His SmileThe wind wrapped its loving embrace around the two children who stood in a large flower covered field. The sun was hidden behind several rather big clouds and thus only several rays of sunlight gave way onto the stage below.More Like This
Yet dispute this amazing setting, a boy with his amazingly blond hair pulled back into his cap stood in front of what he thought a adorable little girl with short brown hair and a maid-looking green and white dress.
The boy, Holy Roman Empire or simply Holy Rome for short, gulped nervously and looked up at the girl in front of him.'Don't be a chicken! Do it!' He thought to himself.
Italy gazed at him with a uncertain look.
After what seemed to be a couple of weeks asking to meet him in the beautiful field, Italy finally agreed and managed to get Ms.Hungary to cover for the young hard working child.
The wind took up again and sweep up Italy's skirt's ruffled under bottom. Letting out a squeal, the dress wearing child quickly pushed down on the thick fabric and glanc
Ne'er-Do-Gooders: Navy!AmericaXPirate!ReaderAlfred awoke to a haze of pain and fatigue. His head felt like it had been blasted with one too many canons. He tried to reach up a hand to clutch at it, but found that he couldn't move his arms. His eyes abruptly shot open. The moment his eyes opened, he cringed because of how bright the light was. A groan escaped from his lips as he tried to bow away from the light. He found himself on a ship that most assuredly wasn't the one he had departed on. Not just that, but he was tied up, in the brig of a ship that was not his own. He wracked his fuzzy brain, trying to recall the events that had transpired, when the appearance of some scruffy pirates entered his mind, it made everything that had happened come crashing back to him in a sudden, painful wave. The stench, a mixture of manure, sweat, sea and alcohol filled his nostrils, making him gasp. But that was the least of his concerns. She had to get to his ship. His navy crewmates were probably looking for him.More Like This
"Well, look who decided t'
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"Hola querida, que gusto verte otra vez."
It was him! The man you saw in town! The one that lead you back to the ship!
The one with the charming smile...and eyes...
You took a step back. He was wearing a red coat and a hat with a large, black gold feather in it. He set his ax down and sighed, giving you a smile.
"Wh-why are you here?!" You gulped and tried to stop trembling.
"Ay, ay, no need to be so scared. I'm not going to hurt you." He came closer to you. His face seemed sincere and he cupped your face with his hands. "I promise I'd never do anything to harm a señorita."
A visible blush spread on your face as you looked into his eyes. He meant it.
"But you will come with me, si~." He scooped you up in his arms before you could let a word of protest out.
"Eh? Wh-what are you doing?!"
Your face flushed a darker shade of red as he tossed you over his shoulder, and picked up his ax. "Vamos~."
"W-wait! What are you doing?! Let me go!" You were hoping to
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"Hey hermano, can you help me with this tomato?" You were currently in yous tomato vineyard with your big brother Antonio. You were trying to harvest the ripe tomatoes and put them into your large basket but this one tomato was being
extremely stubborn. Antonio came up behind you and looked over your shoulder, "What's wrong chicka?" You grunted as you pulled again on the tomato. Antonio pushed you gently out of the way so he could get a better view of the stubborn
tomato and he crouched down in front of it. "It looks like it's caught up in some other vines that's why you can't get it out. Hand he your knife." You took your small pocket knife from your pants and handed it to your brother, he took it and
proceeded to hack away at the vines barley missing the tomato. "Hey stop! Your gonna hurt the tomato!" You took the knife away from Antonio and took his spot next to the tomato. Carefully you began to cut away at the remaining vines till the
Tomato was at last free. You gently pulled it
Romano X Reader: StormIt was a case of a great day gone bad. You were visiting your best friend/crush Romano for the weekend while your parents were out on vacation. So far the two of you had been having a good time. However, once evening hit everything seemed to change.More Like This
Romano had just gone out to pick up some things for dinner telling you he would be back soon. He asked you if you wanted to go, but you didn't feel like shopping so you told him you would stay.
It had only been about ten minutes when it started to rain. You walked up to the window and took a look outside at the front yard. The rain was coming down rather hard and the clouds were a dark gray color. You recognized them as thunder clouds and you began to worry a bit. Not a second later there was a flash of lightning followed by a low rumble. You backed away from the window and took a seat on the couch. Bringing your legs up you wrapped your arms around them and hoped that either the storm would go fast or Romano would come back really soon. An
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"Now, bella, repeat after me; arrivederci~"
The usually bubbly Italian sighed, shaking his head. You'd been sitting at Feliciano and Lovino Vargas' kitchen table as Feli unsuccessfully tried to teach you his native language. Even though Feli had only tried to teach you the basics so far, you were having a fair bit of trouble.
Lovino, who was torn between being disgusted and amused at your failure, would swear and criticise you whenever he felt he felt it appropriate and FYI, that was a lot.
"C'mon bella, it's arriveder-"
"FRATELLO!" Lovino shouted from across the table, catching both you and Feli of guard. "You can't teach the idiota to say 'arrivederci' if she can't even roll her damned r's!"
You gave a snort of laughter as Feli's expression turned to one of a kicked puppy, but instantly regretted it when Lovino turned to scowl at you.
"And YOU, dumb-arse, LEARN TO ROLL