Little!RomanoxSpain, Birthday StuffLovino shifted uncomfortably in his bed, the bright morning sun shining through his windows and illuminating his rather small room. He dragged the thin covers over his eyes, much to no avail, and after a few moments of useless adjustment, decided on getting out of bed.
The boy dressed himself quickly, grabbing his apron and lazily tying it around his waist. He stopped for a moment to admire his reflection in the mirror, noting the minute details one generally overlooked in brief encounters. The way his jaw line had become harder, slightly more defined; how his torso had lengthened, and shoulders broadened in accompaniment. There was definitely a notable change, now that he had looked for it. He grinned, winking at his reflection, then proceeded to make a slight gagging noise upon the realization he had just reminded himself of Francis. He straightened the bow of his apron, fixed his hair, and tied his bonnet around his head, primping himself for a few more minutes. He wanted to look as
Hetalia Phantom of the Opera C-1 The year was 1870. A practice performance of Hannibal was taking place in Opera Populaire, on a beautifully decorated, yet gaudy as hell stage. The powerful voice of the lead soprano rang throughout the whole theatre; the voice was even loud enough to deafen those who weren't used to the sound. 'It would basically hit them in a manner similar to that of having a heavy rock thrown at you,' you thought to yourself. You were a dancer in the background, along with many others, including your friend Lili*. It was your job as a dancer to basically jump around, spin, twirl and etcetera in a elegant fashion as part of, more or less, an accent to the performance as the soprano soaked up all attention from the crowd. Ever since you were brought here by your friend's mother after your father died, no, before that. Ever since you sang for the first time, you have fanticised and dreamt about what it wHetalia Phantom of the Opera C-12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Posies Part 1Posies Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
A simple song sent him spiraling back to a time where he thought Europe had no hope. Rats ran through the streets carrying a deadly disease as children were making dying wishes.
His shaggy blond hair was unkempt and hidden under a mask. The nose of the mask was filled to the brim with posies that numbed his sense of smell. His emerald eyes were dull as he watched the people around him begin to perish.
He wished he could make his people better as a lone tear ran down his cheek.
"Sir?" a little girl coughed out with a lisp. Her own British accent was tinted with despair. "Have you seen my mummy?"
`His heart broke and he tried hard not to break down. "N-No I haven't...I'm terribly sorry."
The little girl's face looked crestfallen as she nodded. Her (e/c) eyes were glistening with fresh tears and her (h/c) hair fell in front of her face. Her now shaking little hands clung tightly to her tattered gown.
How Much Do You Love Me? (USUK)"England?"How Much Do You Love Me? (USUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"How much do you love me?"
England thought for a moment. "From here," He began. "To the moon."
America raised an eyebrow. "How much is that?" He asked.
England shrugged. "Bloody hell if I know," He said.
America stomped his feet and crossed his arms, pouting. "I want a real answer!" He demanded.
England glared at America. "Why would you ask such a stupid question?" He asked, also crossing his arms.
America glared back at England. "Because," He began. "Canada told Romano he would love him for ever and ever and then he loved him so much, he would give Kuma-what-ever up for him," He explained in all one sentence.
England nodded his head, his emerald eyes confused. "Okay...?"
America whined. "Iggy!" He yelled, hugging his boyfriend close to him. "How much do you love me?!" He demanded, hugging his boyfriend tight.
England felt like he couldn't breathe.
"Bloody-Git!" He breathed out. "Let me fucking go!" He struggled to yell.
America unloosed his grip, but kept
Twinkle Twinkle Angry Star: SpainXReaderAre you still mad at me? Antonio texted.Twinkle Twinkle Angry Star: SpainXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
He smiled but it quickly came into confusion when he saw what you had sent. It was a part of a nursery rhyme. He wondered what it was that you wanted him to respond with. But he was happy that you were responding to him. It was a sign that you weren't as angry as he feared. He had feared that you were still angry with him. He had blown you off to spend some time with Gilbert and Francis when they came into town. So to play along with your little game, he responded to you with the next line of the rhyme.
How I wonder what you are?
Wish I could hit you with my car. you had texted back.
Antonio frowned. It seemed that you were still upset. He knew he messed up. He forgot your anniversary. On the other side of the phone, you were upset in your room. You would forgive the Spaniard. You always did. You just needed some time to cool off. He decided that he would do something extraordinarily nice for y
America x Reader x England: Smile! pt 7.The sun shot through the windows, casting shadows of warmth as you sat lazily with your head cocked to one side while you scribbled down answers to a reading assignment. Arthur sat backwards in the chair in front of your desk with his chin rested on his forearms. His long lashes pointed down as his gaze followed your hand movements.America x Reader x England: Smile! pt 7.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The silence was enjoyable for the both of you. The cold weather of October had its ways of draining the energy out of people, especially on a Friday afternoon.
