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Having been in a relationship with Romano for over a year now, you were fully aware of his personality and tendencies that revealed themselves over that time period. How he would deny anything if it made him look “uncool” and how he pouted until he received what he was pouting for. You came to the conclusion that, just like his brothers, he was stuck as a child, but most of the time you didn’t mind.

Other times it was all you could do to not walk away from him.

Don’t you fucking look at my girl again, you bastard!

With a heavy sigh, you brought your fingers to your forehead, massaging the skin in attempt to keep the splitting headache at bay that you acquired from his screaming for the last five minutes. He had caught the young blonde waiter staring at you when the two of you stopped a homely cafe and restaurant. The man had seated you two, and commented on your outfit and hair. The autumn weather was beginning to get cold and rainy, so you wore a long sweater with black leggings, which the waiter had stared at appreciatively. And the look didn’t miss Romano’s olive eyes.

After that he had jumped to his feet and grabbed the poor boy by the collar of his shirt, pointing a finger into his chest as he cursed very colorfully in Italian. You normally loved the sound of his voice; however, this time it was dark and threatening, and worried you.

“Romano, he didn’t do anything wrong,” you tried to support the blonde boy currently sweating bullets as he raised his hands up in defense. There were tears in his golden eyes. Your lover looked back at you with a face that said “Don’t butt in”. After that look, you sighed heavily and let your head fall onto the wooden table.

Romano noticed this and knew he was getting close to stepping over the figurative line of your patience. With hesitation, he released the boy with a rough shove. The waiter scrambled away, not looking back until he was in the back room kitchen. Instead of him, a new waitress returned to the table with two glasses of water, as if nothing had happened.

“Sorry about that, sir,” she spoke in a monotone voice, setting the waters down and pulling two menus out from under her folded arm. She then promptly left, giving the two of you time to look at the menus and make your decisions; however, you had already lost your appetite.

“...I’m sorry,” Romano finally whispered, hiding behind his menu as his shoulders shrugged upward, knowing that you were unpleased with his attitude.

With a sigh, you looked down at the menu in your hands, the words meaning nothing to you as your mind swam across the blurred black and brown designs. “You just need to control yourself better,” you replied, knowing in the back of your mind that you had repeated this several times before, and had yet to see an improvement or change from him.

“I know,” he murmured quietly, face still hidden behind the laminated paper. You then looked back at the menu, mentally deciding on a small meal in case you got full quickly. It wasn’t long before the new waitress came back, a pen in hand and a little notebook.

“What can I get you two?”


After the two of you left the warm cafe, you found yourselves walking with your arms linked together through a park nearby, children playing excitedly with their insulated, stuffed jackets and earmuffs. You always did love children, and hoped to have some eventually. Maybe you could get a puppy too.

“So what do you want to do now?” Romano asked, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets to keep his hands from getting any colder. You had done the same as soon as you stepped from the cafe. Some thoughts passed through your mind, but you were growing tired after having some delicious food in your stomach and a warm latte.

“Whatever you want to do is fine,” you told him with a soft yawn. His olive eyes caught sight of this. He felt like a nap as well.

“Want to go back home and take a siesta?” he asked, moving the arm that was interlocked with yours and placed it over your shoulders, rubbing them affectionately. This only made you sleepier. A nod was all you could manage as he continued to rub your shoulder, pulling you closer to his warm body.

After you walked through the door, you kicked your shoes off roughly and let them scatter across the floor. You’d pick them up later. Walking into the living room, you mosied over to the nice fluffy couch and plopped down onto it, stomach down. Using your arms as a pillow, your body felt heavy within seconds and your eyes began to droop. Just as your (color) orbs were concealed by thick lashes, a voice pierced through your ears.

“What the hell are you doing here, fratello?!” Romano cried angrily. His outburst was met with a cheerful voice.

