Die! - RomanoxReader (CH. 1)Walking down the nearest alley, you attempt to regain the air which escapes you. Clenching your wounded side, you rest behind the large, run-down dumpster which practically towers over where you sit. The wound is not fatal, yet it's harsh enough to slow you down. You breathe heavily, hoping and praying that you've gotten away from the people who chase you so. As your breath softens, you open your eyes. Tears prick them, blurring the vision which you so depend on. A moment of relief comes, though you are fully aware that you are not quite out of the woods yet. You sigh in pain, and shut your *e/c* eyes. Suddenly, scaring the littlest bit of peace out of you, a rough voice quietly echoes between the bloodied walls of brick:More Like This
"Who goes there, damn it?!"
The voice sounds as if it belongs to an Italian, but you are too fatigued to identify whether or not it belongs to one of your allies. Your eyes snap open. Breath remains somewhat distant from you and you attempt to answer, but no clear wor
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"Italy! Stop squirming so I can finish!" You complained, wiping away the sweat with one arm while using the other to work.
The Italian's eyes were brimming with fresh tears,"But bella, you're hurting me!"
Romano grabbed Italy and held him still as you continued to wrap the white gauze around his wounds. "Thank you Romano. And Italy, how do you manage to get hurt all the time?"
"B-because whenever I train with Germany, I always fall- OW!" He squealed as tears fell from his eyes as you tightened the bandages on his scraped knees.
"Shut up fratello!" Romano complained as he held his sobbing, writhing brother still,"And if you're complaining so much, then stop hanging around the damned potato bastard!"
"But Germany's my friend- OW!!!" His arm broke free for his brother's grasp and quickly went onto the wound you had just applied alcohol to. "Bella...you're hurting me..."
Pulling his head closer and kissing his forehead, you laughed a bit,"Do