The silence was broken when Francis, Arthur's best friend, approached you, "you guys are so fun to be with. Just sitting here doing homework, not even bothering to talk," he said, revealing an over load of sarcasm in his voice.
Neither of you responded. Francis sighed.
The deadly silence was then broken again by rapid footsteps followed by Alfred's excited call of your name, "___________! Guess what, guess what, guess what!"
You rolled your eyes as Alfred barged into the classroom.
"GUESS WHAT!" he r
Prussia x Reader: Back Again part 14 years. That’s the amount of time it had been since you had stepped foot in the city of your alma mater. Ever since your break up with Gil, you had avoided it as best as you could, and so far, you had succeeded very well. The only thing that could possibly bring you to come back would be Liz, and she was exactly why you were back. You see, she was having her wedding this weekend, and you were her maid of honor.Prussia x Reader: Back Again part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Stepping foot out of the airport you looked around at the bustle of people running to cars, and you sighed. You’d be here until Liz got off work to come pick you up. Setting your stuff down, you settled onto a nearby bench and pulled out a book. You were about to dive back into the world you had just left on the airplane, when the blaring of a horn stopped you from doing such a thing.
Glaring up at the source of noise, you spied Liz’s car pulled up nearby and a blurry silhouette coming at you at a rather quick pace. &
America x Reader x England: Smile! pt 8.Note: A few curse words are used.America x Reader x England: Smile! pt 8.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"He kissed you? Alfred Jones fucking kissed you?!" Arthur screamed, waving his arms in the air out of frustration.
You stood up on your toes to cover his mouth, his height towering over yours. People had their heads turned, staring questioningly at the two of you.
Arthur's face was red, his bushy eyebrows knotted into two hard lines. When you released your hand, the Brit blurted out, "that bastard!"
"Don't smirk at me __________," he snapped, "this is ridiculous! He didn't even ask for permission!"
"Well he was kind of drunk," you explained in a small voice, "and, I mean, it was Alfred, he doesn't ask for permission to do anything."
Arthur glared at you, his mouth half open and expression harsh, "you're not mad at him? How can you not be mad at him? Don't tell me you like him now!"
"Arthur—" you tried yet again to explain.
"Don't Arthur me," the Brit was paranoid.
"I don't think I like him Arthur,
EnglandXReader MistletoeTaking the brownies out of the oven, you put them on the counter. You grabbed a knife and carefully cut them into pieces. You walked to the dish cupboard and took a plate out to put the brownies on. Once they were on the food table, everything was in place. The party won't start for another half hour or more, so you decide to make some tea and save the fruit punch and pop for the guests.EnglandXReader Mistletoe2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A few minutes after you made your tea the door decided to finally ring. You set the tea down and walked over to the door, your dress swaying and your face bright. Opening the door you saw Alfred, Matthew, Francis, and your longtime crush, Arthur Kirkland. They all held neatly wrapped and very colourful gifts in their hands, ready for their Secret Santa person to open.
"Hello! You guys sure are early, not that it's a bad thing. Please, come in." You waved your hand to the inside of the house. They eagerly stepped in, releasing Jack Frost's grip on them. You told and showed them where the food and drinks
America x Reader x England: Smile! pt 1. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.America x Reader x England: Smile! pt 1.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You watched the flames, you could smell the burning scent of fear and agony. You made several attempts to scream, but your voice was washed out by endless yelling from the firemen around you.
"Someone! Help! Please!" Tears rushed into your sockets.
You heard a loud cracking noise, followed by a bang, and the house before you collapsed into nothingness in the flames.
"No!" the six year old you screamed, "Mommy and Daddy are still in there!"
You fell to your knees, held onto your teddy for dear life, and screamed your cries for your parents.
But that, that was twelve years ago. It's interesting how one event can change the course of your life forever.
You sat absentmindedly at your desk and fought the urge to fall asleep. You told yourself again and again to sleep earlier every morning but that attempt always failed when you saw the piles of unfinished work you loaded for yourself on your desk.
You had a dream. You wanted to go to ________ (colla
Duplicitous Love (EnglandxReaderx2P!England) Ch 1London, 1888Duplicitous Love (EnglandxReaderx2P!England) Ch 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ms. _______," the doctor called from his side of the lab, "could you come here for a moment, please?"