“Vee!~ I wanted to see you and your girlfriend,” Italy replied. Your eyes opened as you sat up on the couch. Peering over the edge, you saw the two Italian brothers standing before one another, a cheerful smile on one’s lips and a scowl on the others.

“We were just going to take a siesta, so leave.”


“Get out! I don’t want you anywhere near (Name) when she’s drowsy and can’t think straight,” he growled angrily. As his words reached your ears, you groaned loudly and let your face fall onto the cushion on the back of the couch. Romano heard this and turned his head to see you, and an odd feeling suddenly grew in his stomach.

“(Name)? Y-you were awake?”

“Ciao, (Name)!” Italy called, completely oblivious to what was currently transpiring. You lifted your head with tired eyes, a frown on your lips.

“Romano, it hasn’t even been an hour yet and you’re already on the fight. And with your own brother,” you told him with a sigh at the end. His eyes grew worried as he began to step towards you with an outstretched hand, your name whispered on his breath. However, you put up a hand of your own to stop him.

“No, I don’t want this to happen anymore. If you can’t be decent with your brother, then I won’t be around you until you do,” you spoke with a final authority, rising from the couch and beginning your short trek to the shared bedroom. You could hear your name being called from behind you on your way, but you ignored it.

Down in the room, the younger Italian was looking at his older brother with a guilty look on his face. Romano noticed this with a scowl.

“Why the hell are you looking at me like that?” he spat angrily, causing the younger one to flinch with hurt and fear.

“I’m sorry I caused trouble. But you must have messed up pretty badly. I’ve never seen (Name) that mad before, fratello,” Italy spoke quietly, twiddling his thumbs together as his closed eyes focused on the floor. Romano wanted so badly to shout at him and accuse him of knowing nothing about his girlfriend, but he couldn’t make himself say anything. His throat was swollen shut with the vices of guilt.

“It’s...not you. I can’t keep my jealousy in control, fratello. And (Name) is getting even more irritated by it,” he confessed, holding his right arm with his left hand as he looked down with his emerald eyes.

“Well, maybe you need to ask her for help? Women know best,” he spoke with a smile, patting his brother on his back. “It doesn’t make you look weak. If anything, you’re stronger for wanting to get help!” he tried to encourage his brother. Romano sent him a small scowl.

“Now you’re just pushing your luck. But you’re right; I need to talk to her.”

Romano then walked towards the shared room, knocking gently. He could hear your heavy sighing inside, knowing that once again, you were irritated.

“Um, (Name)? Can...can I come in?”

On the inside, you were sitting on the bed, chipping the nail polish on your toes out of boredom. You could hear how desperate he sounded, but you were peeved with his attitude. But, he had shown a sweet side many a time before, so there was a chance he was ready to listen. You then stood from the bed and walked over to the door, cracking it open to see a trembling Romano. He was visibly shaking, and his eyes looked as if he were about to burst into a river of tears. Then a thought occurred to you.

It was your first fight.

“(Name), I-” he choked on his words as soon as he spoke your name, and the tears were brimming his eyes. Something inside you broke, and you weren’t going to let it stay that way.

Without thinking, you opened your arms up and brought him closer to you, feeling him wrap his lean arms around your form tightly, trapping your arms underneath his. His head found the junction of your neck and shoulder, for he wasn’t much taller than you, and let his chin rest on you, the tears falling. Your hands found his back, and you could feel his muscles stiffen under your touch, still trembling. He was honestly crying.

“Mi dispiace, (Name)! Please forgive me! I’ll change, I promise!” he sobbed loudly into your shoulder, his fingers digging into your waist for something to grab; you let him. Without realizing it, you felt warm tears slip from your eyes onto your cheeks, running down to the crevices on the edge of your lips. Since when did you cry that hard?

Hugging your lover tighter, you tried to let him know that it was going to be alright. “I believe you, Romano. don’t have to change anything.”

