The Best Gift I Have Ever Gotten
The Best Gift I Have Ever Gotten
It was the day that Italy and Romano would celebrate every years to remember their great unification. The day they became one, solid, and unified Italy.
The day they had realized one of the main reason for the struggle towards unification.
But this year was a little different. This year, instead of staying home and celebrating with a party, Italy and Romano were going to park.
Spain had invited Romano to go to the park for his birthday, expecting that Japan and Germany would pull Italy away to do something for the younger's birthday but earlier, Italy had told his friends that he wanted to be with his brother for his birthday.
Which is why, now Spain and Italy were sitting far away from each other on a bench, waiting for Romano to come out of the park bathrooms.
Since when did parks have public bathrooms?
"Hey, Feli? I need to ask you something." Spain said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that was covering them like a thick bla
WantedWanted2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You know I'd fall apart without you
I don't know how you do what you do
'Cause everything that don't make sense about me
Makes sense when I'm with you.
Romano never understood his brother. Hell, he never understood himself so why did he expect to understand his brother. But really, sometimes, when he was around his baby brother, he felt that most things about himself did make sense. Like how he hated that potato bastard being around him and how he hated the fact that it was only the tomato and wine bastard that chased after him... And not Veneziano.
Well, fuck, now I sound like a lovestruck teenage girl, Lovino glared at the sight of Feliciano playing with a kitten. He wished that his brother would give him the same attention but of course, he had to be super cute and furry or German for that to happen.
Like everything that's green, girl I need you.
But it's more than one and one makes two.
Put aside the math and the logic of it,
You gotta know you want it
I Got You (Gift)I Got You (Gift)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I Got You
Shit, how did I get myself in such a stupid situation like this? Lovino asked himself as he walked around alone on the streets of Florence. He had gone on a blind date and he ended up getting slapped and cursed at by his date. How was he supposed to know she was offended by racist jokes? He was just kidding anyways!
Either way, his car had stopped working which is why he was walking. Lovino cursed to himself and wondered why he hadn’t taken it to the mechanic when his brother had told him that his car was making weird noises. He stopped in his tracks as he began to think more.
Quickly pulling out his phone, Lovino dialed his brother’s number and waited to her his voice. Why hadn’t he thought of this sooner? He couldn’t call Antonio because he was in Spain right now with his fiancé, Francis, so it only made sense to call his brother.
“Lovi? What’s wrong?” Came the worried response from his brot
Say It Right In the day, in the nightSay It Right1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Say it right, say it all
You either got it or you don't
You either stand or you fall
Feliciano was standing beside Lovino's bed watching him sleep. He moved some of Lovino's hair out of his face, taking care to avoid the curl. He continued to watch him for a few more moments. Then he leaned over and kissed his forehead before smiling sadly.
"It's funny and sad... You're my fratello, I'm not suppose to feel this way about you... People say it's wrong and sick, but I..."
When your will is broken
When it slips from your hands
When there's no time for joking
There's a hole in the plan
Tears began to run down Feliciano's cheek and he rubbed them away in frustration. This only caused more to fall from his eyes and a small sob escaped from his lips. He tried to calm down, but he continued to stare at Lovino as he began to speak again.
"I can't help it. I can't stop this feeling. Even if you don't feel the same way, I can't stop it. You only s
Coffee for You and MeCoffee for You and MeCoffee for You and Me2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lovino finally discovered something that he hated and had known it deep down inside but never really knew that he hated it...
It's somewhat hard to explain...
Either way, he discovered his hatred for coffee. Especially the lattes, mochas, and whatever. Lovino would sneer at the mere mention of the drink. Lately, he had been drinking tea, wine, juice, water... He even tried beer once! Only to forget that stupid drink.
Exactly what triggered his hatred for that one drink that was favored throughout the entire world? Hm, possibly the death of the only girl he loved. Why?
Because Feliciana Vargas loved coffee.
