Poland x Reader - Shopping Spree
Poland x Reader - Shopping Spree
"So, like, which store should we go to first, _________?" your friend Feliks asked you excitedly.
"How about JC Penney?" you suggested.
Instantly his face lit up. "Like, totally, _________!" he nearly screamed.
You giggled. Feliks Lukasiewicz was your best friend, and an interesting one at that. He was a guy who loved shopping almost as much as you did, and he was obsessed with "wicked hipster pink," as he called it. He also showed an interest in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic because... well, because he loved ponies! In short, he was a pink-crazed, pony-loving shopaholic valley "girl" who said he looked "dead sexy" in miniskirts. Some people thought he was gay, which was not true at all. He was just a guy who loved pink, and that was all.
However, there was something else that attracted you to him besides his feminine nature. It was something that felt like love. Whenever you saw him, butterflies would invade your stomach. You loved
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*bubble* *drip drip* *splash*
It sounded like water but you were completely dry. You tried to open your eyes but the sun blinded you.
“Gah!” You closed your eyes. Using your sense of touch, you felt that you were lying belly down on asphalt.
Slowly with some effort you again opened your eyes to see what was around you.
“The f-?” You turned you head a bit to the side to see a gigantic mansion to the side of you.
“Woah! That’s a nice house but where am I?”
You looked up to your front of your body to see it lying in front of a huge fountain. Clear rivulets of water were gently cascading down the structure reflecting the sun’s bright light.
Your mini pain in your eyes turned into a migraine. In pain, you shut your eyes and laid your head down but not before hearing laughter and two sets of footsteps coming toward you.
Poland and Lithuania were walking together and laughing. Their laughter was towards Russia on how he slipped from a banana peel that Poland “accidentally” dropped. The whole scene was absolutely hilarious and how Ivan got tangled up in his scarf. Thankfully, Feliks managed to get away from Russia when he found out it was Poland who staged the prank.
You would have heard their entire conservation and joined in their laughter but sadly you were still in pain and then BAM!
An explosion of pain racked your head and you SCREAMED!
Somehow after you delivered that agony-filed yell, you were pulled inside your mind… and it felt horrible. But what lie in front of you was even worse.
The tender memories, the memories that made you who you were, faded to obscure colors.
‘No!’ you mentally screamed.
The faces of friends, people you used to know, and even your cherished parents were becoming a part of the vacuum of space.
‘NOOOO!’ you yelled inside your head.
“What the-?!” Feliks was the first to hear to your initial scream and when he turned his head to the left side and saw you, he himself let out a scream. Toris in alarm, shrieked also and exclaimed, “What? What! Are we being attacked?!”
Poland shook his head and pointed to your motionless body. “T-there, there is like a person in my frontyard!”
Toris looked to you and came closer. Since your head was facing away from them, they couldn’t tell that your face was twisted up in agony.
“Well is she like dead?” A nervous Poland said as came close to your head behind Lithuania.
Toris replied, “I don’t know… wait! I see her moving… it looks like she’s breathing!”
In disbelief, Poland went around your body and looked to your face. He never saw such a face in pain, and much less a beautiful one! For Feliks to think someone was actually prettier than him made him take a step back.
In concern, Toris asked him, “What’s wrong?” He looked down to your pain-stricken face. “My God we have to help her!”
Feliks was about to retort, “Why should I?” but for some reason his selfish nature was immediately replaced with a caring feeling.
It was weird. He actually wanted to hold you and comfort you when he didn’t even know you!
Whether it was from the pain that motivated you to wake up briefly or you felt Felik’s comforting presence, you looked to him with pleading eyes and said, “M-my memories… gone” before succumbing to the pain inside your mind.
Feliks stood there shocked. When you [e/c] orbs met his jade ones, he saw a girl who desperately needed help and looked lost. A girl who looked beaten and struggled to get up. In many ways it reminded him of his own self when he struggled to defend himself from Russia a long time ago.
With sudden determination, all his anxiety from meeting strangers and selfish nature melted away to helping you.
He scooped you up in his arms and went toward his house. In a commanding tone he told Lithuania, “Come on then. You were the one who said we have to help her”
Toris stood there baffled. He rarely seen Poland in command and much less helping a stranger. In a daze, he hurriedly followed Feliks to the house.
~~~~Timeskip of Feliks Teasingly Slipping Off His Pink Towel to Reveal His Certain *ahem!* Area!~~~~~
‘Warmth. I feel… warmth’
You slightly moved your body. And opened your eyes.
You looked around the room. All around you was red and white. From the desk to even the blankets were the mixture of these two colors. You even saw a bit of pink splashed onto the tapestry. You looked right above you to see a massive Polish flag hanging proudly.
‘Whose room is this?’ You thought then you realized your head wasn’t splitting itself in pain anymore.
With nimble fingers you lightly touched your head. ‘M-my head doesn’t hurt anymore. What was the last thing I remember? Hmm. Wait I got it! I remember losing my memor--‘
“-What!?” you sat straight up in a bed to see Poland looking at you confused.
“Errr” you felt embarrassed until you realized who was actually in front of you.
Your favorite character slash fantasy crush Feliks Łukasiewicz was real! Ignoring your past embarrassment, you continued to stare at him. His platinum blonde shoulder length hair was perfectly trimmed and flawless. He had the nicest, most clear skin that you ever seen on a man. But the best thing you saved for last was his eyes. His amazing lime green orbs were looking at your own eyes with confusion and worry.
“Like what was that?”
You stopped ogling at him. Your blush came back to your cheeks once again. “S-sorry Poland. I just couldn’t believe that you’re here”
Feliks did a hair flip. “Like why wouldn’t you believe in the fabulous me- wait what? Did you just call me by my country name?”
You stopped breathing. You really wanted to smack your head in with a fist. ‘Dammit! It’s obvious I’m not in the same dimension! Ugh, I already slipped up twice. Okay, ____, try to fix this…somehow’
“Well *cough* I kind of remember reading about you from somewhere…”
“What, where? Like I totally thought my identity was kept secret?” Feliks came closer to your right side.
“Erm… I think it was on an Internet blog. But that’s all I remember” You looked down from his penetrating gaze.
Poland was suspicious. He asked another question that caught you off guard. “When I found you why did you tell me your memories were gone?”
You looked at him wide eyed and gulped. You faintly remembered saying that but didn’t realize you actually told Feliks, of all people, that.
You tried to hide the tears in your eyes when you remembered those precious memories leave you. Responding, “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you”
To your surprise, Feliks went straight up into your face and said, “Try me”
Blushing at the sheer proximity of your faces, you slightly backed away from him and responded, “I am n-not sure w-what happened to me earlier, b-but some of my memory d-disappeared”
Bewildered in what you just told him, Feliks was about to ask what the hell did that mean when Lithuania came in.
“Feliks, is the girl up yet?” He looked to you. “Hello there, miss”
You politely greeted him back. “Hello. Nice to meet you Lithuania”
Both Feliks and Toris looked to you baffled.
“You like know about him too?” Poland enquired.
You meekly smiled. “Yes”
“Do you like know our human names?”
You shyly nodded.
Toris was totally lost. “Okay am I missing something here?” He turned to Feliks. “How does she know about us!?”
You replied for Poland. “I kind of remember reading about you guys on the Internet” You could tell Lithuania wanted to ask another question when you quickly added, “I know it’s a little late and still pretty awkward but my name is _______ not Miss”
“_____ how did you-“ Lithuania got a phonecall. He said, “Excuse me” and answered. Soon after he started shaking, and replied to the person on the other line, “A-alright R-Russia! I’m coming now!” He hung up the phone. “I have t-to go”
Poland stood up. “Like why Liet?”
Toris just shook his head. “It’s better to comply than ignore Russia- you know how he is. See you later” He turned to you. “Goodbye ____” He walked to the door, looked over his shoulder to the both of you, and left.
You were now alone with Feliks. An awkward silence ensued until you looked down to your clothes. In horror you said, “Eww! My clothes are covered in mud!” You grabbed the hem of shirt and brought it up to your face.
Unknowingly you were actually pulling your shirt so high that it exposed your bra and part of your cleavage.
Poland who was staring at you saw this and shouted, “What is wrong with you!? Like I see everything!” He turned around trying to hide his red face.
You quickly pulled down your shirt and apologized once again. “I’m sorry! My clothes were so dirty and I just freaked out and then looked at it…” You babbled on until some clothes were thrown onto your lap.
You immediately shut up and look up at him in surprise.
With his back still turned he said, “Here. There are totally cute clothes right there. Just wear them cause you look gross”
True you looked bad but not that bad, you were going to retort but Poland beat you to the punch.
