May I Stay the Night with You?May I Stay the Night with You?
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
N. Italy x Reader - Play Ground 'Date' - REQUEST You sat on a swing, aimlessly kicking at dirt. You were waiting for your, ahem, "date" I guess is what it would be called. Well, you guessed it was a date at least. Your little Italian friend, Feliciano, had asked you to come with him to the park to hang out. When you asked if Ludwig or Kiku or any of his other school friends were coming, he just smiled and said "Nope~! Just you and me!"N. Italy x Reader - Play Ground 'Date' - REQUEST3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Feliciano was such a laid back person but, damn, he was complicated. You'd see him flirting with girls, then he'd act all childish and inncoent around you. You loved the Italian to death but he seemed to be toying with you. But he was so naive! How could he toy with you if he just flirted unintentionally?
"________!" you heard someone yell. You looked up to see Feli running towards you then skid to a stop an inch away from your face. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you. "Ciao, _______~!"
You smiled softly, "Ciao, Feli."
"I'm-a so glad yo
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
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
ItalyxReader Insert: Stalking (One Shot)ItalyxReader Insert: Stalking (One Shot)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were walking along a road with your best friend, Felicianno Vargas, trying very hard to be invisible. Not literally invisible of course, but invisible to your little brother and his girlfriend, who were going out on their first date.
Now, trying to keep out of sight with an Italian is hard work. Mainly because the Italian:
a) Wears bright colors
b) Makes no effort to move quietly
c) Won't shut up
d) Starts complaining after a while
To be honest, you weren't quite sure why you brought Feli of all people with you, when Kiku the ninja was obviously the best choice. However, you were too shy to mention this fact, so you stayed quiet.
You and Feli, who was chattering about pasta, followed them through a path in the woods, ignoring all the animals that seemed to cry out in response to Feli. Every once in a while, your brother would look back, coming out of his happy place whenever Feli was too loud, but you would make a little noise like "eep!" and jump behind a tree while Feli, still no
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
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!
Italy x Reader: Cats and PastaCheerfully, you knocked on the door of the Vargas' house. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and the weather was perfect for playing some soccer- or football, as they call it everywhere other than America- with your best friend, Feliciano. The cheerful Italian loved the sport, as did you. You had been to see his friend Ludwig at his place already (which was where he usually was when he wasn't with you) and had had no luck in finding him, so you decided to try his own house.Italy x Reader: Cats and Pasta3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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
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
The Most Beautiful (Painter!ItalyxServant!Reader)The Most Beautiful ThingThe Most Beautiful (Painter!ItalyxServant!Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"[Name]!! Go get the door!!" You sighed and stood up, opening the door. In front of you stood a young man about your age with honey-brown hair with a curl petruding from it, honey-brown eyes and the most contagious smile.
Instantly, you felt yourself smile, "Hello~,"
The Italian closed his eyes, still smiling, "Ciao bella~ My name is Feliciano! I am here for Madame [insert Name]. I was commissioned to paint a canvas for her~"
You nodded and moved to the side, letting him in.
"Madame will be here shortly,"
He nodded and you left to call Madame, unaware of the open honey-brown eyes watching you.
As soon as you were out of his sight, Feliciano smiled softly, 'She's a very pretty girl. Ve~'
Feliciano was caught up in his day dream, but quickly snapped put of it when a lady appeared.
Now, Feliciano meant no offence toward to woman, but she was down right ugly. Make-up were caked on her face as if it was ano
N.ItalyxReader- Ve~ Feliciano layed his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes.The light breeze calmed him a bit as you and him were leant up against a tree.You heard a rustling beside you and turned your head. You saw Lovino trudging grunting something under his breath. He eyed you and turned his direction toward you. He knelt down beside you and sat.N.ItalyxReader- Ve~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What were you and my idiot brother doing?"
"Nothing really just enjoying a beautiful day together."
Lovino grunted.Feliciano stirred and slowly lifted up his head. He saw his feet, your, then Lovino's. He smiled and knelt forward to see his twin brother. "Ciao Lovino. Are you here to spend the day with us?"
"Heh No.That tomato bastard has those two stupid idiots with him at the house and I want nothing to do with them."
"You mean Gilbert and Francis."
