Mafiaso!Papa!RomanoXChild!Reader Mafia PrincessMafiaso! Papa!RomanoXChild! Reader Mafia Princess
WARNING. CONTENT IN THIS FANFICTION MAY HAVE STRONG LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE/GORE. CONTENT MIGHT NOT BE APPROPRIATE FOR SOME READERS. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
I’ve lived in Italy my entire life, secluded deeply in the island of Sicily. I lived with my grandfather, Romulus, whom was the head of the Mafia, and my younger, idiot brother, Feliciano. It was around the age of 18 that I found out that one thing could change my life forever.
We lived in a fairly large house; 18 rooms, 9 bathrooms. The courtyard expanded for acres and we had a 3 large gardens; a flower garden, a garden filled with fruit Trees, and an Herbs and Vegetable garden. We also had a large 20 foot pool, a horse racetrack, and the best part of it all was that it was next to the ocean, so we had a nice view, and yet, I wasn’t happy.
I loathed living a life in secret. I never saw beyond the thick iron black gates that surrounded our p
Mafiaso!Papa!RomanoXChild!Reader Mafia Princess C1Mafiaso!Papa!RomanoXChild!Reader Mafia PrincessMafiaso!Papa!RomanoXChild!Reader Mafia Princess C12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1 Sinful Thoughts
(A/N You Are currently 7 years old. RPOV means the Readers Point of View)
My (e/c) eyes slowly fluttered open as I awoke into another blissful day. I sat up in my bed, which far too immense for a small child like me, as I rubbed one eye. I yawned and pulled the covers off of me. I looked into the mirror and laughed at my horrid appearance.
My (h/c) hair was a mess, sticking up at random places, and I had eye boogers at each corner of my eyes. Drool had dried onto the corner of my mouth, and my (fav color) silk pajamas were wrinkled. My (s/c) skin glowed vibrantly in my dimly lit room, for only the faintest of light filtering through my windows which were slightly opened.
I frowned at the windows. Not only were they tinted, but they had an iron gate on the outside. Papa said it was for my protection I would understand later in life, but I just find that silly! Why would anyone like to hur
Lost (Vati!GermanyxChild!Reader(xOnkel!Prussia))LostLost (Vati!GermanyxChild!Reader(xOnkel!Prussia))2 years ago in Drama More Like This
You had, somehow, ended up in the park about an hour from your house. The park was familiar, yes, but not at night. The once friendly, happy, and green trees were now dark, the branches reminding you of one of the nightmares you had.
With your hands shaking, you wrapped your arms around yourself as more tears threatened to fall down your cheeks. Your hands shook as you walked in one of the grassy fields, throat hurting from thirst and your stomach upset from nerves and hunger.
You weren't exactly sure how you got lost, all you did was follow your uncle and only trialled a little bit behind him. You didn't want to hold his hand anymore, you thought of yourself as a big kid now.
But, you never thought you would get lost. The idea and concept scared you, and now you were experiencing it. It was warm and sunny when you lost your uncle, now it was dark and getting cold.
You wanted to go home. You wanted to go home right now.
"(Name)!" Gilbert called, walking up towards the hou
The ice cream bet (Dad PolandXChild Reader)Toris sighed, leading Ivan to a nice cafe he used to frequent with his friend. Ivan said he wanted to go someplace new and had forced Toris into showing him where he hung out when he wasn’t on the job.The ice cream bet (Dad PolandXChild Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rubbing his temples, he opened the door, the familiar chime on the door tingling through the room.
“Welcome back!” The bartender greeted him cheerily, nodding his head to where there was a table free. Toris smiled thankfully, crossing the cafe to get to their spot. The moment he’d shrugged off his coat and offered Ivan a seat, his ears were met by a familiar voice.
“I can like totally do this! Chill!”
Toris groaned, not now..... he thought, turning to see where Feliks was sitting. As soon as his eyes find him they widened, for sitting next to him was a little girl. It looked as though she was challenging him to something, her hands on her small sides and talking to him in her small voice.