You groaned as you got up from your seat, leaving your own experiment unattended, yet again. This was the third time he'd called you over to his work area that day.
"Yes, Dr. Kirkland?"
"I need you to go over my numbers for me." he explained, raising one of his bushy eyebrows in confusion, "They never seem to add up correctly when I go back over them."
"Alright," you said, picking up the parchment, "Let's have a look-see."
You scanned over the hieroglyphics, known to most people as a mathematics equation, until you found the error. You pointed at it and looked at Dr. Kirkland.
"Here. You forgot to carry the two in your formula."
The doctor's face turned bright red.
"How did I miss something as simple as that?" he said, obviously embarrassed by his mi
RussiaXReader: Pizza?“Arg!” You screamed, slamming your hands into the keyboard, hoping words would magically appear on the screen. Course, that didn’t happen. You put your forehead on the desk and let out something in between a groan and a growl. Why did reviewing crap have to be hard?RussiaXReader: Pizza?2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Are you alright, moy podsolnechnik?” Your roommate, Ivan, asked from the door. Damn those thin walls. You could hear anything and everything that went on in pretty much every room… That fact had caused some seriously awkward situations.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered quickly, sitting up and spinning around to the door, while slamming your laptop shut. You weren’t telling the truth but the last time Ivan had ‘helped’ you, things had NOT ended well. “And don’t use that pet name. You know I don’t like it.”
Ivan only smiled. “I will get you vodka. Is good for stress.” God damn it. Stupid Russian with his freaking emotio
2p! Canada x Reader - Don't call me that!Your best friend Matt had a Policy. "Don't call me Mattieu or Mattie!" Even though Mattieu was his real name.2p! Canada x Reader - Don't call me that!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Call me Matt, Not Mattieu or Mattie!" Was the first thing he actually said to you. "But the urge to call you Mattie is unbearable... unbearable I tell you!" you countered. "It's Matt." He stated, staring at you coldly. "Mattie Mattie Mattie Mattie!" You smiled, it was obvious you were pissing him off. "SHUT IT!" He cried, nearly crushing the cup he had in his hand. "Noooooooo!!" You sang melodiously "Mattie mattie Matthhew!!" You continued. You found a kick in pissing off this 2p! country in particular."OH MY FRUCKING MAPLE!" He screamed, clamping his free hand over your mouth. You smiled deviously and chewed lightly on his fingers... which tasted like maple. He pulled his hand away. "GAH! WHY YOU LITTLE--" He caught himself. You were his best friend, no need to kill you. You laughed as you jumped onto his back and he actually held your legs for some reason. "Yaaay! Mat
SpainxReader- HeartstringsYou watch as the fingers of Antonio's right hand move smoothly across the metal strings of the guitar. His left hand moves back and forth, using his pick to strum the beautiful Spanish guitar. His forest green eyes are closed and he is completely enveloped in his instrumental magic. You listen intently to every sound, loving the music even though you couldn't even begin to comprehend how to play a guitar yourself. You close your eyes, swaying along with the sounds of the guitar. After a minute or so, it fades away and the world is strangely silent. You open (e/c) eyes to see Antonio staring at you, smiling ever so slightly.SpainxReader- Heartstrings2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Did you like the music, chica?"
You nod silently, too embarrassed knowing he was watching you swaying along as he played the guitar to speak.
"Do you know how to play?"
You shake your head.
"Would you like to learn?"
You nod emphatically, eyes bright with anticipation.
Antonio laughs, making your heart soar. "Alright then." He pats the ground next to him, "Come her
Bailamos: Spamano‘Mi corazón, ¿dondé estás?’ Antonio called through the airy house. All the windows were open and a gentle breeze ruffled the feathery white curtains. Antonio stuck his head into each room looking for his little Italian; he finally flounced into the kitchen where he found what he was searching for. ‘Ah Lovi, there you are.’Bailamos: Spamano2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino was situated in front of the sink, hands in the soapy water that filled it. The little brunette was humming happily, swaying slightly to the music streaming through his earbuds. Antonio leaned against the door frame smiling. If only Lovino would do this in front of others, beyond his anger and hard exterior he was gentle, kind, and caring. Everyone frequently questioned why Antonio was even with the man.