“B-but look at the trouble it’s caused us! We had our first fight. You got mad at me, and I embarrassed you. I just-”

“Romano, it’s fine. Just...keep it in control. You don’t have to blow up at every person that speaks to me, just nicely tell them that you don’t appreciate it. And I’ll do my best to show everyone around that I’m yours, and only yours,” you sent him a soft smile. He looked into your (color) eyes, his emerald ones glistening with tears. He sniffled loudly, taking a shaky breath.

“I can do that. And I’ll make sure that everyone around you knows that you’re my girl, and no one can take you away from me,” he replied, kissing the end of your nose lovingly.

“Besides, you’ll always be my number one, even if I don’t outright say it. Remember that.”

“Prometto.” With that, he kissed you on the lips.
Preview Image: Romano

This is the second commission for Soul1991!

I hope you enjoy it! And sorry for short description, I'll fix it later! ^^;

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!
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You were sitting on the bus, listening to your mp3 player and staring outside, but not at anything particular. Today was a beautiful winter day, which was something unusual for you to think -since you generally hated the cold- but today was also unusually warm and the sun was shining. You were happily and peacefully humming along to the song you were listening until-

“Hey, idiota, move over,” a familiar voice said as he poked your head.

Surprised, you quickly glanced at the person who invaded your daydreaming and pouted. It was Lovi, and he didn’t seem like he was going to sit anywhere else. You sighed and scooted over next to the window and hugged your backpack as he plopped down next to you.

When your thighs touched, you flinched and almost squeaked out loud but instead scooted over some more and buried your face into your backpack and prayed that he wouldn’t notice your reddening face.

Lovi and you were class mates for one of your college courses, and neighbors as well at a nearby apartment. You two had chatted a bit, always sat next to each other on the bus home and even hung out for lunch. You found him to be grumpy, irritable, and foul-mouthed sometimes, but there was something about him that was just so… irresistible. Something that just made you want to get to know him better. Something that you wished you had the courage to do… but you were too shy. Something that he, luckily, was too oblivious to notice, or just didn’t bother to mention. Some-

“Hey, so where are you going?” you heard him cut through the many somethings in your mind and noticed that he took out one of the headphones in your ear and put it into his.

“Oh—uhmm... I’m going to do some quick shopping before I go to my apartment.”

“Oh, Shopping?” he said, in a faintly interested voice. He was listening to the song that was on now, but he was also looking straight at you.

“Yeah, I’m uh… restocking on food for the week,” you said as you tried your hardest to keep eye contact with him and not blush.

“Oh..” he said as he nodded. You both settled into an awkward silence for a second and thoughts ran through your head, desperate for conversation- or something to break that silence.

“So, you like j-pop, huh?” he said, with a faint smile.

You nodded in reply.

“Hah, I do to. I have a friend named Kiku who gave me some..” and he continued on, talking about other people he knew and his brother. You listened happily until you noticed your stop was coming up, to your dismay.

“Uhm.. Lovi, I need to go…” you said after you pulled the stop request string.

“Oh, uh, right.” Was he disappointed or..? No, you were just imagining it. You smiled and waved as you walked past him.

“Goodbye… see you tomorrow,” you walked off the bus.. and felt around in your pocket for your….

Your mp3 player?? Where was it?

“__________! You idiota!!!!” you spun around and saw that Lovi was running after you, with your mp3 in his hand.

“Oh! Thank you…! But, Lovi… the bus!” you both stared with dismay at the bus as it drove away.

He sighed, and scratched the back of his head as he handed the mp3 over to you, obviously embarrassed.  You took the mp3 from him and then said with tears in your eyes, “I’m so sorry Lovi!!! I’m so sorry! I was such a ditz and you have to suffer for it…”

You were shocked out of your apology by him flicking you on the forehead. “I-di-o-ta!” he drew out each syllable as he pretended to be upset. “It’s okay… I guess you’ll just have to keep me company as payback.”