“It won’t work papa, I’ve told you this before
Papa!AmericaXShy!Child!Reader ~Request~Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go~Papa!AmericaXShy!Child!Reader ~Request2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The sandy blond laid in the bed looking up at the ceiling with disgust. The person at the door kept hitting that damn little doorbell button and would not leave! It had been going on for at least ten minutes! What kind of person would do this on a Saturday? The day he finally had off from meetings or any other tedious trials in life.
That person out there really laid on the doorbell now. Tossing the plush red and blue covers off himself and onto the floor, he pulled himself out of the bed. Adjusting himself in certain places he cursed the world and the person that disturbed him. They better not bring him the good word or someone above better help them. And screw them he wasn't about to put pants on. His boxers with little hamburgers on them would be good enough! Grabbing his glasses off the nightstand he started to the door.
"What!?" He yanked the door open to his home, surprised that no on
[Request] Papa!Romano x Little!Reader: Unicorns"But Papa, I don't want to!" Little (name) complained. Oh, why must she be stubborn? Well, she gets it from her Papa here (Me, bastards).[Request] Papa!Romano x Little!Reader: Unicorns3 years ago in Humor More Like This
(Name) pleaded with her eyes open and made a discomfort face. She seems rather uncomfortable in this situation. Well, I would be too; but this situation only involves her.
"You have to," I replied. "You're going to do it sometimes anyways." I looked at (name) with a strong face. But it was hard trying to make that serious face at her. (Name's) eyes are so soft and vibrant with the color (eye colour), and her (hair colour) locks just dancing beneath her shoulders. How could you stay mad with that gorgeous little face of hers?
"No! Papa, I don't want to!" (Name) sprinted out of the bathroom and down the hall. "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!!" She screeched.
I sighed lightly to myself. Oh boy. (Name) is just like me when I was little. I finally become the "Spain" of the house, and (Name) is now my little self. I now can see the stress and agony I caused Spain. I n
Teach Me : Child! Romano x Child! ReaderThe teacher was being stupid again, uselessly trying to rouse Greece when she knew he wasn't going to wake up. You sighed, rolling your (e/c) eyes. Even as a second grader you knew the attempt was useless. It was recess which for Greece translated into "naptime"Teach Me : Child! Romano x Child! Reader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
You turned your head to see Lovino Vargas aka Romano, scowling at the scene. "She should know a-better than to-a try with that cat bastard!"
"Nien," came a stern, small voice. "Lovino don't swear."
"Shut-a the hell up!"
Your eyes got wide in admiration. You loved how he just said what he wanted. "L-Lovi," you asked timidly. Before you could talk to him, you felt a sharp tug on your (h/c) braid.
"Gilbert!," you screeched. Tears threatening to manifest.
The albino fourth grader just ran off to his friends Antonio and Francis.
"Nice one Amigo!"
"HEY," Romano shouted behind you. "You bastards come-a back here and apologize to bella!"
Gilbert just stood tall. "The Awesome me does not apologize to little girls!"
Papa!France x Child!Reader [ Why, Papa? ]You walked home from your school, Junior World Academy, with tears in your eyes. How dare they be so mean! You furiously wiped the tears away from your face with your gloved hand, hating how the fuzzy fabric did nothing but spread the tears across your face. The cold wind took this opportunity to nip at your chubby face, letting the trails of tears across your face freeze. This made you walk even faster in an attempt to get home soon.Papa!France x Child!Reader [ Why, Papa? ]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When you reached the elegant little house you live in, walking in to see your Papa pacing at the end of the hall, a phone held to his ear.
"What do you mean she isn't there?!" he shouted, a snarl lacing through his voice, but concern plastered across his face. He ran a hand through his long blonde locks in frustration, about to scream again when he turned his head, noticing you standing at the door.
Placing a hand over his heart and shutting his eyes, he let out a shaky sigh of relief and muttered something in French to himself.