“I’m like going downstairs. I guess I will have to make dinner since Liet’s gone” and with that he left.
“Grrrr” Huffing in slight anger, you went to the bathroom to change.
~~~~~~Timeskip Of Poland Sneakily Looking At You Changing Into His Clothes~~~~~~
You changed into the new clothes Poland gave you. They were a pair of shorts and a shirt that were very pretty and pink. You were amused with his obsession instead of disgusted by it. The little anger you had left melted away once you went downstairs to see Feliks cooking.
There he was wearing, you guessed it, a pink apron.
“Oh lord” You giggled. ‘This guy’
Poland finally noticed you behind him. “Oh hey _____! You like it?” He gestured to his apron.
You smiled. “Yes. I love it~”
Feliks beamed. “Thanks~! I think I like you” He turned back to his cooking.
You held a breath and hid your delighted smile behind your hand. In a few moments, you asked him, “So whatcha cooking there?”
He replied, “Gulasz. It’s like totally delicious”
Teasingly you replied, “I’ll be the judge of that”
After a few minutes, Feliks was done cooking and you helped set the table. Soon you both sat down.
Looking at him, you picked up your spoon, put it in the bowl, brought it to your mouth, chewed, then swallowed.
“Oh my!” You exclaimed. Never before have you tasted something so good and delicious! “This is so good!”
“Didn’t I totally tell you it was” Poland stated triumphantly.
You shook your head in amusement and kept eating.
All during dinner you both talked and laughed. By dinner’s end, you felt even closer to Feliks than ever before. Like he was the something that was missing from your past life.
You were in mid-conversation with Feliks when you gave a long yawn.
Feliks chuckled. “You’re not going to fall asleep or like faint on me again?
In mock anger you replied, “No! I am not!” But you slightly smiled.
Feliks stood up from his chair and went over to you. “Pfft. I think you are! I totally see bags in your eyes”
Your jaw dropped and you stood up from your own chair next to him. “What!” Your hands roamed your face to see if he was telling the truth. Finding nothing you yelled, “You liar!” You took a step forward. “Why I am going to-!”
You tripped over Poland’s feet and then fell on top of him. You both landed on the floor with a thud!
“Oww” Both of you said. Then realizing you were on top of him you used your hands to get off his chest. Sadly your ‘fifi’ was directly on top of his ‘pepe’ and Poland’s face was getting as red as his flag while he was squirming underneath you.
You hurriedly got off him as soon as you could and went as far away from him as possible. “I-uh-I going to bed now” You rushed off.
‘Wait. But wasn’t I in Poland’s room before? I can’t sleep in his room especially on what just happened right now!’
You were wandering aimlessly in his mansion until Feliks caught up with you. He grabbed your shoulder. “Like what was that for? You didn’t even apologize!”
You took his hand off your shoulder. “You shouldn’t have insulted me! Plus it’s not like I meant for this to happen!” You looked to the side and gave a sigh. “I apologize to what happened”
He gazed at you for a few moments before saying, “Okay I guess I forgive you”
You a bit puzzled at his quick reaction but hey who would complain?
“Ok cool, I think” You looked at him and asked, “Hey Feliks?”
“I-erm- kinda want to sleep now” You quietly said with your head down.
Poland gave a smile and smacked his forehead. “Man, I totally forgot! Here I will show you to a room!” He grabbed your hand and you had no choice but to follow him.
~~~~~Timeskip Of Poland Lying On Top Of You and Handcuffing You to the Bed With Pink Handcuffs~~~
“Ugh Feliks! I didn’t know you had so much stamina!” you were huffing and slightly sweating.
“You have to get used to it because there was more where that came from” Poland responded.
No nothing like THAT happened. Poland just happened to drag you to the other side of his mansion while running and he didn’t even drop a sweat!
You looked to him annoyed and before you can give an angry reply, he opened the door to the guestroom. It looked just like his room except with a little more pink.
“More pink?” you questioned.
“You don’t like it?” Poland looked hurt.
“N-no! I actually like it! It looks a lot like your room!” You smiled then thought of something. ‘Might as well hug him, I mean today is already awkward enough’
You took a few steps forward toward him and gently hugged him (while avoiding the certain spot you were on top of earlier).
“Thank you, Fee. For the clothes, the food, and for caring for me”
Feliks was shocked at your action but since he was impulsive he hugged you back and spun you around.
“You are like so chill. I want you to stay with me” As soon as the words left his mouth, he stopped spinning you and put you down.
“Y-you mean that?” You asked hopefully.
“I meant-I- Oh time for my beauty sleep! Night!” He sped off to the nearest exit and shut the door.
You were flustered. And you whispered, “Goodnight”
You lay yourself on the bed and faced the ceiling. You grinned. You were in bliss. You spent your day with your crush. You couldn’t even believe that this was even real or that your wish came true!
But as you lay there, you remembered that you were slowly forgetting your old life and the people you knew, and more importantly, you were forgetting your parents you left behind in your dimension.
Now all that clouded your mind was “Why am I forgetting them?...”
“…And how do I get back home?”
Romania x Reader
“God I’m tired…” I yawned as I grabbed a few of my electronics.
“Ok….you go here, and you can go under my pillow.” I sat my (larger device) on my desk and my (cell phone type) under my pillow incase I got a call.
Sighing deeply I turned off my lights and crawled under the fuzzy sheets of my twiner.
“Ok….It’s been a long day filled with classes and study session along with work……come on brain let me sleep!” I growled before sitting up in an upheave.
Maybe if I flip my pillow? Or grab a glass of warm tea? Ah! I’ve got it! I could watch a really boring docume-CLUGH
What the hell was that.
Scared out of my wits I ripped of my fuzzy covers and grabbed my roommates softball bat in fear.
“Maybe it was just (best/f) coming home early?” (best/f) wouldn’t be back yet. She was away with her parents for a short vacation.
Gripping my bat harder and twisting my arms around it bringing the metal to my chest I slowly tiptoed out of the semi quiet room.
I make it down my small staircase when I hear another noise.
That would be the fridge….but who raids fridges?
GOD DAMN SENIORS!
Feeling my anger boil up over how people on campus would rob people of their food. I speed walked, still in silence, to the open fridge door where as I couldn’t see the perpetrator.
Raising the metal over my head I smacked him on the back earning a groan and a sigh.
Then the sound of crunching metal.
“WAHHH! WHAT THE HECK (F/N)!!!” Closing the door quickly I saw my best guy friend, Vlad.
“What the hell are you doing in my house!!! It’s like one in the morning!!” I screamed/ whispered at him as I snatched the now broken bat from his hands.
How would I explain a broken bat to (best/f)?
I glared at him in the eyes the best that I could, even though he was a good 5 or 6 inches taller then I,
He just stuck his tongue out.
“You’re such a loser you know that?” I sighed.
“But I’m your loser!” He suddenly wrapped his arms around me in a hug.
I could feel my face gradually warm up at his normally annoying gestures.
Pushing him off quickly I turned my face away.
“W-why exactly are you here again?” He grabbed my face and turned it back to him, bringing his own so close that our noses almost touch.
“I came to raid your fridge of the goodness that is (f/f).” His cherry eyes twinkled in the darkness giving him the romanticized look.
“….I also came to ask you a question.” I nodded, face probably glowing because his intense eyes.
“Yeah, sure.” Already knowing that whatever he was going to ask was going to make me want to hit him.
“You know (f/n)…you’re face is really pretty when it’s painted that color. I wonder what makes you turn red.” My face darkened and he chuckled again.
“No reason! It’s…it’s uhh really hot in here, yeah!” I giggled awkwardly.
“Nuh uh! Tell me! Although I already know why…hehe.” Grabbing my arm he pulled me over to my couch and sat us both on it.
“Alright! Here’s my question. What do I look like?” He asked slightly timid for once.
What kind of question is that?
“What you don’t own a mirror?” I asked questionably.
“I’m a vampire, I can’t see myself. But according to all the times I’ve made you blush,” Vlad smirked at me, “I’m pretty good looking.”
“I-I mean you’re not that-,” I was cut off, again.
“Tell me (f/n),” he got closer to me, “how do I look? Tell me about myself, feature wise.” We were alone in the dark; it was late making it impossible for someone to end this embarrassing confirmation.
But, I’ve come to one conclusion, either Vlad was a complete idiot with girls, or he just really enjoyed toying with my emotions.
Ugh….I suppose I can oblige.