"Yeah.But the only reason i'm upset is becuase that bastard will be drunk later on and won't stop talking."
You and Feliciano laughed a bit.Lovino frowned and went and tugged on
Picture Perfect |North ItalyxReader| Mini-ContestHe sighs a deep, warm sound. It doesn't work with his personality at all. He is lighthearted, not so thoughtful. The smile on his face, though, seems brighter than ever before. A soft heat that fills his body turns his cheeks red like the tomato sauce on his favorite pasta. He is blushing, his smile that of a dreamer. It almost seems like he looks trough rose-tinted glasses. He probably does so.Picture Perfect |North ItalyxReader| Mini-Contest3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ve~ She's so pretty!" Italy exclaims with soft-spoken words and a heavy accent. While he can't help himself but to look at her, his two friends are near standing by. Germany rolls his eyes, Japan just chuckles lightly.
"She is." The Asian nation reassures him with a nod, while he studies her features in an almost interested way. A little smile settles itself on his lips; the third member of the Axis Powers seems bored, if nothing else.
"I know, right? Everything about her is just simply amazing! I mean look at her she is such a pretty ragazza! You have to really look at he
Europe Skies - Italy x ReaderEurope Skies - Italy x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now I'm home, but I cannot stay
I dream of you every day
Got to know every inch of you
Will you make my dream come true?
Italy looked around his home, his brother, Romano, was at Spain's, so he had the house to himself. He felt that he couldn't stay, his beloved was not here, so why should he stay? His usual cheery smile was gone at the thought of her not being here next to him. Her lovely (h/c) hair, which went perfectly with her (s/c) skin and bright (e/c) eyes. His mind always led of to his dream world where she waited for him. His only dream was to be with her, in the real world
There's no place like home they say
You're my home, so hear me pray.
Everyone always says, "There's no place like home!" But, she was his home.
He walked to his room and looked out the window and to the clouds.
"Your my home" He whispered as he prayed to see her again. Just enough to get her name and number. Just so he can hear her laugh again.
I don't know you, but I need more time
.:Request:. Italy X Reader - Shoulder to cry on.:Request:. Italy X Reader - Shoulder to cry on2 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
ItalyXReader- Giorno del MatrimonioItalyXReader- Giorno del Matrimonio3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
Italy x Reader: Time"[Name], I need you to meet someone." Your cousin said after walking in through the front door with a smaller figure next to him. You slipped a bookmark into the magazine you were reading and set it on a nearby coffee table as you slid your feet off the futon. Curiously, you looked up at your cousin as you walked toward him.Italy x Reader: Time3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Since you lived with your cousin, it wasn't unusual for him to walk into your house because he owned the place after all. He took you in after both your parents died two years ago when you were about eleven years old. Since then, it had always been the two of you living together. However, this was the first time he had such a calm yet urgent tone when bringing over a guest.
"What is it?" You asked him and turned your attention to the Italian boy next to him. He was about your age with medium brown hair and pale skin. His amber eyes were downcast but looked blank as he stared at the ground. You noticed he was wearing a coat that was several sizes too big for him and
~Always~ An Italy x Reader One Shot~Always~ An Italy x Reader One Shot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been two years, five months, and eleven days since the day the accident happened. Feliciano never could let go of the guilt after he saw you get lifted into the ambulance. He had just been so mesmerized by your sparkling eyes that he hadn't seen the large garbage truck pull out in front of your car. He escaped with only minor injuries, but you now suffered from amnesia. You had been in a coma for the first month and every day a strange man would come and tell you how much he loved you. He seemed so familiar yet so distant. You knew deep down that this man was connected to you in some way.
You woke up in the same pure white bed every day, the first thing in your view was a huge glass vase full of roses. They always brought a smile to your face. You would go over to them and give them water, watching as the drops of water glistened in the sunlight. You would then bathe, dress and go to the same dining area. You'd sit in the same chair in the co
ItalyxReader: On the Abandoned Streets of Venice As you walked down the abandoned streets of Venice, you saw shadows in homes lining the streets, all celebrating merrily and happily. Since the local festivities died down, you have been wandering the streets on your way back home to ultimately be slaved around by your parents once more.ItalyxReader: On the Abandoned Streets of Venice3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a miracle you had even been able to be let outside this late at all. Maybe because the festivals have been going on they allowed you more leash. Music filled the air, probably some of the richer holding masquerade balls currently letting out fresh music.