She always begged Lovino to take her to a café where she would order coffee and a random pastry. He would order the same and listen to her talk about different things. Lovino loved the way she would pause in the middle of a rant to sip her warm drink and close her eyes in pure bliss. Not that he would have ever admitted during the time she was alive
Never Completely Forgotten (Itacest) ((Just a short Itacest fic I wrote in honor of March 17th. ^^ I’ll definitely post translations tomorrow, I’m exhausted today. Goodnight-))Never Completely Forgotten (Itacest)8 months ago in Romance More Like This
Tears dripped down the Italian nation’s face as he swirled wine around a glass, silence encasing the room in which he sat. He leaned back in the wooden kitchen chair, tilting it ever-so-slightly. He watched the dark liquid swirl around inside the clear glass and sighed. It hadn’t been a very good day for him, although….when was it ever a “good” day anymore…?
His name was Lovino Vargas, and this very day happened to be his birthday. That is, the birthday he shared with his brother, Feliciano. It was the same day that years ago the two had unified, quite possibly the proudest day of his life. That day, he’d finally been recognized as Italy. Though it seemed like everyone had forgotten about him since then.
You see, after the unification, the ot
Hetalia -- Itacest: Something More Than DessertsHetalia -- Itacest: Something More than DessertsHetalia -- Itacest: Something More Than Desserts2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Thank you for taking the time to read this fanfiction. Actually, this is my first fanfiction ever, so, why not write about my number one OTP? ( Terribly sorry if it makes no sense! I tried my best! ;w; )
I had aid from one of my friends, Sey, who is my little Itacest buddy. She did a few parts of the beginning. Right. An Itacest lemon with cooking, misuse of cooking ingredients, and the Italy brothers. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, nor do I own these characters. These belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Quietly laying on the couch; long legs stretched out in a lazy-sort of way; arms folded behind a dark-chocolate colored head, acting like a cradle. Slow and even breathing echoed throughout the still house, with not another soul around to hear. With the television softly humming in the background, the light rays of sunset giving the
[APH] - RomanoXItaly Romano and Italy slowly staggered back into their house. They had just come back from a long walk in the woods-which Feli forced Lovino to go. Now Romano gladly sat down on the plush couch in their living room. He looked at the nearby clock. 11:46pm. Damn that fratello just HAD to take the longest route there was.[APH] - RomanoXItaly3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Italy stretched his arms and let out a big yawn "Ve~ I'm so tired!"
"Then go to bed bastardo!" He snapped back, must be all the walking that made him snap at his brother, even though he didn't like to. Feli clearly looked hurt even though he was used to his brother's bad language, which made Romano add; "Fine You can sleep with me if you want..." "Yay!" Italy chirped cheerfully and bounced a little, then they both headed to the bed that was located upstairs.
The morning sun made Romano slowly stir from the big, regal bed. He tried to sit up, but instead got
Tough to be a ParentTough to be a Parent2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tough to be a Parent
Spain walked towards the dining room table slowly with a tired look plastered on his face. His footsteps echoed through the empty room as he reached his seat. He pulled the chair back and straightened up his back just to hear a few bones in his spine crack. He groaned quietly and sat down, hunching his back again and staring at the shiny mahogany table.
"Bonjour, mon ami~!" Spain heard his friend, France, trill from afar. He muttered a quiet 'hola' before laying his face on the table. He heard France's footsteps become louder and louder as the blond man walked towards him. "What is wrong? Are you not feeling well?" France asked with a concern tone in his voice.
Spain sighed and crossed his arms on the table. "Taking care of children is harder than I thought... Especially if they're really moody most of the time." He said and pursed his lips. France sighed too and nodded.
"Even though Canada is not as troublesome as his brother, it is a bit hard to take care of him
Izaya X Reader Chapter 43~Izaya's POVIzaya X Reader Chapter 432 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sit at my desk and read over another piece of paper before crossing a big X on the signature line. Being an informant there are plenty of people who would love to forge my signature so I always sign my papers with an X to avoid problems. I set the sheet down on a stack of papers and rub my eyes tiredly. I stare at the three stacks of paper in front of me and groan loudly. I contemplate on just blowing off my paperwork but I know Namie will yell at me when she gets back from her break.