“Well…you have a nose and a pair of ey-“
“No. You know what I mean (f/n), what make me me?” He playfully pointed out, mouth slightly ajar, showing off his fangs. I sighed.
This was going to be embarrassing.
“You have silky strawberry blonde hair, not blonde or red, just a nice combination.” I grabbed a lock of his choppy tresses and showed him a longer piece.
For once his face went scarlet.
“R-really?” I nodded.
“You’re blushing.” I pointed out, giggling.
“Yep.” I nodded.
“You also have two dimples here, and here.” I moved my hands up to his soft face and poked the two centers of his cheeks.
“Yeah,” I moved my arms up higher to his perfect eyebrows.
“You’ve also got really nice eyebrows, most guys’ are horrible. You inherited some great jeans.” He moved slightly closer, I could smell some of the contents of my fridge on his tongue. It smells like strawberry-.
He ate my fucking ice cream. I’ll kill him later.
“What else..?” His face darkened but I didn’t tease him.
“If you smile with closed lips one of your fangs hang out giving you that boyish cuteness.” I admitted, he looked pretty good either way though.
Trying to think of something else I pondered for a moment.
He just stared at me as if contemplating what to do with himself…
Now I’m nervous.
“Y-you’re eyes are really red, I almost want to compare them to the strawberry jelly in my cabinet…an-“ I got cut off when Vlad put his lips on my own.
“I might not be able to see my lips, but I think they looked great on yours.”
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"Gil, I told you, get the hell outta my room, I'm trying to paint here!"
Unfortunately, the albino was out of the room before the roll of painter’s tape I hurled at him could hit its target, and it bounced harmlessly off the doorframe. "Fuck. I missed again." Grumbling crossly, I turned back to the far wall of my bedroom with my roller, and proceeded to continue layering the paint over what was already there.
I wanted a change in my room, and since the walls in here hadn't been painted since I moved in, I figured it was probably a good idea. However, a certain someone seemed determined to impede my progress by making my supplies disappear, swapping out the paint buckets I had for a deep royal blue (I still have no idea how Gilbert managed that one), drawing doodles or stick figures on corners I had already painted, or moving things around so they were out of my reach when I was on the small ladder. As a result, I'd yelled at him to 'get the fuck out or I will have your head,' but he still wasn't listening.
Bah. I didn't expect him to anyway.
I reached down to collect more paint off the roller tray, only to find it on the complete other side of the room. At this point, I was about ready to scream, but I settled for taking a deep breath. If I were in his place I'd be doing the same damn thing, right? Right. Deal with it.
Mutely, I moved the roller tray back to where it had been, then crossed to the door and locked it (no matter that the locks were pathetic, I would notice if he tried to pick it) before going to the windows and opening them. Ventilation was good where paint fumes were concerned.
More than once over the next couple of hours, I heard the doorknob rattle. But to my surprise, Gilbert made no attempts to pick the lock. So I worked in peace until a bit after lunchtime, where there was a loud and startling thud against the door. My head jerked up in confusion.
"Frau," Gilbert moaned from the hallway, "Ich will Essen. Vill you make me some? Please?" he whined, drawing out the last word.
I sighed, already getting down off the stepladder. "There's plenty of food in the kitchen, just go get some!" I called back, starting to clean up my painting things. After all, I was hungry too, and I already had thoughts of making lunch before he gave in and used the word 'please.'
"But zhe Awesome me is too lazy," he complained, and I heard something sliding against the door, so I assumed he was now sitting in front of my bedroom door. "Plus I'll probably burn somezhing."
"That is absolutely true, but if you wanna convince me you have to try harder than that," I said, wiping off my hands on one of the rags sitting at the bottom of the stepladder. It wasn't that I really wanted Gilbert to convince me to make him lunch—I had already been planning to anyway—but I was curious to know what lengths he would go to. The fact he hadn't threatened to call Francis (who actually knew how to both cook and pick locks) was incredible in the first place.
"If I try to make food I vill burn down zhe kitchen, or I play it safe and don't eat at all. Your pick."
"Still not good enough," I teased, opening the door to see a rather pathetic-looking Prussian on the floor in the hall. "Try again."
"You actually know how to cook?" Gilbert hazarded.
I shook my head as I started down the stairs. "No such luck."
"Ludvig and Francis are both busy?"
"I vould melt the cast iron pots in zhe cabinets?"
"You're really pretty?"
"N—Flattery will get you nowhere," I corrected midsentence, "But don't stop trying." I walked into the kitchen, a certain clingy albino dogging my steps. "Now what do you want for lunch?"
Gilbert wasn't too subtle in his victory dance behind me before he calmed enough to say cheerfully, "Somezhing vith vurst?"
"Sausage it is, then," I said, pulling some uncooked German sausages from the fridge. "And we still have some sauerkraut left over from last night, if you'd like me to reheat that?" I nearly dropped said container of sauerkraut when I felt arms tightly wind around my calf and ankle. "What the hell..?"
"Have I ever mentioned how absolutely wunderbar you are?" he practically purred, tucking his face into my calf.
I groaned, hiding my face in my hand before he could see the slowly spreading blush. "You want me to make potatoes too, don't you?"
I sighed, setting the sausage and sauerkraut on the counter and struggling to walk over to the pantry (while dragging Gilbert along behind me, seeing as he refused to let go of my leg) to grab a couple of potatoes, which would soon be chopped up and frying in a pan. "This would be easier to do if you let go."
"Nein. I don't vant to."
"You are a complete and total brat," I told him with no venom behind the insult, moving as little as possible to get everything set up and two pans heated up—one for sausage, one for the potatoes. It was only Gilbert's luck that I didn't need to move from the stove for the majority of the cooking time, seeing as the plates were above and to the right of the stove and therefore within easy reach.
About half an hour later, I gave my leg an experimental shake while balancing one plate on each hand, but to no avail—Gilbert was pretty solidly locked around my leg. "Gil, if you don’t want me spilling this food it might be a good idea to let go."
"You want food or not?"
"Then are you going to let go?"
"You are such a child..."
"But you're zhe vone who puts up vith zhe Awesome me."
"Sadly, yes," I responded, dragging him over to the kitchen table to lay the plates down. Then back across the tile to get the sauerkraut I'd heated up, and back to the table, then to get silverware, and back... "You know, I’m at a loss as to how you don’t have an Indian burn or something on your stomach."
"I'm too Awesome for zhat."
"So what, am I supposed to hold your food down for you?" I demanded, carefully taking a seat so I didn't cause him to clock his head on the leg of the chair. The following silence was rather suspicious, and I glared down at Gilbert to see him looking up at me with a hopeful grin. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
I glared at him. "What do I get out of it?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow.
"Zhe pleasure of my Awesome company und my Awesome compliments on your cooking?"
"You seem to be using that word a lot today.
"Is it vorking?"
"Not in the least," I deadpanned. "But... I'm guessing there's no other way to get you to eat?"
I sighed dramatically, rolling my eyes to the ceiling. "This is a one-time thing, Prussian. Got it?"
Mentally berating myself for agreeing to this, knowing that it would only get worse from here on in, I speared a piece of the sausage on the fork and held it down to Gilbert, resting my chin in my other hand. I refused to look at him.
"Say, frau," Gilbert managed past a mouthful of food, "Could I maybe help you paint?"
"I'm not doing the kind of painting you're thinking of, Gil," I warned him. "The kind I’m doing is boring as fuck."
"So I vould be as bored as a slut on her period?"
"More or less."
"Then could I paint on some decorations?" he asked hopefully as I held down a forkful of sauerkraut. It was a mystery to me how he was still holding on to my leg.
"Not on your life," I replied instantly. "My room is going to be one solid color. That's it."
"Vhere's zhe fun in zhat?" he complained, nearly spewing sauerkraut everywhere.
"Don't talk with your mouth full. And I never said it was fun, I just said yesterday that I was looking for a change as far as the walls." No need to tell him I actually had been planning on adding some finishing touches... such as painted decorations.
"It vas implied."
"I'm not gonna argue this," I said weakly, holding a piece of sausage down. "Why am I even doing this?"
"Because you love me," Gilbert said in a sing-song tone.
I just sighed, holding my head in my free hand.
After lunch, I was back up in my room painting, but this time I left the door open as well as the windows. Now that Gilbert was fed and somewhat appeased, I was (foolishly) hoping that he would leave well enough alone, or maybe go off with Antonio and Francis to get slobbering drunk again.
Since I had also eaten (after I finished feeding Gilbert, the bastard), I was in a significantly better mood, and once my hair was held back from my face with a bandana, I picked my stuff back up, put in a pair of headphones, and continued working. To my absolute delight, the paint bucket wasn't switched at all this time, nor were any of the supplies on the stepladder moved. I didn't even have to turn around to see if something had shifted.