"Never mind, s
Papa!LovinoxChild!Reader Chapter 6Papa!LovinoxLittle!ReaderPapa!LovinoxChild!Reader Chapter 62 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~~~~ 11 Years Old ~~~~
"PAPA!" you shout from your room.
"What?" he called back from downstairs.
"Um, do you think we could go clothes shopping?" you ask as you head downstairs dressed in a large T-shirt and baggy shorts.
"Hm? Why?" he asks curiously.
"Uh... well..." you say trailing off. "All my clothes have gotten too small." you say.
"Um, yeah we'll go shopping later today." he says.
You nod. "Okay." you say. You head back upstairs and brush your hair and teeth. Then, you hear the doorbell ring. "Coming!" you shout. You run downstairs and you open the door to see Antonio, Gilbert, and Francis. "Oh, hey guys." you say.
"Hola (F/N)!" Antonio exclaims happily as he pulls you in for a tight hug.
"Hi Uncle Toni." you say smiling. You pull away from the hug. "Papa!" you call.
"What is it?" he asks.
"Uncle Toni and his friends are here!" you exclaim.
All you hear is Lovino marching towards the door. He didn't seem very happy about them being here.
Doctor!JapanXAbused!Child!Reader-Words Ch.1 Kiku walked down the halls of the hospital. A nurse was talking to him about taking care of a child abuse patient. Her name was (Name) and she was about 8 years old. A year ago they had found her locked in a closet of an abandoned house. She was bloodied, beaten, malnourished, and terrified. Many doctors and nurses had tried to get her to talk, but were close to giving up. The doctors knew she was able to talk, but she was afraid. (Name)'s parents had harmed her each time she tried to talk, thus making her afraid to speak. (Name) had not enjoyed the physical contact of another person. From what the doctors had found, she was trying to isolate herself from others. Fact that she didn't enjoy physical contact and tried to avoid others would mean that, Kiku would be the perfect person to take care of her. Whether he could get her to open up or not was a mystery.Doctor!JapanXAbused!Child!Reader-Words Ch.12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kiku knocked on (Name)'s door and entered the
Bedtime stories: Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader"Vaaaaaaaaaaaait!" You whined, calling out to your parents who were slowly fading from your line of vision.Bedtime stories: Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What is it now, ________?" You mom sighed.
"You guys didn't read me a bedtime story!"
Your mom sighed again. "Sweetie, it's late. Can't you go one night without a story?"
You shook your head stubbornly, water blurring your vision.
"Okay… fine. I'll go get my book."
"Nooooooooo! I vant Daddy to read his stories to me!" You yelled.
"What?" You mother said, shocked. You'd been doing this quite a bit lately, asking for your father, Ludwig (whom you got your accent from, seeing as how your mother didn't have one), to read stories to you. That used to be her thing! It made her kind of jealous…
"Luddy, what book are you reading to her?... It's not one of the ones I found in the closet, is it?"
Your father's face turned bright red at this. "No, liebling. I got rid of those, remember?"
Lies. But that was another story for another day.
"Vat books is mommy talking about, daddy?" You asked,
PapaNorwayxChildReader Missing YouFor years Norway would disappear once a month for about a week and then come back looking something from between dejected and elated. These little mini-vacations always confused the other Nordics and they often asked him about it, but he would never tell them anything. He didn’t want them to know his little secret.PapaNorwayxChildReader Missing You2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But then all of a sudden these trips stopped and he looked depressed…really, really depressed. He often sat looking at a photograph, one that he wouldn’t show a soul. It was a photograph of him and a little girl who looked so strikingly like him it was scary. This was his daughter (Name) Bondevik, and her maternal grandparents had taken custody of her after her mother passed away…and they denied him all visitation rights. That broke his heart.
Little did he know that his little girl felt the same way…
But unlike him…she had a plan to do something about it.
