Spamano: MorningsThe early light shone through the blinds into a spacious master bedroom, making stripes of gold across a snow-colored mattress. The clock dimly read 10:21 am, but in the bright light, the digital numbers were faded, unimportant. The room had a lazy feel to it, as if the flood of buttery sunshine was actually tangible, hindering movement.More Like This
The bed held two dozing bodies. The larger one, a tanned, finely muscled Spanish man, lay curled loosely on his side, hands around the smaller man's waist. The latter had chestnut hair, and a single stray curl that rose and fell as he breathed. Every once in a while, he would roll irritably in his sleep and press himself closer into the Spaniard.
Antonio yawned, opening his eyes to the morning. He dimly thought that he must have overslept a little, but he hadn't much to do anyways. And he was so comfortable
He looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. Lovino smelled like everything he loved: the tomatoes he ate constantly, the gr
NorwayxReader - One Kiss GoodnightMore Like This
Lukas quietly opened the front door to his house, making sure not to make too much noise. It was pretty late, after all. 2: 33 AM to be exact. All of the lights were off, making it a bit hard for him to see what he was doing and where he was going. He dropped his bags to the cold floor and made sure that he locked the door behind him before slipping his coat along with his brown boots.
"Damn weather..." he softly mumbled to himself, half asleep.
On the other hand, you were sitting motionlessly by the small wooden coffee table you had purchased not too long ago. Your eyelids fluttered a bit from the dreams you were currently having. Your back was lazily slumped over, your right palm under your chin and your left hand holding a half empty mug of tea. You had been waiting for your boyfriend to come back home from work, but the wait had somehow made you fall into a deep slumber.
Lukas tiptoed his way towards the living room and noticed your sleeping form. Not wanting to wake you up, a part
NorwayxReader-I'm All YoursYou stood face-to-face with your Norwegian groom (and best friend), looking up into his calm blue eyes with a shy smile. His short blond hair was pinned back by his Nordic Cross barrette and his lean body adorned a snazzy black tuxedo.More Like This
"I do," Lukas said as monotonously as ever but the emotion was all in his eyes as he looked down at you with a tender smile.
"I..." You looked up from the ground, feeling your heart pound violently in your chest, "...Do."
"Oui," the French priest looked your groom's way with a wink, "you may now French kiss ze bride! Onhonhonhon!"
Lukas leaned in with a slight smile and you stood on your tiptoes to meet him halfway.
I love you he mouthed before pressing his lips onto yours. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, instantly kissing back. Family and friends applauded and Lukas pulled his head away before things got more passionate.
Your family and friends cheered but it was Lukas' Nordic friends that cheered the loudest. Well, the Dane
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"Jeez, Britain! How come you're so lame nowadays, dude?"
'Lame? I was the person who raised you, you bloody git! Show some respect!'
"Ohonhonhon~ I agree with America, ma chérie! You're quite a softie now, non?"
'Why you bloody frog!'
Comments like these filled the meeting room, where the World Conference was supposed to be held; but of course, a meeting with the various countries practically spelled out 'trouble.' In every meeting, at least some sort of chaos ensued.
Today's topic? England's apparent 'weakness' and 'lameness.'
If it weren't for him being a gentleman, he would've immediately belted out every snappy thought that crossed his mind as comments about him were made; actually, he would've, gentleman or not. But, he had promised _____ to not get into any trouble, and he intended to keep that promise.
Though, that was proving rather hard at the moment.
As America and France teased him about
2P!FrancexMother!Reader2P!FrancexMother!Reader with Child!2P!America and Child!2P!CanadaMore Like This
You sighed as your seven year old son hurtled into the kitchen, clutching his face. Again.
Alfred's tanned face was streaked with tears and a rather large bruise covered his forehead. His bottom lip was trembling and he glared at the floor, most likely was trying not cry.
"What happened Alfred?"
You knelt to his level, gently pulling his hand away from his face. His left cheek was swollen and a trickled of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
You stared, feeling your anger rise inside you.
Which dumb ass, son of a bitch had hit your child?
Alfred was breathing heavily, his nostrils flared slightly as he held back tears.
"Open your mouth Al."
He shook his head, trying to pull away. You pursed your lips and his shoulders slummed.
Slowly he opened his mouth slightly, wincing. A few tears slid down his cheek.
The inside of Alfred's mouth was a bloody mess.
England's New SongEngland The Bushy Eye-Browed BritishmanMore Like This
Written By Raphaelle Manilla
Parody Of "Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer"
Rudolph and APH don't belong to moi!
"England the bushy eye-browed Britishman, had very big eye-brows, and if you ever saw them, they would look like catapillers.
All of the other Allies, used to laugh and call him names. They never let poor England, join in any Allied attacks.
Then one foggy war's eve, America came to say, 'England with your eye-brows so bushy, you should go and scare Italy!'
Then all the other countries, were awoken by Italy's scream, and Germany went and blew up, all of Frances vital regions!"
100 Things I, Romano, Can't Do((Triggering content ahead: incredibly offensive humor that some may or may not enjoy. Also, this is old as shit, so it's bad.))More Like This
100 Thing I, Romano, Can Not Do.
1) I can not flirt with Spain to get him to do my bidding.
2) Even if it works, damnit.
3) I can not call Germany a potato bastered around Feliciano.
4) It makes him cry.
5) Fuck if I know why, damnit.
6) I can not cuss about everything.
7) Especilly the 'Lords' name.
8) Apperantly, I'll go to hell if I do.
9) Not that it matters
10) Do not 'tempt France' by wearing skirts.
11) Shorts are also to be avoided.
12) Or anything revealing.
13) 10-12 apply to Spain to.
14) Fucking pervert.
15) I can not insult Spain.
16) It makes him cry.
17) Fucking wuss.
18) I can not gloat about my car.
19) It make everyone get jealous.
20) Apperantly, I can't let Spain in my house, either.
21) Or else pictures of me bathing spread around the internet.
22) Actually, avoiding Spain in general is a good idea.