I had just finished one of the two shorter walls and was humming to one of the songs on my mp3 player while I got off the stepladder, when I turned to see a crouched figure with white hair and a small paintbrush busy with the corner of the wall nearest the door. Aside from being enormously frustrated, this was about the point at which I think I just gave up, and I pulled my headphones out. Curious, I looked over his shoulder—he seemed to be oblivious to the fact that I had now noticed him—and saw a small area of yellow. Not a bright, blinding yellow, more a light butter yellow.
... With a beak?
"Is that your canary?" I asked, giggling at the sheer oddity of what he had chosen to sabotage my work with. Except... well, this time, at least, Gil was trying to keep everything neat and clean.
"He is not a canary," Gilbert bit out crossly. "He is a Gilbird. And yes it is."
I laughed again, letting it go. It... might actually be kinda cool, having one giant 'Gilbird' on the wall. It was kinda funny, now that I thought about it. "You do realize," I said cheerfully, "That if you paint one, I have to as well?"
"It vill never be as Awesome as mine," he preened, "But I suppose you can, ja."
Needless to say, an hour later, one of the shorter walls of my room was covered from ceiling to floor in a shit ton of little fluffy yellow birds, ranging from the size of a football to fist-sized to the size of Gilbert's big head.
How in the hell had he managed to do this (and get me to as well) without retribution? I would probably never know.
Well, at least he was keeping it to one wall.
I was up on the stepladder and finishing the fluffy chick in the top corner when I glanced down, and saw that Gilbert was adding eye colors to some of the 'Gilbirds.' I giggled under my breath.
"Vhat? All of zhem have to be different," my friend insisted. "Zhat a problem?"
"Not at all, Gil," I said with a grin. "I suppose you're going to name them all?"
"Oh! I had a thought last night that I wanted to share," I commented. "And don't you dare say you smelled something burning or I will up end this thing of yellow paint over your hair."
"Quit reading my mind, frau, zhat is really starting to get freaky."
"I bet. But what I wanted to say is that snowflakes really are the perfect metaphor for people," I continued. "Each one is unique, y'know?"
"But we all have the same structure, build, and are pretty similar in spite of our differences... and really, with as many around as there is, nobody's gonna notice your differences unless they care enough to look closely," I added thoughtfully, peering down at him pointedly.
Gilbert gave me a dry look before returning to adding eye color to the chicks.
"Of course... people are also similar to snowflakes in that it is difficult to drive when there are too many of them piled up on the road."
"Zhat is it, I am taking avay your license," a voice that wasn't Gilbert's said from the doorway.
Both Gilbert and I turned to see who it was simultaneously, though our reactions were drastically different. Gil threw himself at his brother with a hollered, "VEST!!" while I complained, "I swear to fuck, I lock my door and you nations still manage to find your way in!"
"My bruder hasn't texted me or obsessively called me all day. I zhought somezhing vas wrong," Ludwig replied to me, while holding on to the doorframe to avoid toppling over.
"Vait. So zhat's all it takes to get you to come running?" Gil asked with a glint in his eyes. "If I had known zhat I vould have shut my phone off long ago."
"Vhat are you two even doing?" the German asked, looking at the unusually empty room.
"Use your eyes," I responded playfully as I got down off the ladder. "I am repainting my room. He is sabotaging me and eventually used his shitty mind powers to convince me to help him cover one wall of my room with chicks." That said, I gestured back at the now-yellow wall, noticing how many of the creatures Gilbert had given a different eye color to.
"... I should be surprised by now, but I am honestly not," Ludwig finally said, raising his eyebrows. Then he looked down at his brother, who was apparently still trying to crush the air out of his lungs (with little success).
"I did feed him earlier," I warned. "If he starts begging for food, don't listen to him."
"Do you have to ruin everyzhing?" Gilbert complained, tipping his head back to look at me.
"When it comes to you? Oh, I only live to ruin your life, that's why I starve you and lock you in your room for days at a time," I said dramatically, rolling my eyes. "He had sausage, sauerkraut, and potatoes for lunch. There's some left over if you wanna go downstairs and heat it up," I offered Ludwig, gesturing at the stairs.
"No zhank you, I had lunch not zhat long ago," Ludwig said politely, though his tone was at odds with his actions. At the moment, I'd have to say he was struggling to remove his brother's arms from his torso—and appeared to be failing.
"Observe," I said cheerfully, reaching down with one finger and wiggling it into Gilbert's ribcage. The result was a high-pitched shriek and a certain albino crashing to the floor.
"You cheater!" Gilbert fumed, scrambling to his feet.
I grinned wickedly. "What was that sound I heard? I'm seeing little blonde girl, pigtails, pink gingham dress, maybe five years old—"
"Children, children," Ludwig said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to head back," he informed me. "I just came to check in on you and... zhis vone."
"Understandable," I said cheerfully.
Gilbert swung to face his brother, looking horrified. "Vhat?! You're leaving already?? But you just got here, you can't leave!"
"I have vork to do."
"Aww, Vest, please?"
"I'm going to see you zhis veekend," Ludwig scolded, managing to free his leg from the same trap Gilbert had sprung on me earlier. "You vill see me zhen."
"You suck, Vest."
"See you soon, Ludwig," I said cheerfully. I gave the German a quick wave before climbing back up on the stepladder, continuing what I had been working on all day. Hopefully tonight would be the only night I would have to sleep on the couch.
"You, frau, are a traitor."
"But you love me," I mocked, repeating his words from earlier. "Now if you're going to finish, get back to work. Or else I swear to whatever deities exist I will sabotage your room."
"You're mean," Gilbert sniffled, before picking his small paint palate back up and finishing adding eye colors to the birds on his level. He was working on a pair of the yellow chicks snuggling together when he spoke again. "I just realized somezhing."
"Do share," I murmured absently, adding a bit of depth to the feathers on the current 'Gilbird.'
"I think I know vhy Bing is called 'Bing.' "
"Because It's Not Google."
"It's called Bing because it's not Google?" I asked in confusion, glancing down at him.
"No, zhat's vhat it stands for—B-I-N-G, Because It's Not Google," Gilbert explained slowly, like he would if he were talking to a child.
"Fuck off," I snapped playfully, regarding his tone. "I'm not an idiot."
"Could have fooled me. I zhink I need more red for zhis," he added abruptly, looking up at me.
"What you need is a psychiatrist who loves a challenge, you demented piece of shit. Red paint is over there." I jerked my chin towards the center of the room, where the majority of the paint containers were piled.
"You're talking?" Gilbert snorted, retrieving the paint he was after.
"Can it, Casper."
"Aww, am I in trouble?"
"You are the trouble."
"Vhy are you alvays so mean to me, frau?" he whined, continuing to give eye colors to all the little birds. "Are you almost done with zhose birds up top?"
"Very... nearly..." I said slowly, taking a moment to darken the feathers at one point. "... There. Yes, I am done," I told him, climbing down. Time for Gil to take his turn on the stepladder.
While my friend touched up the birds I had just finished working on, I looked over the fluffy creatures that were at ground level, and couldn’t help a smile when I saw all of the shades of the rainbow. Then...
Is that my eye color??
I leaned in closer to peer at the wall, seeing that the two chicks snuggling together did, in fact, have both my and Gil’s eye colors.
Just what is he implying…
Turning my head, I glared suspiciously up at Gilbert, who was humming to himself while finishing up his chosen job.
I shook my head, straightened up, and tapped my toe against the base of the stepladder to grab his attention. "I'm gonna go make some food. Anything in particular you want? Keep in mind I will not be feeding you this time around," I added in warning.
"Spätzle?" he asked hopefully, adopting a pitiful look.
"Remember that you're helping me clean up."
"Ja, I know."
"So long as you do. I’m also thinking maybe... Bratkartoffeln?" I suggested with a grin. Potatoes, bacon, and onions, all in a pan—German cooking didn't get much better.
"Oooh! Ja bitte! Bitte bitte bitte?! Bitte bitte bitte, ich werde dich für immer lieben! Ich verspreche es, bitte!"
"I already said I'm thinking about making it, you stupid Prussian," I teased, snickering at his enthusiasm. "If you need me I'll be downstairs in the kitchen. And if you dare say 'where you should be' I swear I will knock that stepladder out from under you. Got it?"