“Oh… okay,” you blushed as you rubbed your forehead. That flick hurt, but you were happy at the prospect of getting to spend more time with him. You smiled happily… a wide goofy smile to which Lovi flicked your forehead (lighter this time, though) and smiled as well.

When you got to the market, he started to push the cart around as you maneuvered through the aisles with your list. He was really helpful, giving you tips such as telling you how to tell what was ripe and what wasn’t and finding better deals. He especially impressed you when it came to tomatoes. When you told him you were planning on making your own spaghetti sauce, he confidently picked out the best tomatoes and even knew which ones went best with what. Before you went to the checkout, he started to walk away, saying that he remembered that he needed something. After you paid, he surprised you by giving you a small bouquet of daisies.

“I’ll trade you this for those bags,” he said. You blushed, trying to insist you could hold all of the groceries, but he stubbornly refused and left you holding the flowers while he held the bags.

Touched and surprised by the flowers and overall overwhelmed by tonight’s turn of events, you were both quietly standing by the You thought that you saw his face slowly turn red, but you immediately attributed that to the cold. It was pretty cold outside, after all.

You began to shiver a bit, in spite of your attempts to hide it, and it didn’t escape his notice. He put down the bags, unwrapped his scarf and his jacket, and put draped them around your shoulders.

“L-lovi… but you are cold as well!” you protested through chattering teeth. You cursed your weak cold hating body inwardly as you fumbled, trying to juggle flowers and jacket as you also tried avoiding looking at him so that he couldn’t see your flaming face.

He smiled the same smile that he’d always give you and “grumpily” sighed. “Alright, idiota, is this better?” he took off the scarf and wrapped half of it around his neck and the other around yours.

“Yes… a little..” you said, embarrassed. Now he was really close to you! So close you could hear him breathe.

Silence. The only sound was of you two breathing.

“Uhm, wow that bus sure is late..” you said in an offhand way, trying to lighten the awkward mood that was hanging over both of you. You stared down the street, away from Lovino, peering and willing for the bus to come.

“__________.” He said seriously, and to your surprise he awkwardly took your hand.

“Lovi?” you whipped your head around to look at him.

“_________. Go out with me.” He said as he looked straight down at the groceries.

“EH?” you yelled in shock, and tried to pull away since you were so embarrassed, but he was holding onto your hand with an iron grip.

“Bella… Ti amo.” He looked straight at you, his amber eyes serious, but his whole face a flaming red.

Then it clicked. His strange behavior… well, actually it wasn’t that strange… but the suffocating mood that was hovering around you… was because he also like you? You stared at him with pure shock, your brain trying to absorb what just happened.

“I know this is sudden and all, and we don’t know each other all that well, but I admire you,” he smiled, a genuine one, one that you’d rarely see. “You’re kind, smart, and genuinely beautiful. And I know can be quite testy sometimes but-” he began to look a bit worried, and you panicked. You never wanted to see him sad.

“I-I-I love you to!” you blurted out.

“…” he stared at you, surprised at your sudden outburst… and then he started to chuckle.

“What? Why are you laughing?” you asked, confused.

“Well, that’s…” he smiled again, making you heart jump in your chest and he put his arm around you and brought you close to him. “I’m just really happy to hear you feel the same way too.”

Then the bus came forcing both of you to regretfully break apart. He then shyly took your hand and the groceries and you both boarded the bus and sat in the back this time. When you sat down you took out one of the daisies and put it through a button hole.

“Was this… to go along with the confession?” you blushed and smiled happily as you smelled the daises.

He “glared” at you and said “I-di-o-ta, why do you think everything revolves around you, huh?” which made you pout and turn away from him in your seat. He then put his hand on your head and made you lean on your shoulder.

You smiled as he took you hand. “I’m glad that you told me today…” you said as you traced his fingers with your other hand.

“Hmph.” He said as he leaned his head against yours. “You just looked so pretty when you smiled…” his voice then got lower. “…that I wanted to see you smile like that every time I see you.”