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Shivering on the cold street corne
Vati!AustriaxChild!Reader -Pt 1- Austria walked down the streets, alone. Alone. Such a funny word to him, because he knew he was. Alone, I mean. A word that simply meant to be by oneself but held so much more in his heart.Vati!AustriaxChild!Reader -Pt 1-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alone to Austria meant he had no one to turn to, no one to return to in his big, empty home-a suffering and painful feeling of knowing you are by yourself no matter what. You woke up alone, you went through the day alone and returned home alone.
The streets seemed to be lined with empty and saddened faces for some reason. Maybe it was just his imagination or maybe his glasses had fogged up. Most likely, it was his mind playing tricks on a broken soul.
Only then, did a weak sound pierce his ears. There was someone not too far off playing the violin with the most melodic tune he had heard in a long time. In an attempt to meet the violinist before they stopped, he quickened his pace and went towards where the sound could be heard from.
He found himself in an abandoned
FrancexChild!Reader- Vouloir, C'est Pouvoir Part 1You sat alone, swinging slowly on the swing set behind the fence of the orphanage that you had lived in for as long as you remembered. It was a dreary place, set right in the center of New York City, in the United States. The people who ran it were nice enough, but no one seemed to come here looking to adopt anymore. The orphanage was running out of money, and another child had heard the owners of the place attempting to get some help from the state to keep it open.FrancexChild!Reader- Vouloir, C'est Pouvoir Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Days seemed to roll by quickly, even though you never really got to do anything other than sit outside on the swings or run around in the yard with the other children. Simple games of tag and hide-and-seek were common, but they could only be played so many times before they became boring. So you would sit on the swings, usually alone.
Behind the fence, a man with blonde hair stood watching you, concern lacing his features. His hair was long and currently was tied back with a blue ribbon. A few stubborn strands had refused t
Papa!AmericaXShy!Child!Reader ~Request part 2~Find The Cost of Freedom~Papa!AmericaXShy!Child!Reader ~Request part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So there sat one stumped American and his daughter. It seemed that this girl had made herself at home next to him, which in Alfred's mind was a good and bad thing.
"Let me call England," he tenderly nudged the girl away from her comfortable spot.
"England?" She looked just as confused as him. "Like the country?"
"Did your mom not tell you who I am?" He pulled himself off the couch, feeling even more tired than when he had tried to sleep early. Her mother knew who Alfred was, or at least he thought she did. So he was going to have to explain the whole country thing to her? That was just peachy.
The little tike shrugged her shoulders and pulled her book bag onto the couch with her. It seemed that she was more than contented with her new abode. But he couldn't be concerned with that at the moment.
Alfred grabbed his phone off the end table. Quickly he dialed the numbe
Neko!RomanoxReaderRomano shifted uncomfortable in his seat while is happy-go-lucky brother was pulling him happily down the street. Of course, he was in a wagon. And of course, his brother was the one pulling it. Italy was brining Romano on a trip to visit their friend (Your name), but he wouldn't go. It wasn't until Italy grabbed a water hose, his brother jumped into a red wagon and held his knees. Italy then just began to pull the whole wagon, along with his brother.Neko!RomanoxReader2 years ago in Drama More Like This
That was why Romano was in such a pickle. He knew he didn't want to face you again..not after...he gulped at the thought. The 'incident'. He scratched an ich behind his ear, before shivering at the many thoughts that ran through his mind. How could you ever look at him again?
~~~~~~~~~Three weeks ago~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Your name) (Last name), the (personality trait), (personality trait) person at (high school), but Romano loved her either way. He was so fond of her pretty (e/c), that gave him glances during class sometimes. But unlike he
RomanoxReader - Hey There Matchmaker!Romano crossed his arms as Francis talked to him, his eyes focused on the ground and lazily ignoring what the Frenchman was saying.RomanoxReader - Hey There Matchmaker!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So, will you come with me to the cafe?"
"Nope." Francis held his head, groaning.
"Did you even listen to me?"
"Not really? Look, I'm not interested in whatever scheme you have up your sleeve, French bastard." Romano growled bitterly. Francis sighed.
"What if I told you that..." He looked around "I'll give you tomatoes if you do it~!"
"That's what Antonio is for." Well so much for that plan. Francis sighed.