"Punk," I muttered playfully, heading down the stairs. I quickly started dinner for us, but while I worked my mind wandered back to those two cuddling chicks that had taken the place front and center on my wall. More specifically, the eye colors that Gilbert had given them. Was it... could it have been a fluke? A joke? Just chance? He'd used at least a dozen other colors on the other chicks.
Maybe it was just wishful thinking (and it probably was), but somehow, I didn't think it was a mistake.
or, enter your birth date.
(Romano x Curvy!Reader)
Look who updated! After….a month….I hate how inactive I’ve been because I feel like I’m letting all you awesome peeps down. Anyways, while you’re reading this I’ve most likely posted JAOGWG along with Atomic Hearts. Recently I’ve become very aware of my writing style and tecniqe, since I want to improve with each piece that comes out it takes much longer to proof read and edit things before finally presenting it to all you lovely people.
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Welp, that’s all I’ve got to say, please, enjoy.
50 Years of Love
I could see the moon off in the distance as the sun began to take shape, my second day in Italy had finally begun. Sure the first day was terrible….who am I kidding? It was utter shit…Although I’m happy to say that I am enjoying myself, the family I’m staying with is evidently one of the kindest I’ve ever been with but I’m sad to say that my ‘fiancé’ if I can even call him that has informally embarrassed me, rejected me, and for most part repeatedly called me a whale or as Romano likes to put it, principessa balena.
Sure, I didn’t like him either with his asshole personality and his disinterest in just about everything, well, almost everything. He was extremely good at boxing or so Feliciano had told me, I honestly didn’t take that seriously since I had beat him earlier today with only a few punches, I’d never been allowed to partake in sports such as those, mother only let me stick with more….ahem… ‘activities.’
I pushed my head further into my pudgy arms as I gazed out to the vast tomato garden that stood in front of me, it seemed to go on for miles to which amazed me. As far as I knew the Vargas’ immediate family took care of the garden. That was five people as far as I was concerned which was amazing. Miles upon miles of tomato’s and just tomato’s. I turned to look over to the side to see a small patch of grape vines as well as a olive tress here and there. “Heh…they are the definition of Italian.” I pushed my hair behind my hair and leaned casually across the metal balcony’s edge. “Such nice people…..I still can’t believe they’re in the mafia business….then again, no one ever believed that I was the daughter of Thorns and Mistress.” I yawned out softly, my eyes glazed over as the remains of the night had finally fallen leaving a pale sunrise in the distance.
I was nearly out of the door way when I happened to see someone out in the field. They were hunched over as if searching for something. I pondered this…who would be outside right now, it was so early in the morning….I thought Italains were afternoon people not morning people…..I slapped my cheek in idiocy, that was the dumbest stereotype I’d ever thought of. Shaking my head I threw on a jacket and a pair of sneakers to keep the morning dew from biting at my toes before climbing down the emergency ladder.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” I smiled softly as the rusted over handles rubbed onto my hands leaving a metallic scent on them, I ignored it though in hopes of helping this person out. As long as it wasn’t Romano I was cool plus, I wanted to get my possibly, most likely, future family to like me. Even though I wasn’t like most of the beautiful people over in meditterainian Europe I still had a ‘meosjin’ personality like my good friend Yong Soo had told me all those years ago. It was probably one of the first compliments I’d gotten from a friend aside from my papa.
I wiped away those sappy thoughts as my cheek heated up in slight embarrassment. “Stop being so girly..” I jumped down from the remaining few feet, my toes hitting the ground with a soft thump. I quickly tip toed over to the hunched over figure, it was a woman. She had a warm shawl placed over her shoulders as if trying to conceal her figure, I could see her dark black bun atop her head, it was very large giving me the impression that she had long hair, lucky. I played with the ends of my short hair (sorry, for the time being you’re gonna have shoulder length hair, you’ll see why later) in envy. I blew out a few puffs of air grabbing the figures attention, she turned to me, her graying emerald eyes glowing slightly as the sun hit them from behind us.
“Ciao, buenas dias.” I was slightly confused, only understanding the Italian. I was guessing that the second part was Spanish having heard it from Antonio hours earlier. “O—Oh, I’m sorry, you must be (f/n). I’m happy to have meet you, chica.” I grinned in slight embarrassment, who was the woman? She looked older, maybe fifty or sixty but no older than sixty, she looked like she still had a boat full of youth in her.
“Ciao…” I shyly let out, my gaze at my feet, the woman pulled my chin up so that my eyes could meet her own, I could see my own shuttering reflection in them causing me to cramp up in fear. Her gaze was soft yet sharp at the same time, if that made sense. “Yes, I’m (f/n), it’s nice to meet you—“ I hadn’t seen her before, not at the dinner table nor when I had arrived.`
“Mrs. Vargas, but you can call me Maria.” I blinked once and then twice, Mrs. Vargas? Was this Feliciano and Romano’s mother? She looked over to me puzzled by my lack of response. “Hello? Chica? Are you ok?” I nodded, cheeks burning yet again.
“Yes, I’m alright thank you.” The woman nodded before turning back around. I thought for a moment, what an odd person Mrs—Maria was.
“Aren’t you going to help me? Isn’t that why you came down here in the first place? Nosey?” I blinked before pressing my knees right beside her own.
“What do you need help searching for—“ I noticed the small basket of grapes situated besides her, her fingers were dyed a deep purple. “Oh.” I grabbed under the bush, my hands filled with lushes, ready to harvest, berries.
“I’m preparing wine, today is a very special day.” I stared at her, a look of concentration on her face, I was astonished at how dedicated she was, the barrels further south from us telling me that she’d been out here for at least three or four hours. “Aren’t you going to ask what today is? It will effect you if you marry my little Romano.” Her gaze still absent I nodded.
“Yes…why is today so special and….” I didn’t know how I felt about the second response.
“Today is my anniversary with my husband. We’ve been married for over forty years.” I smiled dreamily, I wished that I could have a marriage that lasts that long, I could see it now, my hands aged held tightly in the grasp of my husband. Romano’s face appeared, somewhat grayed, a warm smile on his lips. I shook that image away and replaced it with a scornful, dejected Romano who was glaring at me. Much better. “His favorite type of wine is the type that I make, I don’t know why but he only drinks my handmade bottles, says he hates any other kind. So every year on this day I make it, from dusk to dawn I spend the day preparing it so that he can drink it with dinner, which he prepares in return.”
“Like a duo?” I pressed out, she nodded a beatific smile on her lips.
“Like a tag team duo, I make the wine, he makes the food and all is well.” She lets out radiantly. I wonder if I’ll get to meet their father as well, I bet his fantastic. “I suppose this is when I ask how you take Romano?” She lifted up her large pail filled with grapes.
“I…he’s different..” I let out dejected, I didn’t want to offend this woman but Romano was donkey shit. She nodded, her face turned to the barrel which she was refilling.
“So you don’t like him, si?” I shook my head before rising quickly. “It’s ok, he gets that a lot although he really is a great boy when he wants to be one. He’s just….difficult to get to know.” I nodded, pouring my own pails contents into the barrel.
“I guess….I just wish he’d give me a chance….the jerk.” I let out, she let out a hearty chuckle at this.
“Oh I know, my husband was like this when we’d first met, but I was able to defrost the ice in his heart.” So that’s where Romano gets his nature from, I could see it now, a younger version of Maria coxing an older version of Romano, I had no idea how she’d done it but I respect her for it. He must be hella grateful.
“Really..? Maybe I could give Romano another chance..” I mean I did beat his ass in the ring, I think that’s punishment enough.
“Can you help me push this barrel into that pile over there?” I turned to see a device that seemed to be used to squash the grapes into the juice used to create wine. This seemed like it would be fun, to break down the grapes with our feet!
“Si!” I smiled brightly; Maria was slowly but surly gaining my affections. We were able to push the large barrel into the large round bin. I proceeded to take my shoes off when a confused Maria turned to me.
“What are you doing?”
“Aren’t we going to destroy the grapes!” I smiled excitedly.
“Haha, no no, we are going to use this device, it is much faster.” I turned to see a large metal contraption that began to pound at the grapes very quickly. I was so mesmerized that I didn’t notice a second figure make it’s way over towards us before it was too late.
“Nonna che ci fai qui così presto la matti—“ I turned over to see a worried Romano, still in his pajama’s consisting of a pair of tomato boxers, his six pa—chest bare. “Eh! principessa balena, what are you doing here?” I blushed scarlet before letting a rip.
“What the hell do you mean? I came out here to help your mother!” I called out hotly, it was amazing to see how fast Romano could bring me from zero to a hundred real quick. (real quick)
“Lovino Romano Vargas, watch your mouth.” Maria winked over to me, the young Italian grumbling angrily, “Apologize!”
