Romano X Reader - OverjoyedROMANO X CHILD!READER - OVERJOYEDRomano X Reader - Overjoyed8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was another day, but not another day in another week. No, Lovino had only been coming for the past three days, since it had happened. Whatever "it" was. He couldn't remember, but his brother, Feliciano, would urge him to go to the hospital.
Snow was traveling to the ground in light waves, blowing at his feet with the harsh winds that chilled his fingertips and nipped at his nose and made his eyes sting. The soft smell that could only describe winter made his head hurt.
But it was the dangerously clean smell in the hospital that made him want to turn right around, and just tell Feliciano he had visited whoever he was to visit so he could isolate himself in his room once more.
He didn't even know who he was visiting.
Lovino told Feliciano that just the previous day.
"Fratello, it's a good time to go to the hospital now. She'll be expecting you." Feliciano hesitantly chirped as he stood in the bedroom doorw
GermanyxCountry!Reader ~regret~(For whatever reason, it won't show what I italicized so I'll explain some things to avoid possible confusion. The paragraphs were it is written in the third person pov. are supposed to flashbacks while the parts written in Germany's pov. are what's happening presently... Enjoy!)GermanyxCountry!Reader ~regret~8 months ago in Romance More Like This
The German man heeded the call and halted to looki over his shoulder as a woman's small form practically sprinted to catch up with him. She looked to be out of breath as her cheeks took on a red flush, causing him to offhandedly wonder when was the last time she had trained. It was almost painful to watch her pant to catch her breath. "L-Ludwig...." She managed in between pants as she looked up at him, "right?"
"Ja...?" He looked down at her, wondering just how she had known his name. His human name wasn't something he handed out very lightly to people, preferring to be called by his country name by most. Only those closest to him knew his human name and as far as he knew, he had never met this wo
How a country dies. (Italian Brothers)North Italy has started limping, and South Italy couldn't eat tomatoes, North Italy said it was as if he was trying to heal from a broken body, while South Italy couldn't speak nor eat. It was a pain for him. He felt so hungry, but he wish that it would never have hit his county.How a country dies. (Italian Brothers)8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio was worried than ever, Ludwig on the other hand... He was going crazy, there was no way he was going to lose the little Italian boy.
When they got closer the Axis were like a puzzle that could never break apart.
It was love. Something Lovino would want to feel, but he never could. Antonio wanted him to see, that he was there for him. But sadly, Feliciano and Lovino were dying. That's what they called it. Dying. Their people were getting sick.
It was a disease going across the world. Italy was the first victim. They would pray to god to help their country. North and South would spend all their money just to give them medicine, but sadly... Nothing worked. Lovino would have the voice to scream in pain, b
BrothersBrothers11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
He had become more familiar with the pub than he was with his own home. It had become an issue, but Arthur no longer cared. He stared at the bottom of his empty glass as if it could solve all of his problems. He couldn’t understand why it bothered him so much, why his pain was just so tangible. It had been a long time since Alfred had declared his Independence, a very long time indeed, but his former brother’s words still haunted his consciousness.
“I’m no longer a child! Nor your little brother! From now on, consider me...
They rang through Arthur’s mind, as clear as they had been the day they had been uttered by Alfred.
“I don’t care. He’s out of my hair now.” He mumbled in a futile attempt to make himself believe what he was saying. Arthur silently accepted the bartender’s offer on a fourth refill, the translucent hazel color of the alcohol calming him sl