I crack my back and spin in my chair a few times, glancing at the moon high in the sky through the window. I stand up and pop my neck before heading into the kitchen and pouring myself a cup of tea. Taking a few long sips, I sit back down in my chair and pick up the next sheet of paper before my cell phone rings. Thankful for the distraction, I see the caller id is [name] and smile widely.
"[Name] so nice to hear from you! Did you miss me already?" I spin in my chair playfully but stop when
Fluffy Itacest Request- Tissues and Italian WineLovino wasn't sure what to do with his evening. It had been about a month since his longtime boyfriend, Antonio, had broken up with him. He hadn't quite gotten over the abrupt break up yet, and things hadn't been made better by the impromptu World Conference a day before. The poor Southern Italian had been seated directly across from the Spaniard and his new boyfriend, the Wine Basta- er, Francis, suffering through all the useless, uncalled for flirting. Needless to say, Lovi was not at his happiest. At least Feli's not here, he thought to himself with a sigh.Fluffy Itacest Request- Tissues and Italian Wine2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Things were getting a little more stressful for Romano. Being around his brother was getting harder than it used to be. It wasn't because lovable little Feliciano was annoying (though he was on occasion) or anything of that sort. No, it was for a completely different reason. Lately, the North of Italy was having a strange effect on his older brother. Lovino couldn't remain near Feliciano for too long, or else, he bec
Izaya X Reader Chapter 5~Reader POVIzaya X Reader Chapter 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You unlock the door to your apartment and slowly walk in, waiting for Shizuo's reaction.
"THE FLEA WAS WITH YOU?! DID HE DO ANYTHING TO YOU?! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM! I KNEW IT WAS A BAD IDEA TO LEAVE YOU ALL ALONE TODAY! KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL." Shizuo yells and paces around the room furiously as you set your messenger bag down near the door and place your purchases on the coffee table.
"Shizuo please calm down! He didn't do anything to me! He followed me today and I couldn't shake him off! You know how much I hate him. Why would I intentionally hang around with him?" Shizuo stops pacing and runs a hand through his bleached hair tiredly.
"Ya you're right. Sorry about that. It's just-well you know how I feel about him." Shizuo sinks down into the couch and leans his head back. You plop on the couch next to him and wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest.
"You'll pop a blood vessel if you keep yelling like that." Shizuo grunts and gently pats y
APH AmeIta: MeetingIt was back in elementary schoolAPH AmeIta: Meeting2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You seem to be very strange."
"W-what do you mean?"
"Well, you're such a crybaby. I would like to know what would happen if I pulled your curl."
"N-no! Please! Please don't!"
"What's going to happen if I do? Are you going to cry for Mama, plaksa?"
"Hey! Leave him alone!"
The tall kid turns, his dark eyes flaring with irritation. The younger one with the long curl whimpers, looking up hopefully.
"I said leave him alone."
The kid with the fierce blue eyes, glasses, and sandy hair narrows his eyebrows in a threatening sort of way. The taller one, the bully, smiles pleasantly.
"And why should I, comrade?"
The blue-eyed kid stiffens a little at the word comrade, but his determined gaze continues.
"Because it's not cool."
The older kid raises his eyebrows as if surprised and chuckles. He lets go of the younger
boy, whose eyes were filling with tears, and walks over casually to the blue-eyed boy.
"You don't want me as an
2P!Hetalia- Chibitalia pt. 2*Five months later*2P!Hetalia- Chibitalia pt. 21 year ago in Drama More Like This
“A little to the right,” Holy Rome instructed.
Italy bit him lip to stifle a snicker. He held a bag of manure above the back porch from the window. Moving it to the right, he got the bag right over Austria’s head. The oblivious country was looking at a book and sipping a cup of tea.
“Is it good?” Italy asked.
“Yes, release it now,” Holy Rome ordered.