Suddenly Antonio got an idea. His grin broadened as he slipped out of the kitchen and went to find his iPod. He located the item and a few other things he needed before sneaking back seeing Lovino now drying
GerIta Remember Me Yet? Ch 1Your name is Germany now, understand?!GerIta Remember Me Yet? Ch 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
I un Prussia now that your defeated by mine incredible awesomeness! You are under mine control,
H…ol…y….r…..ro…. ‘The young feminine voice cried like a repeated echo’
Ludwig jolted awake from once again a terrible nightmare, panting like crazy the suddenly weak nation shakily walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
“Vhy…vut is vrong vith me…” he looked under the sweat soaked bangs and at his dark lined eyes the tint in his great blue eyes slowly fading, due to the fact he was still half asleep. He washed his face and looked again.
He let out a sigh “another nightmare…vat make the 3 one this v
Trust me Part 1Trust me Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"A mental illness can impede on a person's ability to function. In this case they resort to copying the behaviour shown around them. They will try to mimic it perfectly, making sure to cross all their 't's and dot all their 'i's.
However there is a down side to this. A person may begin to feel numb or unsatisfied with their work. In the case of an anxiety disorder they may feel like the world is out to get them. They also may feel like they're not doing something correct, thus making them feel like all eyes are on them. Also, they may feel like they are not their own being, that they are a mere copy of those around them. This may enrage some, but it also may scare others.
I fall under the category of a scared person with an anxiety disorder and normally would not share this information out to you. However I need to feel...like me for once in my life. I don't want to feel like everyone else anymore." with a shaking body you began the oral part o
If you were gay PolandxReaderPLEASE DON'T TAKE OFFENSE TO THIS. IT IS A JOKE. NO HARM INTENDED.If you were gay PolandxReader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
There are certainties in this world, certain undeniable facts. Two plus two equals four, humans need oxygen to survive, and your friend Feliks was obviously very gay.
Now Feliks had never came out (lolpun) and said he was gay, but he did leave some pretty subtle hints… like his love of wicked hipster pink, his valley girl speech mannerisms, and his um… Halloween costume last year. He looked prettier than you, for crying out loud!
You figured that perhaps he didn’t feel like he’d be accepted if he said he was gay. Kind of silly, considering he’s practically out of the closet already, but who are you to judge someone’s opinion that you totally concluded must be the case?
And when you tried to talk to him about the subject, he seemed uninterested or he acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about.
Being such a good, caring, and totally not prying friend, your heart ached
RomanoxReader: Imperfection is Flawless Ch. 8RomanoxReader: Imperfection is Flawless Ch. 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You squirmed in your seat uncomfortably. The policemen in black had handcuffed you and ushered you into a tank. Just as you planned, they were taking you straight to Sokka. Hopefully, Arthur would be with him. And hopefully, the Axis had been smart enough to follow the tank there.
One of the policemen sitting next to you pulled out a small walkie-talkie. "Master Sokka, we've arrested another bender."
"Oh joy," you heard a deep voice answer sarcastically. "Another one." Something sounded...off about his voice. You knew Sokka to be lighthearted and casual. This voice belonged to a dark, cruel person.
"And not just any bender, sir. ________ ________, Principal Bender of (country name)."
There was silence. Then you heard Sokka say, "Bring her to the new Bender Prison I established this morning."
Soon, the tank came to a stop. Two officers linked you
EnglandxReader- OriginsYou and Arthur walked along the side of the road, holding hands. You loved this time of the evening: Everything was quiet except for the quiet rustling of the dry leaves on the sidewalk. Complete peace. You looked down at the autumn leaves on the ground, happily noting all their colors and shapes. And then you saw it, huddling down in a little ditch, barely noticeable but for a small patch of white fur.EnglandxReader- Origins2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Arty, look at this!" You tugged on his sleeve, pulling him to the side of the road and bending over the little creature in the ditch.
"What is it, Ducky?" Arthur asked, one caterpillar eyebrow arched inquisitively. He picked the little thing up out of the brush, inspecting it in the light of the setting sun.
It was a small, white bunny. Its pink wet nose twitched and its large brown eyes twinkled knowingly. The little guy shivered in Arthur's hands, looking a bit frightened yet hopeful.
"Aw, a little bunny! Can we keep it, Arty? Please?"
"Well, I don't see why not. What do you say, old
Russian Roulette :Part 2:Russian Roulette :Part 2:3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Matthew ran as fast as he could, water splashing under his dark leather boots. He could hear the shouting of his name from somewhere in the distance, but he didn't let that stop him. Only if it were his brother, and he knew, he knew that voice did not belong to Alfred.
"Matthew!" Only then did he stop when the shorter British man jumped in front of him, making him take a quick step back, his eyes wide. "Matthew, where are you going?" Arthur demanded, concern edging his voice.