You cuddled up to him and whispered back. “That’s exactly what I was thinking...” you smiled contently.

You two were silent for a while and you watched people get on and off at various bus stops. But this silence wasn’t an uncomfortable one because both of you were content and happy with the knowledge that you both loved each other.

As you both got off at your stop and Lovi helped you off the bus, he smirked and said, “So you think that I’m pretty when I smile?”

“EH?” you looked at him shocked, as you both began to walk down to the apartment. “No no no, that’s not what I meant!” you said, aghast.

“I-DI-O-TA!” he almost sang as he smiled at you and put one arm around you. He then looked down at you, smiling as he said, “Now, let’s have dinner together. You made me hungry, telling me about your plans to eat spaghetti. And I’ll make sure to smile nice and pretty for you, alright?”

At that, you smiled and said, “That sounds like a good plan… but,” you motioned for him to come closer and he did. You impishly then tugged on his curl. “I-di-ot-a! Race you to my door!” you laughed as you ran for dear life, away from Lovino.

He pretended to be angry but couldn’t help but laugh and smile as he chased after you. “That’s not fair! I’m carrying all of these heavy bags!” he yelled.

You two had a nice first meal as a couple together, and you continued to make him smile “prettily” for the rest of your lives together. <3
Inspired by a long, boring trip on the bus. I wish I had someone to ride with me! ;^;

I'm going to have to start taking the bus everyday! (whoopee! ) School starts next week for me... yay, college!

oh twell... I'm going to have to bear with it, I guess. ^^ hehe

I had to write another fic 'bout Lovi! I just missed him so much! ;^; ohh.. my very tsundere Lovi... I missed you so--!

I'm still working on requests, of course! but, you understand, right?

hope you enjoyed! Comment please! ^^ I appreciate 'em! and thanks for reading!!! ^^


Hetalia belongs to :iconhimaruyaplz:
You belong to :iconsexyromanoplz:
Story belongs to me! muahahahaha!

Pic doesn't belong to me, but I will take it down sooner or laters, so chill! ^^
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Okay before we start the story. This story is based on real life and on my fantasies. Enjoy.

I sighed as I closed my locker. It was time for writing class. There was nothing wrong with that, I love writing. It´s just the person I had to sit next to. Lovino Vargas. My ex best friend and bully. In fourth grade, we were best friends until sixth grade. He began to bully me and then I snapped. I cried and told him I never wanted to talk to him ever again. After that, things were awkward around us. Especially now.

¨Hey, __! What´s up? ¨my friend Maria came up to me. I shrugged.

¨Not much.  Just walking to my next period.¨ I said. She nodded.

¨Cool, pues I gotta go or else my brother will get pissed that I´m late for third period. Adios! ¨ she said and ran off to her next class. Lucky her… she didn´t have to sit next to the guy you have liked for a long time but has hurt you, I thought. I sighed and made my way to my class. I sat in my seat and took out an assignment that the teacher had given us about two days ago. We had to write a short fictional story based on a true event in our lives or in history. I wrote a short story about the civil war about a slave that confronted his master and was condemned to death for that.

¨Ciao…¨ I heard a soft, deep voice say. I looked up and saw Lovino walking over to his seat. He had a faint blush on his cheeks. I eyed him as he took his seat next to me and took out his assignment. After everyone settled in and the teacher had finished taking roll call, we began reading our assignments.

¨Lovino Vargas! Please come to the podium and read your story.¨ the teacher said. Lovino stood up shakily and walked to the front of the room. He was blushing like mad.
¨The name of my story is called… Please forgive me… It´s based on something that happened… to a friend of mine.¨ He started. I crossed my arms and watched him.

¨There was a girl… she was very kind and pretty. She could make anyone laugh and was very smart. There was a boy, he was moody and didn´t have many friends. In fourth grade, they met and became close friends. The boy had a brother and the girl had a sister. Funny that they all got along. ¨ Lovino chuckled slightly. I was shocked. This sounded way too familiar.