Instantly, Italy released the bag and let it fall. He and Holy Rome then duck back inside, listening for the ‘splat
A Never-Ending DreamA Never-ending DreamA Never-Ending Dream1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Yellow, red, orange, and brown leaves swirled around Feliciano as he walked through the forest near Mr. Roderich’s house. It was early fall so it wasn’t that cold yet, meaning he could still go out without a coat or a scarf. The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky, gently warming Feliciano up. He smiled softly as he watched the leaves fall to the ground, their flight to the ground appearing like some sort of dance. He spun around with the leaves, entranced by the way they moved. He reached out to touch a scarlet colored leaf, but it flew out of his grasp, causing him to gasp quietly.
The leaf flew off into the woods were a mysterious trail started. Feliciano wasn’t sure he remembered where the trail led to or if he had even explored the trail before. He couldn’t remember if the trail had always been there. He looked back to see Mr. Roderich’s house in plain view, unsure if he would be allowed to trail away. He knew that soon
The Italy Brother's Cractastic Adventures![Part 1]The Italy Brother's Cractastic Adventures![Part 1]2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Italy's Brother's Cracktastic Adventures!
Part 1:Car Rides and Bullies
I ran out of my sixth period class and ran to the downstairs where my locker was. I didn't like that my sixth period class and my locker were far apart, but at least my locker was by my last period class, so that helped.
But I wasn't expecting what I saw...
My locker wasn't the neatest one,since I'm not that neat of a person. But for some reason lately my brother has been sorta acting like a neat freak. Usually he's messy too so I was surprised to see that my locker had been straightened up. My binders all stacked on one side, and my books below them.
So,I grabbed my books,not noticing
First Day - Child! Alfred x Child! ReaderFirst Day - Child! Alfred x Child! Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was your first day of kindergarten and you were extremely nervous. You never really wanted to go in the first place. Your dad insisted and even dragged you out of bed this morning!
“Daddy I don’t want to go…” you whined.
Your father just sighed. That was the umpteenth time you said that today. It was getting kind of annoying.
He knelt to your level and playfully messed your (h/l) , (h/c) hair.
“C’mon love… stiff upper lip. The first day of school is going to be over before you know it.” He said trying to make you want to go to school.
“But what if the teacher is mean..or if the other kids pick on me? Or what if a UFO crashes in the classroom?!”
Now you were just being unreasonable.
“The chances of those happening are very bleak (y/n).”
Arthur swears you’ve been having way too much time reading those silly comic books you have at your house. He wishes that you indulge yourself more with history books or m
Scared of WordsScared of Words2 years ago in Settings More Like This
He held his head, covered by darkness that slowly engulfed him.
"Stop…talking…j-just stop it…"
The Italian clutched his hair with his hands, eye gaping out to the void that never seemed to end. Not an ounce of light was in sight, and it drove him mad till the point he heard the voices of other's talking about him behind his back.
"I…I didn't…I have to…I had to kill them…S-Stop blaming me…" He stuttered, hearing the voices grow louder instead of quieter.
Was it taunting him? Was it trying to drive him to the point of insanity? It was working more so than ever, and he was falling deeper into the darkness by each second. The longer he listened, the more he broke on the inside, shattering into a million pieces.
Swallowing, he gasped and began to breathe heavily, eye's stilled widened and on the verge of letting tears out. They were yelling. Yelling at him for his actions, yelling at him for doing wrong, yelling at him for existing. He didn't want to listen anymore, he wanted to…r
Broken HeartThe war was over. The end result being with Italy's defeat.Broken Heart2 years ago in Settings More Like This
But not in the way he foresaw it to.
The county stood in front of a mirror, bandages covering over his right eye and over several parts of his body. He said nothing. Did nothing. Only watched the man in the mirror staring back, full of shame, pride ripped away. Nothing but an empty shell that could move on the spot. But even then, he restricted himself from doing so.
His pain was unimaginable. His heart ached and burned feelings full of regret. And most of all betrayal, which made him want to cut it out. Just for the pain to cease.