As you continued to the bigger homes, you could hear the music playing, the people's laughter and the occasional cling of wineglasses chiming in the air merrily. Sighing, you trudged along the dark while you trying not to let your long (f/c) dress and heels agitate you too much.
Then, out of nowhere, you were being called out to. "Mi scusi, bella signora?"
Turning to whoever made the no
Hetalia ItalyxReader - Stuck In a BoxHetalia ItalyxReader - Stuck In a Box3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
". . . 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!"
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
Italy x Reader - Spanish ClassesItaly x Reader - Spanish Classes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You groaned in annoyance, laying your head in your Italian friends lap. He giggled and stroked your hair.
"Come on, _______! It's your fault for taking Spanish! Finish the work, Ve!" Feliciano chimed, his eyes closed as usual. You sighed.
You only joined Spanish because Feliciano was taking it, and he was only taking it because Lovino and Antonio made him. It was such a difficult language in your book, your only familiar with Germanic languages.
"I should have taken German..." You signed, crossing your arms over your chest, tiredly.
Feliciano shook his head, his curl bouncing away, "You should have taken ITALIAN!" Feli grinned, waving his arms around. You laughed at his cuteness.
"We don't learn Italian at school, silly!".
Feli was brilliant at learning languages. He was originally from Italy but he spoke perfect fluent English. He also knew a bit of Spanish (more than you, anyway), German, Latin and Portuguese. And he also wants to take lessons for Greek and Japanese. His favourite le
ItalyxReader- Truth or DareItalyxReader- Truth or DareItalyxReader- Truth or Dare3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I do not own Hetalia. Full credit of Hetalia goes to Hidekaz Himaruya.
However I do own this story and I would appreciate your comments on this. Thanks for reading
(e/c) -> eye colour
(h/c) -> hair colour
_____ -> enter name here
Your eyes were glued to the TV screen in front of you. You were over at Italy's place to watch the first part of Pirates of the Caribbean for it was your favourite film. You were sitting on a comfy chair in a small dark room in his huge house; he was lying on his bed. The previous day he hurt his foot during Germany's training. Noone was there except for you.
"You'll always remember that as the day, that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!"
The advertisements begun. You growled in disapprove for it has been the fifth time the film was stopped. You closed your eyes slamming your head against the headrest of y
Artificial Flowers [ItalyxReader]It was no secret that the art department and the chemistry department couldn't really understand each other. But that wasn't a reason to say that chemistry was the most boring thing in the world. Chemistry can have a beautiful side as well, and you would show them.Artificial Flowers [ItalyxReader]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, more like you would show HIM. Feliciano Vargas, a professor at the art derpartment. Whenever you talked to him it seemed that he was bored, always looking away or changing the topic.
Were you really that uninteresting? You wanted him to look at you, smile at you, to ki--
As you prepared everything for 'project', you blushed. Did you really think that last part? You would lie, if you said that he wasn't attractive, but did you really like him like that?
Shaking your head at that preposterous thought, you got some beakers out of the cupboard. You put them onto the table and poured water into them, about one centimetre high.
*He'll surely like it...*
You smiled a bit to yourself as you took out the white round filters. In
A Flowery Love Note- FelicianoxReaderA Flowery Love Note- FelicianoxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
There she goes again…
She walked gracefully through the streets, as if her feet were as light as air. Her luscious (y/c) locks shined in the sun and I wished I could reach out and touch… but…
I didn’t know her, and neither did she know me.
I watched her walk down to her favorite spot in the park and sit as she sipped on her tea, her cute little mittened hands gripping the small thermos. She then smiled as she enjoyed the scenery, which made me look around just so I could see what she was looking at.
Winter was finally receding, and the park was showing some evidence of the fact, with little spurts of bright green showing through the shrinking patches of snow. Her beautiful (y/c) eyes finally settled on some early tulips. They were a cheery pink and red, but I really wanted to tell her…
“... miss, those flowers don’t compare to your beauty…”
“Ve…” I sighed as I reluctantly turned my eyes away from her t
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