¨Then in fifth grade, another boy came. He was every girl´s dream. He was a Casanova… he flirted with girls and won their hearts. He even won the girl´s heart making the moody boy jealous. The girl got closer to the flirty boy and they both fell in love. That was a problem because the moody boy loved the girl. So in sixth grade, the moody boy came up with a plan to make the flirty boy break the girl´s heart so she would return to him. In the end, the moody boy ended up hurting the girl and ending their friendship. The girl turned to the flirty boy for comfort, making the moody boy hate himself. ¨ He paused and peered over his paper. I caught his eyes looking at me and I blushed. I knew he was talking about me.´

¨Now… in seventh grade, the flirty boy left the girl alone and without anyone for comfort. The moody boy wanted to talk to the girl but he couldn´t even look into her eyes without feeling guilty. The girl ignored the moody boy and continued on as if he never existed which hurt the boy so much. Now they´re in eighth grade and all the boy wants is for the girl to forgive him. ¨ he stopped and looked around the room and stopped when he met my eyes. ¨That´s all he wants… the end.¨ he looked away and turned to the teacher. She was trying hard not to cry.

¨That was good, Lovino… I want to see you after class to talk about your story. Alright… ___ ___! You´re up.¨ the teacher said. I nodded and walked up, not meeting Lovino´s golden brown eyes. His hand brushed against mine making me blush. ´He wrote about us…´ I thought and looked at my paper.

¨During the civil war…¨


I was at my locker grabbing my things for fourth period when I saw the door that led to writing class open. I looked over and saw Lovino walk out with his hands in his pockets. I frowned.

¨H-hey… Lovino? ¨ I asked. He stopped in his tracks with his eyes wide open.

¨S-si? ¨ he stammered. I blushed.

¨I l-liked your story….¨ I said.

¨Grazie…¨ he responded. I looked down.

¨I´m sorry…¨ I said. He looked at me funny.

¨Why the hell are you sorry?¨ he asked.

¨Because… I liked Toni when I should have liked you… he was just a senseless flirt.¨ I said. He blinked.

¨What are you talking about? ¨ he asked blushing. I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes.

¨You know what the hell I´m talking about! I fucking love you Lovino Vargas! I´m sorry for being oblivious to your feelings! If I had noticed them, none of this would have happened!¨ I exclaimed. He was taken back by my outburst.

¨You… l-love me?¨ he asked. I nodded.

¨I love you so much I hate it!¨ I exclaimed. He smiled and pulled me into a hug.

¨Ti amo troppo…¨ he whispered in my ear. I hugged him back.

¨You fucking idiot… I love you so much…¨ I said and kissed his cheek. He smiled.

¨You missed…¨ he said and kissed my lips. I kissed back with much eagerness. Oh yes… this would be the start of a beautiful relationship.
As I said.. based on a true story. I had a buddy since fourth grade and in sixth grade he bullied me. And there was a flirty dude. He was just so funny! Don´t blame me. And yes I did ignore my buddy in seventh grade. I regret it. I seriously miss him. The next time I see him, I´m gonna glomp him and tell him that I like him because I do. :iconfailglompplz: I´m so sorry Ryan! :iconamericawhyplz: I miss you too much... :iconitalysulkplz: I chose Romano ´cause I couldn´t think of anyone else. :iconitalyumadplz: u mad? XD

I used my OC Maria. She´s Mexico... .u.

Hetalia: nien!
Story: mine.
You: :iconsemeromanoplz: :iconfacepokerplz: ...... :iconfangasmplz: sorry... couldn´t resist. XD
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Lasagne, Sauce and Gelato.



You were humming happily throughout your home on the way to the kitchen. You then reached your destination and started scavenging the cupboards and pantries for food.

"Mamma! I'm hungry~!" Your 4 year old daughter called from the living room. "Is lunch going to be ready soon~?"