“Lo siento…. principessa balena.” Maria looked appalled, she whacked him across the head causing his eyes to tear up, I couldn’t help but giggle historically.
“Go inside, tell your nonno that I want to speak with him. I expect you to come back fully dressed and ready to apologize properly Lovino, do I make myself clear?” Romano grumbled something back in Italian.
“Si nonna.” I tried my best to hide my appreciation and happiness behind a mask I’d put into motion. The only thing that was keeping me from high fiving the elder woman was my molars that were biting harshly on the pink of my jaw, oh this is just too good. Romano turned to throw me one last glare, obvious that he’d seen through my façade, his eyes set in a foreboding glare, his cheeks the color of vermillion.
I knew that I should have been worried but I couldn’t help but smile at this. I turned to his high held grandmother(?). “I apologize for his behavior, he is a good boy, really.” I nodded in understanding, although the tone in her voice told me that she just barely believed that. My smile faltered slightly but she ignored it, her worn forest eyes searched across my face.
“I understand, Romano is a tough cookie.” She giggled at this.
“Just like his nonno.” This still amazed me, the lay back Romulus was just as rigid as Romano at one point? “He was, well, until after we fell in love then he’d opened up very quickly. I suppose love can heal even the most stone of hearts.” I nodded, perhaps I just started on the wrong foot, now that I know how Romano can be I should be able to seep through his cracks to possibly cook his heart…..or microwave it which ever worked better was fine by me.
End of Chapter
Chapter Three: He’s More Than What He Seems
You were currently staring at your closet full of clothes—and internally screaming.
Everything. Everything. Everything was wrinkled to the point of no return.
At least, no return unless you washed literally all of it, which sucked because your parents hadn’t bought the washing machine or dryer yet. This is what I get for stuffing all my clothes into boxes, you thought as you cursed this move. What should I do now…?
You took out your phone and called your mother, since both she and your dad weren’t home. They had gone out for groceries since the kitchen was now completely unpacked and the refrigerator was close to empty. “Hey, um, it turns out all my clothes are wrinkled, and, yeah…”
She then proceeded to ask why you never said anything yesterday, since they’d asked if you were all unpacked and you’d said yes. The truth was you hadn’t gotten around to putting away your clothes till now, and she simply told you that you had to go to the laundromat and stick them all in a dryer. Afterwards, you’d just need to fold them and the large wrinkles would be long gone.
“But where’s the laundromat?”
“We don’t know yet; we were planning on doing that tonight. We’ll have to go there for our laundry until we buy our own washer and dryer. Just go ask Allen or something,” Her voice sounded rushed and you heard the beeping of a check-out counter in the background.
“Ugh, fine.” You soon hung up, slipped on your shoes, and walked out the front door.
You only walked about eight steps until you were facing his front door. Raising a fist, you knocked loudly. “Allen, you in there? I need to ask you something.”
You knew his parents weren’t here at this time either because of work. “Come on, I know you’re in there~” He was one of those people you could get comfortable around easily. “Aaaaaaalleeeeee—” The door swung open before you could finish your sing-song call.
“Shut your whore mouth. I have somewhere to be.” He turned and walked back into his house but left the door open for you to walk in.
“I just need to ask you something real quick. That okay?”
He was gathering stuff and putting them into a black JanSport backpack. “Yeah whatever. Shoot.”
“Where’s the nearest laundromat?”
He had his back to you and visibly stopped shoving things into the backpack. “Uh…”
“I have a ton of stuff to dewrinkle, heh.”
He pulled out his phone and checked the time. “Shit, I need to be there in two minutes... I don’t think I can take you, doll.”
“Just tell me where it is?”
“You’ll get confused with the street names, I know it.”
“I won’t. Besides,” You glanced at his bag. “Where are you even going?”
He looked at you and pouted. “To meet a stupid… er, relative. Don’t ask anymore.” He unlocked his phone and started calling someone. “I’ll just have Zao take you there.” He announced as the tone started ringing.
“No!” You practically lunged for him, “Why Zao?!”
The phone was still pressed to his ear as he jumped away from you, “Uh, who else of my friends do you know?! Pshh, no one yet, duh. And besides, it’s good that Zao gets out and doesn’t stay home doing coke or somethi—”
“-No, hang up!” You reached for his phone again, “Can’t you just give me directions?!”
He managed to dodge you again. “I told you, I need to leave like, right fucking now.” When you pounced for his phone one last time, he raised it up high enough so you couldn’t reach it. He watched you with slight amusement as you swiped helplessly for it. “…Haha, you’re like a cat.~” Teasingly, he lowered it to your level, only to yank it away before you got the chance to snatch it.
Giving up, you plopped down on the living room couch and sighed. “Now you’re reminding me of him…”
At that point, Zao answered. Allen laughed, “I guess that’s a good thing.” He then placed the phone back to his ear and said, “Hey, I need you to take the kitten somewhere for me,” He smirked at you when he spoke the words, and you simply groaned in dismay.
And that was how you found yourself doing laundry with Zao Wang of all people.
“So waaaaarm~” He whispered giddily as he placed a jacket to his face. “Laundry fresh out of the dryer is almost better than British tea.”
You tossed him a confused look. “You… You like British tea?”
He removed the jacket from his face and placed it onto the folding table. “It’s better than Asian tea, lemme admit. And no, just because I’m Chinese doesn’t mean I’m supposed to like Chinese tea. Blehhh.” He stuck out his tongue in exaggerated disgust.
“Gotta be honest, I’m a little surprised you like tea in general...” You half-mumbled as you got to work folding all your clothes.
“Huh? Why’s that?”
You looked up at him. Black military cap, black short-sleeved Chinese top—what were they called again? Oh yeah, Changshans. His baby face made him look younger than he was and so you responded, “You, uh, just don’t look like a tea guy.”
He glanced away and murmured, “Well, I don’t look like a lot of things that I am…”
“What was that?” You’d been focused on spreading out a few hoodies and hadn’t caught what he said.
“Nothin’, nothin’~” He looked back down and started separating the shirts from the pants. “Hey, hey _____. Did you know that when we’re married, we’ll be doing laundry together like this too?”
“Er, what?” You squeaked, gaping at him.
He chuckled at your reaction to his comment and then, to your horror, spotted a piece of private apparel. “Oh, look what we have here.~” He grinned and held up one of your bras. “We’ve got a (bra size) over here, and a nice one at that.”
You felt your face immediately burn like fire. “YOU PERV! GIVE THAT BACK!” You snatched it away from him, but not before you noticed the stares of other people in the laundromat. At least they turned around soon when they saw it was nothing but a young couple getting loud at the folding area, or so they thought.
“And…” Once you’d hidden the bra, you eyed him suspiciously. “How did you know the right size?!”
He shrugged carelessly, “Er, experience?”
“Ugh…” You were still blushing heavily as you looked away from him. So, you were right—he probably did have girls all over him, even if Allen claimed they were never Zao’s ‘type’.
“Hey… go away. I need to hide all my underwear from you—”
“-No excuses!” You pushed him away and turned him the opposite way of your clothes. “And don’t turn around until I say so.”
He sighed and crossed his arms, but you could hear the smile on his face. “…You’re no fun, kitten.”
As you hid any piece of clothing that you didn’t want him to see, you overheard him giggling in the corner. He was still facing the other direction so that was good. “What could you possibly be hiding? Lingerie?”
“No; I don’t wear things like that.”
“Hah. Good, you’re not a stripper.”
“UM?!” He always said inappropriate things at the most random times. “Of course not.”
Even from a few feet away, you heard him sigh contentedly. “…I’m so glad.”
You’d finished hiding the underwear and bras in a basket (with a towel over them) but you didn’t tell him to turn around just yet. You leaned over the folding table and casually mentioned, “You know… most girls you meet probably aren’t hookers.”
“Problem is, most of them actually are,” He shrugged, “They’re the only girls who’ll act like they want me, at least.” He exhaled and added with a pained voice, “That’s me, the sexy drug dealer that attracts all the sluts.”
You couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for him. Why did it seem normal girls hardly ever liked him? Even if he had ties to drug dealing, it was easy to see that he was a good person; even if he was a tease, he wasn’t bad-looking and had a fun personality. “Um… sorry to hear that.”
“S’not your fault. It’s mine.”
“Oh…” You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Even if you’d talked to him a lot in the past two days, it was mostly nothing but silly banter and flirting. Well, on his behalf. You were usually just the victim of his teasing. So, it shouldn’t have been so surprising to hear something personal come from him.
