment when the latter of the two began to yell at him. He was sick of being yelled at for making (F/N) happy, for this wasn't the first time.Man to Man N.ItalyxReader One Shot3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Und how could you do zat to me? You know I love her!" Ludwig was red faced as he stared down at his supposed best friend, hoping to scare him into leaving (F/N). He was surprised when Feliciano stood up to him, that had never happened. His eyes met Ludwig's blue eyes, despite the height difference and his were smoldering with anger.
"You're a-throwing around a lot of serious accusations. It's not too-a hard to tell what you're insinuat
Italy x Reader - Beautiful EyesItaly x Reader - Beautiful Eyes3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Feliciano, we missed our train!" My girlfriend _______ complains as we saw our train disappear into the horizon. We just missed our train, if you couldn't see. The both of us were going to tour around New York City. Our plane flight was supposed to be from Italy to New York, but we figured out it was too expensive, so we took the cheapest plane to America, which was from Italy to Washington D.C. We were supposed to take a train to New York City since we don't have extra money for a bus for a long trip, and Alfred is too stubborn to drive us there. Plane fairs are too expensive for such a short trip and we have no car.
"I'm so sorry, _______! It's my entire fault we didn't make it on time! I was too slow eating my pasta, and you know I had a big late so I couldn't finish it all! And also-"
"It's okay Feliciano. We can exchange these train tickets for subway passes instead. Easy as pasta," _______ smiled at me like her optimistic self. She entered the transportation booth and I saw her
Italy X Reader- More than a best friendItaly X Reader- More than a best friend3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were walking to Italy's place to spend time with him, after all he was your best friend and beyond cute to refuse him. He always made you laugh with his cute behaviors. You still didn't understand why Germany was so stressed with him. Alright, maybe sometimes Italy was to loud and hyper, but it wasn't a reason to hate or ignore him. You finally reached his house and knocked on the door. The door opened to revel Italy's brother, Romano.
"Hi there, Romano!" you said with a smile. Romano just sighed in annoyance. Don't get it the wrong way, he liked you, but sometimes you were too much like the hyper Italian.
"Hey fratello bastardo! [Name] is here!" Romano yelled and Italy appeared in a second.
"Ve~...[Name]! I'm so happy that you're here!~" with that said he gave you a tight hug in which you returned. Romano just rolled his eyes and you giggled.
"So, Italy....What are we going to do today?" you asked him with a big happy grin.
"Ve~...Lets cook some pasta and maybe after that play out
ItalyxReader: PerfectItalyxReader: Perfect3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"__________," Feliciano whined, "I'm so lonely since Luddy left!"
You looked up from your book, "What do you want me to do?"
Feli crossed his arms and put on that cute determined face, "I want to get a girlfriend."
Blushing you said, "Feli you mean-?"
"I need your help to get one to like me."
*cue the sweat drop* "Why do you need me? Isn't Italian the language of love or something?" you shrugged, "Talk to her in Italian."
"____________, I need you to make sure I don't mess up!"
You sighed and got up, "Ok, but I'm driving."
Feliciano-"Then I can tell you my pickup lines."
Today was going to be a long day.
~Time Skip to a park where we find the Italian male in the mist of its strange mating rituals~
"Ciao bella, can I have your name?"
The good woman cocked her head, "Why don't you have one of your own?"
"I'd like to call you. What's your number?" asked the perky Italian.
"In the phone book," the woman deadpanned. You wanted to get up and tell Feliciano to stop before he got slapped, but
ItalyXReader: Heat DazedItalyXReader: Heat Dazed3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I staggered across the end of the trail, sticky, pungent sweat dripping down my face. My breathing was fast and deep, desperate to rush oxygen to my body. My pulse beat a fast cadence on my neck. How was it almost 90 degrees out at only 9 in the morning? I was definitely glad I got my run in when I did. The forecast called for 100+ temperatures, not including the heavy humidity. Already it felt like I had been swimming through the thick air, rather than running through it.
I went over to my car, ready to get a drink of water. I was thirsty enough to have three whole bottles. I wiped my damp forehead with the bottom of my white cut-off shirt, the only part of my shirt not already soaked with the foul-smelling liquid.
As I neared my car, I saw a rather strange sight. There was a young, aburun-haired man running in the strangest outfit. It was a long-slee