Matthew looked past Arthur quickly, than back to the man before him, trying to think of a quick way to answer and be gone. "I-I'm going find Alfred!"
"No, Matthew, Ivan could be anywhere! Please, think about this first," Arthur urged. Matthew frowned, frustration urging him to ignore Arthur.
"Than why are you here?" Matthew shot, taking the British man by surprise, "I don't care about Ivan!" With that he shoved Arthur aside and ran past him, not thinking twice. Arthur was taken aback for a moment before he finally
RomanoxReader: Imperfection is Flawless Ch. 10RomanoxReader: Imperfection is Flawless Ch. 103 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: This chapter starts in Lovino's POV, as a continuation from the last chapter. Enjoy~
I picked the lock to my cell and crept out the night after Beth had come and helped me contact my idiota fratello. Damn, getting in and out was just too easy. I walked to the prison courtyard and waited for the Axis to show up.
"Ve~ Fratello, we're-a here~"
I spotted Feli in the bushes with Kiku and the potato bastardo, Ludwig.
"Alright," Ludwig started. "You called us, Lovino. Is zhere something wrong?"
"I have-a good news and-a bad news," I responded. "The good-a news is...________ found Arthur."
"She did?" Ludwig said. "Wunderbar! Ve should move quickly zhen."
"Hai. This is good news indeed," Kiku added. "Where is ________-san?"
"That's-a the bad news," I grumbled. "She found his-a prison because-a she got locked up in-a there with him. And she
Black Butler Creed Xover Reader insert- Chapter 2The carriage you were riding in was so fancy, you felt out of place in your torn robes. It was much more comfortable than the carriages you used to ride in when you went on your missions. After about 3 hours, the carriage pulled up to a beautiful estate, the largest you had ever seen. Sebastian noticed your awed gaze and smirked. "Welcome to the Phantomhive Estate, Miss _____."Black Butler Creed Xover Reader insert- Chapter 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sebastian carried you inside and gave you a crutch to support you before leading you upstairs. "The Young Master will see you now."
"So what exactly can you do? Other than kill, I mean," the Earl of Phantomhive asked. You had to admit, he was a little…smaller than you expected. But for one so small, he certainly made you feel inferior. Your uncomfortable expression made him smirk. "Are you mute? Answer me. I don't have time to waste." You snapped out of your musings and shifted on your crutch. "I…I can bake. My parents owned a bakery."
Ciel perked up instantly. "Can you make cakes and other sweets?" Sebastian ga
APH | Wizard And The Girl 1 [England x Reader]APH | Wizard And The Girl 1 [England x Reader]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is a Kid!Arthur x Kid! Reader fan fiction k?
Also, it's a Harry Potter crossover. Based on a UsUk... (don't judge me)
Please excuse the grammar/spelling errors.
England x Reader - The wizard and the girl
Arthur's POV all the way!
I walked through the halls this early morning. I earned a lot of soft whispers from other students.
"He came, it's that guy..."
"Clear a path..."
"Don't get too close..."
Hey, did you know? That if that guy's name comes out of your mouth...
You'll be cursed...
Always, always... I've been alone. That's why,
A child grasped my hands, she said between her sobs.
"Thank goodness! I'm... Lost... We can go back to the dorms!"
I looked back at her, I was also lost. Tears were in my eyes as well. The girl had (h/l) (h/c) silky hair and sparkling (e/c) eyes.
"You too right? Let's go back together."
When I met that lost child and, I grasped that hand for the first time,
"...Hey, how about
HungaryXMaid!Reader: Best Friend HisptersHungaryXMaid!Reader: Best Friend Hispters2 years ago in Humor More Like This
You were a maid working for the personification of a country, Hungary to be exact. She never allowed you to call her Hungary, but rather her human name, Elizabeta Hedervary. Over the time of two years, you knew almost everything about each other. Best friends, perhaps, or maybe like sisters. She also lived with four men, Ludwig, Roderich, Gilbert, and one who visited every day, Feliciano.
Today was a day like any other, you completing all the chores that were to be done. Suddenly, you remembered today was different. A party was being hosted tonight, and all of the Axis countries were coming. It was going to be a tiresome day. After you finished sweeping the humongous kitchen, you went to wake up "Lady Elizabeta", or so you called her.
"Lady Elizabeta, it's time to awaken!" you said touching her shoulder.
"Oh," she stifled a yawn. "Good morning, ______. Have you already started preparing for the gala tonight?"
"Yes ma'am! The flower arrangements have arrived and the kitchen crew will ar