Maybe the fact that he only attracted indecent girls was an insecurity of his. If so, then you decided to avoid that subject altogether. After all, when he’d said it was his fault, it was partly true. Dabbling in drug dealing always had its negative side effects.
“Anyway… um…” You couldn’t help but wonder what kinds of things he usually did that you didn’t know about. How many more experiences did he have than you? Even if he acted immature at times, he seemed more like an adult than you did, and you knew that you two were about the same age. “—I’m done. You can turn around now.”
He spun around and strutted back over to the table. “Alright~ want me to fold the shirts or the pants?”
“Doesn’t matter,” You began folding whatever was closest, just as it hit you that you should be more thankful for his help.
He started spreading out a pair of jeans. “…Hey, random question,”
“I’m kind of scared to ask what it is.” You admitted, half-joking.
“Don’t be,” He winked. “…So do you prefer boxer or brief guys?”
You nearly dropped a shirt, “Excuse me?”
He chuckled, “You heard me. You know, for like… research purposes.”
“I-I’m not gonna answer that!” You griped as you threw a shirt at his face.
It wound up covering his entire head and he peeled it off moments later. “I just—oh hey, I know this show!”
You glanced at the shirt in his hands and realized it was your anime shirt. “You do…?”
“Didn’t know you liked that kind of thing.”
“Eh, I’m more like a casual anime fan, I guess you could say.”
“Really? What do you like?”
“Oh, the basics. Y’know, like Dragon Ball Z, Attack on Titan, One Piece, Kill la Kill…” He pushed a few folded shirts in your direction. “I wish I could draw manga, actually. But…” He groaned, dropped his forehead to the table and grumbled, “…I can’t art.”
“Hah… that’s okay. You can get better with patience and dedication.”
“But I’m usually busy with… other things.”
‘Other things’. You knew you didn’t want to ask about that.
Instead, you recalled something and then tilted your head at him, curious. “Hey, have you ever been to the conventions around here?”
“Never had anyone to go with,” He mumbled.
Until now, you thought.
“I once tried to get my friend Kuro to go with me, but he said he didn’t care to go to a place full of ‘weeaboos’.” He laughed and raised his head back up, “Oh well.”
You gathered his share of folded clothes and added it to your own pile. Looks like you were just about done. “Yeah…”
He leaned over the table and looked you up and down. “Huh… I just thought of something.”
“Is it perverted?”
He raised a finger up as if to object, “It’s…” but then closed his mouth and looked away bashfully. “Uhhh okay, never mind…”
You inhaled deeply, “Zao. It has to do with me, doesn’t it?”
After a few seconds of silence, he nodded cheerily, then kissed his fingertip and pressed it to your cheek. “Why of course it does, kitten.~”
“Then… I guess you have to tell me…” You ordered, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks pink.
He covered his mouth to keep from laughing, “Mm… I was just gonna say we should go to a convention sometime and cosplay as your ‘OTP’ so people can take pictures of us making out.”
He broke you at that moment. You grabbed a shirt and used it to cover your overheating face while he started cracking up at your undeniable mortification.
For some reason, he seemed just a bit more interesting after that afternoon.
Once finished, you headed home with a laundry basket and a Zao.
“Hey, you’re still wearing that necklace I gave you. How adorable~”
Subconsciously, you reached for the pendant and clutched it tightly. “I… like it, okay?”
“Good, because it was my way of claiming my territory.”
He laughed, “I’m joking. But, you know…” He peered into your face. “A lot of the guys around here are gonna be after you. I seriously need to step up my game…”
Deep down, you knew exactly what he meant, but you didn’t want to admit it. “W-What are you talking about?”
He kicked a stone as you two passed vendors selling miniature Buddhist figures. “Sooner or later, Allen’s gonna introduce you to our idiot friends, and I know you’re gonna charm them just as well as you charmed me,” He pouted at you and added, “…That would suck!”
You chuckled. “Yeah right. I’m about as charming as a dirty mop.”
“Uh…” He looked genuinely puzzled. “_____... you do know you’re cute, right?”
You felt a blush creep to your cheeks. It was the first time he straight-up told you that. “I-I know,” You stammered, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered he got you.
He laughed and faced the street, choosing to watch the park instead. “You better.”
He was looking towards a group of small children as they played on the grass field. They were throwing around water balloons and pumping super soakers. Eyes on them, he eventually told you, “…Oh, and by the way, you look adorable when you’re embarrassed.”
This was almost too much. “Th-Then stop complimenting me!” You smacked his shoulder to distract him from your flushed face.
He was laughing again, “All right then~” He took a few steps closer to the gathering of young children. “Āi hái zi men, wǒ kéyǐ tóng nǐmen wán ma?”
At his question, the kids nodded giddily. You assumed that they must know him from somewhere.
Suddenly, one of them tossed him a water gun. Uh-oh.
“…Emperor Zao’s gonna drench you all!” Was his battle cry as he joined them in their water fight.
“No way…” You said aloud as you watched him actually get in on the action. You were still standing on the sidewalk, while he’d run into the park’s grass field. “Huh… now that’s charming.”
You set down the basket of laundry and watched them in amusement. He’s really not like how I imagined he’d be… you thought to yourself. There was still so much about him that you didn’t know. There was definitely more to him that what initially seemed when you first met him in that alleyway. He just casually joined those kids like nothing… you chuckled to yourself. “He’s like a kid himself. One of them.”
Yeah, but a kid with a dirty mind… you caught yourself mentally adding. Still… he’s kind of adorable.
Your positive thought process of him instantly changed when he ran back over to you and smirked. “_____~” His hat was soaked and his shirt had a few splatters of water on it. “Now it’s your turn, babe.” He raised the water gun and—without hesitation—sprayed you directly in the chest.
“Ahhh—Zao!” You protested, immediately gripping the collar of your shirt to peel it off your skin. “Why’d you do that?”
He tilted his head and grinned ‘innocently’. “I wonder if the underwear you’re wearing matches that cute bra of yours.”
Angered, you figured two could play at that game. Besides, who said it was fair for him to shoot you when you weren’t even armed?
You noticed a passing kid with a super soaker and quickly asked him, “Hey, is it okay if I get Zao back with that?”
Excited, he smiled and handed it over. “Yes, yes!~”
Zao’s jaw dropped, highly offended. “…Jiang, you traitor!”
The child named Jiang simply giggled and ran away. As soon as you turned around, you were face-to-face with Zao and decided not to waste the opportunity. “Who said this kitten was afraid of water?” You taunted as you pumped the gun and lowered it to his crotch. “Target locked,” You pressed the trigger.
He looked down and quickly shoved his hands into his pockets. “This is why I hate kids…”
In a moment of boldness, you laughed loudly and teased, “Looks like we can see our little friend~”
He blushed heavily and gritted his teeth, “You’re the perv.” He accused, but you could see a hint of laughter in his eyes. “You just did that to see the outline of my dick.”
As soon as he acknowledged what you’d been trying to do (as payback for him wetting your t-shirt), you busted into a fit of hysterical laughter.
“I’m gonna get you back so much worse, just watch!” He raised his own super soaker and launched towards you as you tried to compose yourself and run away. The buckets of colorful water balloons weren’t too far away and those looked like the perfect little grenades to hurl at him.
About ten minutes into the water war (some of the kids had joined your team against Zao while others sided with him), you were hiding in a corner re-loading—er, re-filling—your water gun when someone familiar stepped around the corner.
Your eyes shot up to him. “Oh hey Allen. How was your thing?”
He grimaced. “It was lame. Anyways… what the hell are you doing?”
“Water fight with Zao and some of the neighbor kids.”
After a few seconds, he facepalmed. “And how do you not expect me to say you two should get together?”
You blushed for what felt like the tenth time today. “Allen…”
“Tch,” He looked down at the cement and smiled. “You two are idiots.”
Now finished filling up your super soaker, you turned off the faucet and asked, “So why exactly?”
He chin-pointed to the ongoing water fight. “Do I really needa say anything?”
“Heh… I guess not.” Shrugging it off, you faced him again. “Why don’t you join us?”
“Yeah Allen, join!” You heard Zao call as he started on his way over.
You hissed as you saw your current nemesis and raised your plastic weapon. “Step no closer, Evil Warrior.” You laughed and saw him raise his arms as you managed to hit his hat and knock it off his head.
“Pshhh, locked and loaded.” He growled as he drilled you right on the shoulder.
“I, uh… needa get home. Have fun kiddos.” Allen briefly waved goodbye as he started on his way home.
Soon after, you realized that this was your best day since moving to Chinatown, San Francisco.