"I see the man…The man who cried his tears. He was a fraud, and with his flaws, death by him nears…" He sung to himself.
But as he finished his line, he choked.
Tears came to the surface at last, and he looked down to the sink in front of him, hands gripping the edges of it as tightly as they could. He sobbed silently, wishing away his sadness, and the painful memories that drove him into hi
Death Note Online Chat (Valentine's Day)Death Note Online Chat (Valentine's Day)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
(A/N: Suggestive yaoi content...just giving you a small warning. Trust me, it's not that bad)
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LIGHT! WHERE IS MY VALENTINE’S DAY GIFT FROM YOU!?
Huh? What do you mean Misa?
It’s Valentine’s Day, Light.
SO WHERE IS MY VALENTINE’S DAY GIFT!?
Uh, it’s at my house, let me go get it.
You didn’t get Miss Amane a Valentine’s day gift?
Ryuzaki you a**hole.
Well I have Light under surveillance 24/7 and I didn’t see him get anything for Valentine
Rejection of the Last GoodbyeHarsh bristles tore at the ground, piercing red eyes glaring at the dirt that dared to avoid the broom. A cold breeze rustled the black head scarf weaved through his hair, almost ripping it from the child in a greedy attempt. Mumbles were heard underneath breaths, struggling to carry the oversized broom. Honestly, why did the damn music lover force him to do this ‘punishment’ with another broom instead of the one he always used? Growling, he pushed back a few stray bangs of dark auburn hair that tried to escape, wanting to just finish the job so he could go back inside and make pasta without the owner of the house finding out. Seriously, the guy was a lousy cook; his own food was much better. Pride filled him at that thought as he puffed out his chest while he worked; however, it quickly faded, emotions coming and going like the ever-changing tide. His irritation started to grow again, glaring at the big window where the source of it could be seen.Rejection of the Last Goodbye2 years ago in Drama More Like This
A beautiful black pian
2P! Hetalia- Pigeons Using the table as support, Italy kicked upwards to hit America clean in the jaw. The other country staggered dazed, allowing the Italian to kick him again in the gut. America fell down on the ground coughing. Italy hopped off the table then hit him on the side of the head, knocking him unconscious. He then looked over to where Romano, Germany, and Japan were. Romano and Japan were finishing up with filling the burlap sacks with the money from the bank vault while Germany tightly tied up England and China together. Russia and France were tied up separately in the corner.2P! Hetalia- Pigeons1 year ago in Humor More Like This
“Ow! That hurt,” England sobbed as Germany finished tightening the rope.
“Tough,” Italy smirked,” We almost done?
2P! Hetalia- Acrobatics Feeling unusually groggy, Italy sat up in his bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes. On the floor there were a few empty bottles of star juice. He groaned and got out of bed, knowing the day wasn’t going to be peachy. He pulled on his clothes and walked out of his room. The snores for Romano and Japan were easy to detect. Once he got into the kitchen he instantly noticed that there was no bread on the table. He opened the cupboard but found no bread. He sighed deeply.2P! Hetalia- Acrobatics1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I’m going to flog that German idiot for not getting the groceries, he thought.
His stomach growled loudly. Sighing again, he stormed out the back door and headed for town.
We Always Say GoodbyeWe Always Say Goodbye2 years ago in Settings More Like This
This field… covered in flowers of every kind, glistening in beauty to the radiant sun shining upon it in praise. It loves its children that bloom with its light, that compliment and give every living moment to make its work bring benefit to the world.
Within the mix of bright colours and soft green grass sat a man. Entrancing magenta irises watched the page of a book he held. In his left hand was a pen, which he used to write into it. His attention remained completely focused on his task, as his hand elegantly moved, simply writing…and nothing else.
A gentle breeze washed through the field of green, and blew through the hair of the country who sat in complete silence. The isolation was nice. Peaceful; where no wandering speech reached him. No, this time he had the day to himself, as if the world was empty. Humans did not exist, animals roamed the land…and the flowers shun brightly against the sunlight. If only a world such as that existed.
Suddenly his hand stopped