You then closed the cupboards and walked to the entry which separated the lounge from the kitchen. "Yes my love, don't worry..." you smiled." Anyways we have to wait for daddy to come home so we can have lunch." you smiled.

She puffed her cheeks. "Okay Mamma. Daddy! Hurry up and come home!" She said to no one in particular.

"Yes Romano, Hurry up!" you said before giggling with your daughter as you two were behaving like children, Uh, you were behaving like a little girl.

"Hang on there for a little while longer, I'll start lunch." you said to your daughter. "Okay~!" she responded before running to her room.

You observed your daughter dreamily. She was 4 years already, Isabella Vargas. She had your same (h/c) hair but with a stray curl like Romano, she also had Romano's eyes. She looked like a doll; A living angel in your eyes.

You then sighed and snapped out of your daydream and continued looking in the pantry for something to cook. You looked in the cupboard, spices, pasta sheets, so you took them and put them in the table. You then bent down to the lower cupboard level and looked in there.

Napolitano Sauce, White Sauce, Romano Sauce... You then giggled and grabbed the Romano sauce.

Lovino always got annoyed as his name was always in many items of his country. Romano cheese, Romano Brand, Romano spice, Romano sauce... You then started giggling some more before feeling two strong arms wrapping around your waist and a chin resting in your shoulder.

"I'm home." Lovino grumbled before giving you a kiss in your cheek.

"Welcome home Lovi." You said before kissing his cheek and you laughed again, remembering what you were thinking before.

"What's so funny?" He asked looking over your shoulder.

"Oh Nothing much, I was looking for some things for lunch when I found this." You said and showed him the bottle of sauce. He frowned. "Romano sauce, and how you get angry that your name is in many things."

"Well just-a imagine you being teased for a type of food that is named after you." He huffed into your shoulder. "'Ah, is it Romano, like the cheese~?'" Romano said in a high pitch voice trying to imitate another person. "Seriously it's freaking annoying."

You laughed at his reaction. "Don't worry Lovino..." you chuckled. "It must be easier to remember things."

"Easier to remember my foot. Can't people distinguish me between pieces of freaking food?" He growled. You smiled and turned over to him and kissed his lips. He smiled into the kiss before kissing you back, harder than you had before. He licked your lip and he was about to make the kiss deeper when...

"Ah, Papa, you're finally home!" Your daughter said with a little anger from waiting. "What are you and Mamma doing?" she tilted her head to the side and looked at both of your with her big eyes.

You and Lovino instantly broke the kiss. You were wiping any loose drool that you had and Lovino did too. You two blushed. How embarrassing that their own child had found you two making out.

"A-ah, nothing, Isa..." You laughed nervously.

"Your-a Mamma is right Bambina.., nothing at all!" He two Laughed nervously and scratched his head in embarrassment. 'Damn it!' he cursed internally. He tried not to curse when Isabella was around.

"Oh...Kay..." Your daughter said. "So, Mamma, have you started lunch yet? Daddy's here."

"Not yet baby, you'll have to wait a little longer."

"B-but you said!" she pouted.

"I know, Bella, but uh... i know!  I'll make it up to you." You said, your head now spinning in what to say to your child without bringing up anything pricey or impossible.

"...We'll be having Gelato for desert, Bella." Lovino finished your sentence. You then turned to him and light up. 'You're a genius Lovino!'

"How's that?" He bent down and ruffled his only daughter's hair.

"Per favore!" Isabella chimed in Italian.

"Sicuro, Mía bella Bambina." Lovino responded in Italian. "Ti Amo." he said before kissing her forehead.

"Ti Amo tutti Papa!" She giggled before kissing his cheek. You swore you could of melt into a muddle right there. It was too cute when she started talking Italian with her daddy!

"And what about Mamma? Don't you love her too?" Romano teased. You nodded.

"YES! I love her thiiiis much." Isabella said before extending her arms as wide as she could. "Ti Amo Mamma!"

"Di Tutti, Isabellita." You smiled.