I wonder if the rest of my summer days will be like this… you thought to yourself as you laughed with Zao, both of you drenched.
Luckily for you, they would.
This was only the beginning.
Cover art (c) Amphany
“Āi hái zi men, wǒ kéyǐ tóng nǐmen wán ma?” = "Hey kids, can I play with you?"
Translation by my friend JessicaC924, who'll be helping me with the Chinese phrases in this series.~
A.N.: Awwh, you two losers are adorable ;; 7 ;;
Also, I’m gonna try and add more characters to this fic~ definitely all of my 2P babus will show up eventually, heh heh.
It’s funny, I thought of the laundromat scene when I thought “what’s it like for a couple to do basic things together like laundry or dishes” and then went with laundry because yeah. And then water fight because fuck yeah.
“Hey, is the Wi-Fi working yet?” You asked your dad as you sat on the couch of your new house. The walls were bare and boxes were still in corners, but it felt comfortable already.
“Not yet,” He was on his knees, plugging in all the necessary cords to the TV and wall. “Are you all done unpacking?”
“Yeah, I told you that yesterday.”
“So you have nothing to do?” Your mother asked as she continued sorting through boxes in the kitchen.
“Um, I guess not.”
She was organizing the silverware when she looked up and asked, “I noticed we lost our dishwasher soap. Mind going down to one of those stores down the street and buying some?”
“Fine,” You stood up and slipped your shoes on. “…So am I always gonna be running errands for you guys now that we’re living in a city like this?”
Your mother chuckled, “Oh please, everything is so close together around here. Convenience is the purpose. There are so many shops nearby with everything we could possibly need.”
You opened the front door. “Yeah. If I wanted to buy a samurai sword, I could just go across the street.”
You were nearly out the door when you heard your father chime, “That’s the beauty of Chinatown~”
As you stepped out of the apartment building, your thoughts flashed back to yesterday when you first hung out with Allen and eventually met Zao. You briefly wondered if you’d meet anyone else before the school year starts. Just like your father had mentioned before you moved here, it would be great to know people before starting a new high school in a new city. You made a mental note to ask Allen later what grade he’s in.
And if Zao will be going to our school, you quietly added in the back of your mind. As soon as you realized you’d thought that, you shook it off. Why was that druggie still on your mind anyway? He probably—
Before you could finish convincing yourself that you shouldn’t get involved with him, of course, you just had to notice him across the street. Damn, why was everyone so social in Chinatown? People were hanging out at all hours around here.
It was only around eight in the evening, but it didn’t change the fact that you were dismayed to see Zao again without Allen by your side. At least with Allen, he could fill any awkward silences with that loud mouth of his. Or rather, with that mindless banter he seemed to easily have with Zao.
Wait, why am I already thinking that I’m going to talk to him? you thought as you looked away from Zao. You were still standing in the exit doors of your apartment building, trying to pretend as if you didn’t care that you were in lounging-around-the-house clothes.
Zao still hadn’t noticed you yet, so that was good.
However, you couldn’t ignore that you were curious to see who he was talking to.
Trying to look nonchalant, you glanced over to the group.
Okay, what the hell? you shook your head. Abort mission mate—what are you even doing?! You were thinking it, but you knew you couldn’t actually tell him.
He was chatting with some people who were clearly taller, stronger, and about a hundred times more intimidating than him. Yet, he was talking as casually with them as if they didn’t look like they could and would punch his teeth out at any given moment. “This guy… must have some connections…” You thought aloud as he laughed with the group and even made inappropriate gestures, thus causing a couple more laughs from the frightening-looking group.
You watched a moment longer as he even leaned against one of the males and said something that you couldn’t hear. Uh… that’s enough stalking for today, you told yourself to get moving. He probably won’t even notice me.
You turned and started walking just as a furious shout came from the group you’d just been observing. Curious, you—along with a few other passersby—naturally turned to see what was going on.
Apparently a guy had bumped into someone in the group and of course, the person in the group was enraged and started shouting. A fist-fight looked like it was about to ensue. Man, how crazy were these people?
You snuck another peek at Zao and just about hated yourself for it. He was snickering at the argument and elbowing someone next to him, which looked like an Asian who was actually shorter than him.
With all the commotion, at least it was easier to get out of the street undetected. Ugh, please don’t let him see me… you chanted to yourself as you made a beeline for the closest convenient store.
Luck wasn’t on your side today. Maybe you shouldn’t have been staring at him so much.
“Hm? Is that _____?” He stopped elbowing his friend—it wasn’t like he was getting his attention anyway—and stepped a bit farther out of the circle. The shouting had died down and it didn’t look like there’d be a fight anymore. “Hey, _____!”
You could have kept walking, but it seemed like he had you trapped. You looked over your shoulder at him.
He grinned and waved cheerily at you. “HI _____!”
It was always noisy around Chinatown, so the other people he’d been hanging out with didn’t seem to notice him calling out to you. Well, that was good. You waved back at him and tried to keep walking.
Didn’t work. He bolted away from the group and fell into step with you. “Well well, look what we have here.~ I found an adorable lost kitten!” He cooed at you—perhaps jokingly, you couldn’t tell if he seriously thought of you like that or not—and even cupped his face in admiration at the sight of you. “Mind if I walk with you, stray kitty?”
You huffed in annoyance. “I’m not like a stray cat. If anything, I’m like one of those rare Persian cats that were worshipped by ancient Egypt as gods. Y’know, like the ones that wore jewelry and slept on amazing pillows.”
He watched you and tilted his head slightly, “You watch too much TV.”
“Says the guy who just compared me to a stray kitten.”
“You are like a kitten though—new to this place, innocent, and most importantly,” He held up a finger and winked, “cute.”
You rolled your eyes, “Anyway, if you don’t mind, I’ll try to start this conversation over.” You were still looking for that convenience store. You knew you should probably ask Zao, but you didn’t want to remind him of the fact that you were new around here. “Er… hi Zao, nice to see you again.” Hopefully this different starter wouldn’t lead to you seeming like a kitten to him.
“That sounded like… it was dripping with sarcasm or something.”
You shrugged, “Deal with it.” If only you had sunglasses right now. If only. If only. That would have been the perfect time to slip them on.
He chuckled, “Stop trying to sound like a cool kid.”
To be honest, you were a nerd and you knew it. Ugh. “Yeah… okay.”
“So where are we going?”
Thank god he asked. You barely had any idea where you were going. “I’m looking for the convenience store to buy some, uh…” How lame would it sound if you admitted to being out looking for dishwasher soap when he’d just been out with his crazy friends? …Oh well. “Dishwasher soap.” It barely hit you at that moment that he’d ditched his friends just to come walk around with you. And… to buy dishwasher soap no less.
“…Are you serious?”
You tried to look unaffected. “Yeah,”
He couldn’t hide his laughter. “You’re… so interesting.”
Liar, you thought to yourself. “You’re joking, I know.”
He stopped laughing. “Um… but I’m not though.”
“Are you high?”
He pretended to look guilty, raising a hand to his lips and glancing away. “Nnnnn… n-not right now, no.” He lowered the hand that had been over his face and plopped it down on your shoulder. “Why? Wanna take some hits with me sometime?” He peered at you and smirked slightly.
“I didn’t mean it like that…”
“Well you’re welcome to anytime,” He pulled away a bit. “Anyways. Dishwasher soap, right? S’that way. There’s a place that sells… kitchen stuff. Right over there.” He chin-pointed to just the place you’d been hoping to come across.
You couldn’t hold in your relief. “…Yay.”
“So… stores. That reminds me.” He abruptly stopped walking, and you slowed. He pulled something out of his pocket. “I uh, got you something.”
At this, you came to a sudden halt. “You what?” You spun around and faced him.
He held up a dragon necklace and grinned. “Cool, right?”
It was silver, and the pendant was of a coiled-up Chinese dragon. It appeared to be wrapped around a small ying-yang symbol with diamonds in the centers. The chain was long and made up of tiny rings.
You had to admit that it was indeed a cool necklace. It looked like one you could easily get in one of the many souvenir shops around Chinatown, but it was the thought that counted. And… now that you think of it, why did he decide to do this? “W-Why are you giving me this…”
He quickly stepped behind you. “Let me put it on first.” You allowed him to put it over your head, and when he pulled up your hair to fasten it, you were pleasantly surprised by his gentleness. His warm fingers lightly brushed against your skin and you tried to ignore the electricity-like jolts that spread through your body from his touch.
Once he had it fastened, he stepped in front of you to admire how you looked with it. “Heh…” He gracefully reached to move a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. &