"You know, you're going to the cafe whether you like it or not." He finally said, grabbing Romano's wrist and dragging him over.
"HEY! Damn you French bastard! Let me go!" Romano snarled. Not that that would happen anytime soon, Francis had a grip like iron.
"Look, Liz, I don't think it's a good idea." [Name] said as Elizaveta dragged her to a nearby cafe. "What if this guy doesn't like me?"
"Oh, what's the worst that could go wrong?" She said cheer
Papa!FrancexLittle!Reader - North American VisitPapa!FrancexLittle!Reader - North American Visit2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is more of a NorthAmerican!BrothersxLittle!Reader, haha
(For new readers, if you don't understand, you might want to read my other Papa!FrancexLittle!Reader's~ )
" And zhat is why I need you to watch (__f/n__) for ze day, Mathieu," Francis finished with a persuasive smile. He was going off with his best friends Toni and Gil for the day to have some 'inappropriate fun'. Francis didn't leave (__f/n__) very often; he loved her way too much to leave her in someone else's care for too long.
The Canadian hesitated his invite at first; he honestly wasn't good with kids at all since they usually forgot his presence, but in the end he ended up agreeing, when Francis had grabbed him by the shoulders, stressing the fact that he was the only person he could trust his 'petite fleur' with.
"I never knew you had another child, Francis. Hopefully you've been treating her differently than you did with me
Papa!LovinoxLittle!Reader Chapter 2 PlaygroundPapa!LovinoxLittle!ReaderPapa!LovinoxLittle!Reader Chapter 2 Playground3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~~~~ 3 years old ~~~~
Your father gave you a piggyback ride downstairs for breakfast. "So (name) what do you want for breakfast?" he asks as he sets you down.
"Papa do you thing we could have pancakes?" you ask sweetly.
He smiles that rare smile of his. "Of course la mia bambina." He says as he starts the oven.
You giggled. You loved when your father spoke Italian. "Okay papa is there anything I can do to help?" you ask.
He thinks for a moment. "How about you get dressed before breakfast." He suggests.
"Okay papa!" you say as you skip up the stairs to your room. You pick out a white skirt with a flower design and a maroon dress shirt and white leggings. After you get dressed you see a plate with 2 pancakes on it and you take a seat.
"Doesn't my bambina look adorable in her outfit." Lovino says smiling as he cuts up your pancakes for you.
You smile at him cutely. "Grazie papa." You say.
"You're welcome (name)." he says as he takes his seat.
Request Papa!LovinoxLittle!Reader LullabyRequest Papa!LovinoxLittle!ReaderRequest Papa!LovinoxLittle!Reader Lullaby3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~~~ 1 year old ~~~
The basket you were in was placed on a porch and your mother just left you there. She was gone forever. You had no idea where you were or if anyone would find you. So all you did was sleep in your little basket till morning.
~~~~~~~~ Morning ~~~~~~~~
Lovino woke up and went downstairs. "God I hate Mondays." He mutters as he opens the door to get the newspaper, but instead of the newspaper he finds you in a small basket. "What the hell is this?" he asks himself.
You opened your eyes to look at the Italian. "Papa!" you exclaimed flailing your arms.
"Papa?" Lovino repeats. "No way, I'm no one's 'papa'." He says.
You smile cutely. "Papa!" you say again.
Lovino sighs. "Okay let's get you inside before you get sick." He says picking up the basket. "Let's see if there's a name tag or something." He mutters searching for a nametag. "Ah here we go." He says taking out a slip of paper.
Hello Mister or Misses. This is my daughter
EnglandxLittle!Reader (Name) sat on the elegant couch of her gaurdian, England.EnglandxLittle!Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was so enticed in her thoughts, that she was oblivious
to the fact that England was sitting right next to her.
(Name) snapped out of her thoughts when she caught a
glimpse of the Englishman's soft looking blond hair.
Without warning,(Name) stood up on the refine couch,
and rested her hands on England's shoulder for balance.
