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"Where is that idiot?" you grumbled while pushing your way through more bushes. The forest you were in was littered with thickets, and you were tired of them abusing your skin and clothes. Though there leaves were lush and soft, their branches proved unforgiving. The ceiling of leaves and branches above you proved favorable when compared to the bushes; it didn't hinder your progress and it was nice protection from the unrelenting summer sun. The musty smell of dirt, bark, and pine tantalized your nose, reminding you of your rambunctious childhood. You had to admit that the forest actually would be enjoyable were it not for the thick foliage and pesky insects.
The reason you were subjected to the forest was Germany. He had tipped you off that the previously mentioned idiot, Prussia, would be in it somewhere. He went on walks often - at least every other day to be precise - but he rarely stayed out for more than
FrancexReader Une PetitYou leaned against the door frame, a small smile spreading over your face. You watched the small child chew on his fingers, coating them in drool. You bit back a chuckle, content to just watch him. His sparkling dark blue eyes searched the room, finally landing on you. He cooed with delight and waved his slobbery fingers around.More Like This
Your smile brightened as you pushed your self up off of the door frame, making your way across the room to him. He babbled happily as you came closer, excited by your presence. You couldn't choke down a laugh any longer and your own chuckles joined his.
"Are you making a mess of yourself, Francis?" You asked, folding your arms. He grinned up at you, waving his slobbery hands at you, showing you how much of a mess he truly was. You shook your head and wagged your finger at him.
"When will you behave?" you asked, smirking at him. He forgot his happiness for a moment
Seven minutes in Heaven-Spain"_______ got Antonio!" Alfred said, waving the minature bull horn in the air. You looked over and saw him dancing with Gilbert and Francis. He was wearing white skinny jeans and a red, open chested top. He was wearing choclate coloured smart shoes and a simple gold chain round his skin which complimented his tanned skin.More Like This
"Hey! Spain! Get over here!" Alfred yelled again, this time Antonio looked over and saw the bull horn in his hands and you blushing like crazy. He smiled and walked over to you, a warm smile across his face.
"Hola chica. I see you chose me huh?" He said, taking your hand and leading you to the closet. You were a little nervous, what with him being known as part of the bad touch trio.
"Anything you want to do then chica?" You heard him ask. It was only then that you noticed you were in the dark of the closet, Antonio's hands gently on your waist. You blushed even darker, stuttering. You really didn't know what to do.
"Y-You can start...but...Te amo...." You said, closin
Romano x Reader - Interesting [APH]You were always a dreamer. Always. Ever since you were little, you enjoyed watching movies, watching TV shows, playing video games, and reading books to escape from reality. You loved magic and surreal things, sometimes wishing that you lived in those worlds and not the mundane life that you led. You frequently read stories of heroic feats, magical fantasies, sweet romance, and so much more; you wrote as many stories like those too.More Like This
However, just because you dreamed doesn't mean that you were always spaced out or stuff like that. No, in fact, you were actually pretty smart as well as perceptive of how others felt, and you knew when to pay attention. It was just that reality bored you. All those amazing stories, shows, and games just seemed so...exciting. You wanted that excitement in your life. You've heard your elders say that 'life is what you make of it' and that 'every day is an adventure; you just have to make it happen', and you've tried to make the best of life
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A/N: The reader has a sore throat. That is all
Lovino burst your door open and yelled.
"_____! Why haven't you answered your damn telefono?!"
He spotted you at your couch. You were lying on your stomach and you covered your head using a pillow.
Lovino made a 'tsk' noise and snatched the pillow away.
You look up and smiled at him and he just glares at you.
"Don't give me that f***ing smile idiota ragazza!" he yelled.
You frowned and sat up and hugging your legs to your chest.
Lovino sat beside you and pokes your cheek.
"Why haven't you answered your phone?" he asked impatiently.
You pouted and got a paper and pen on the coffee table in front of you and scribbled something.
You handed the paper to Lovino and he read it.
It said: I have a sore throat.
He sighed and pokes your head.
"You should have said so." He said annoyed.
You smiled and leaned on his shoulder causing his face to heat up. He gulped and looked at you. Your eyes were closed and you had a smile on your f
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"What do you want?" You stood sheepishly in front of the desk in which he sat, gripping the note in your hand.
"Antonio told me to hand this to you." You handed the stranger the note and he almost ripped it from your hand. You were the new girl and were so shy, he and Antonio had been the only people you had even spoken to.
You didn't even know his name, Antonio had only said to look for the olive toned guy with the scowl on his face. At first, you thought that was completely vague description, but now as you stood in front of him, you knew that his description was perfect.
He was almost the definition of olive tone and very,very,very Italian, maybe even Sicilian. His hair was dark brown, which suited his hazel eyes well, but had a bizarre curl coming up like a cow-lick. The scowl really did seem permanent, and he must of not had many friends. But then and, at the moment, neither did you.
"So you want to he in the Young Tourists club?" He asked, sounding so