"(N-Name)? What on earth are you-", England was cut off
mid sentence when he felt two, 6 year old hands bundled
up in his silky hair.
"I-It's so soft, daddy!", England smiled slightly, seeing
(Name's) reaction, and how her face lit up. He leaned down
slightly giving the young girl access to more of his hair.
She giggled at how England's hair kind of looked like a mop.
(Name) then hugged England's head suddenly.
"Daddy, I love you.", she said in a cutesy voice that made-
"AAWWHH!!", Came a sudden v
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****3 years old****
A single scream echoed through the streets that night,it was 8 pm, and you were running as fast as you could. You were running from your home,the reason, you were abused.
Your father constantly hit you and your mother did nothing. You felt tears falling down your face as you ran. You needed to find somewhere to hide or someone to help you,you could hear your father yelling behind you.
You looked back and saw he was catching up. You screamed and ran to the nearest house. You began banging on it screaming for help,you began crying harder.You scratched at the door in vain screaming at the top of your lungs.
"Help me!",you cried. "What the hell do you want?",asked a man throwing open the door. "Help me!",you cried and clung to his leg. "What the-",he was cut off by your father. "Give me my kid back right now!",he yelled. "Wh-what?",he asked looking down at you and saw your bruised arms.
"Don't let him take me!",you
Papa!SpainxLittle!ReaderxLittle!Romano Part OneYou were a little girl, walking around, you didn't really know where you were. You just woke up, and started walking around. It was night time, and it was pretty cloudy, it might start raining soon. And about ten minutes later, it did start raining, and you were only in a little dress. A few minutes later, you heard voices.Papa!SpainxLittle!ReaderxLittle!Romano Part One2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Go faster idiot! The rain is cold!" A little boy said.
"I'm going as fast as I can Lovi!" Another voice said.
You looked over to where the voices were coming from, and seen a man carrying a little boy, they both had jackets on, but they didn't have an umbrellla.
The man was about to walk past you, but he looked over at you, "Why are you out here all alone?" He asked.
You looked up at him, "I don't know where I am..." You said.
Lovino looked at you, "What do you mean you don't know where you are?" He asked.
"I just don't know where I am.." You said.
The tall man picked you up, "I can bring you to my house, and we can find out where your parents are!" He smiled.
Pirate!EnglandxBaby!Reader Part 1"C'mon, Artie!"Pirate!EnglandxBaby!Reader Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I said, 'no'! And don't call me 'Artie'! It's 'Captain Kirkland' to you!"
"But you're my bro! I always called you 'Artie'!"
"Yes, when you were little, it was cute. Now it's irritating and disrespectful."
Two brothers were arguing on the deck of a pirate ship; one the captain, the other the cabin boy. Currently docked in port, the younger of the two was begging his elder brother for money and permission to wonder around the town. Of course that was out of the question though.
"Look, Captain," Alfred emphasized the word, trying to suck up to Arthur, "We need supplies anyways, right? How about I be the one to get them? Besides, what's the point in getting the men all excited to get to port, and then not do anything? C'mon have some fun!"
The Brit sighed. As much as he hated to admit it, his brother had a point. Still, he couldn't just leave the ship unguarded so some men would have to stay behind anyways.
"Alright, fine..." Arthur grumbled, making Alfred fist-pump
Papa!France x Louisiana!Reader France took a sip out of his wine glass, savoring the bitter-sweet taste. He sat in his garden, enjoying the quiet, serene environment. He closed his eyes, letting the sun bathe his handsome face.Papa!France x Louisiana!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
France opened his eyes at the sound of his friend Spain's voice. He looked over to the door way leading into the garden. He smiled.
"Bonjour, mon ami! How is this fine day treating you, eh?"
He set his wine glass down on the table as he got up from his seat. He greeted Spain with a polite peck on the cheek.
"Muy bueno! I come bearing a gift!"
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "And where did you get this gift, Spain?"
Spain gave a devilish smirk. "From the New World."
He gestured behind him and side-stepped so France could see. T