"Wow, that's a lot, isn't it ____?" Lovino said before standing up again. You nodded. "Yes! So, Baby, are you going to wait for lunch now? Mamma and Papa will make it straight away."

"Yes Sir!" She saluted and giggled all the way to her room.

Lovino then turned to you and hugged your waist. "...where were we...~"

"Making Lunch." You said before pecking his lips and escaping his embrace to continue looking or the ingredients. Lovino growled.

"What are we making?" Lovino asked.

"Lasagne." You responded. "It will be easy for you and really quick if we do it together so..."

He sighed. "I get your drift; I'll just go get some fresh tomatoes from the garden to put in it." Lovino said before heading outside to the garden. "Ciao, I'll be back in a sec."

"It's ok!" You smiled and started preparing some white sauce in a saucepan and cooking some mincemeat in a pan. All while humming.

"I'm back, again." Lovino said before heading to the sink to wash his red beauties. He then started to chop them in the chipboard in the table.


You were now putting the fresh handmade pasta sheets in the tray. Lovino then put a layer of meat and vegetables while you put a layer of white sauce and pasta sheets. You two repeated this process a couple of times until the top of the tray was full. You then finally put the 'Romano sauce' on top and gave it to Lovino who then put the tray in the hot pre-prepared oven and closed it.

"Ah, Done!" Lovino sighed and wiped imaginary sweat. "Now we-a have to wait."

"Not a problem." You said before walking to the lounge and turning on the TV. "We can wait." you said before patting the spot next to you for Lovino. Who sat down next to your and kissed your hair.

"Best way to-a relax." Lovino said while he rested his head in your lap.


"..mano... Romano... Lovino... Wake up! The timer is done!"

"Agh?" Romano mumbled "Ok." he said groggily and went to get the food. And you went to prepare the table.


"Waah~! This is aaaahmazing!" Your daughter said when she tried the lasagne. "Papa and Mamma are the best cooks in the world!"

"Even better than France?" you teased. You felt Lovino tense from the other side of the table.

"Even better that Uncle Francis, Uncle Yao and Uncle Turk combined~!" Your daughter smiled. You then felt Lovino relax. 'Even better than the best? That's nice.' You smiled.

"Thank you Bella." Lovino said with a smile. "You're the best."

"Noo, papa, you and Mamma are the best!" Isabella grinned before digging into her food again.

"Isn't she absolutely precious?" You said to Lovino.

"She reminds me of you." Lovino said. You blushed. "She looks so much like you; she is going to be a beautiful woman one day."

"That she will." You smiled sweetly at your daughter who was currently stuffing her face with tomatoes and Lasagne. "She will be a hit with the boys!"

You then felt Lovino tense up again. And he started giving out murderous aura. " one will touch her..."


"...Or I'll kick their a-"


"A-Ah, Sorry, got caught up in the moment, I forgot." He smiled sheepishly. You huffed. You knew he was protective but that was a whole new level. And he wasn't supposed to swear in front of Isabella.

"Papa! Mamma! Finished!" Isabella said showing her plate, which was now Lasagne and Tomato free.

She was a Vargas after all.

"Good job! Now I'll bring the treat we promised."

"Yay! Gelato!"

"Mm. Cant-a wait." Lovino licked his lips in anticipation. "Bring me the usual!"



"Here you-a-go!" You said trying to feign an Italian accent. Which Lovino laughed at. "Next!"

"Hmmph. No Gelato for you then?" You lifted your brow and smirked.

"N-n-no! Anything but the gelato!" Lovino cried. Isabella giggled. You smiled. "That's right"

"Here you go, Bella!" You said before handing a vanilla gelato cup for Isabella which she said "Grazie!" and started to dig in to her Icy treat. "Mmn! Yum!"

You then put some (flavour) gelato in a clear glass for you and you started to eat it.

"What about me ____." Lovino whined. You just smirked and walked over to him and kissed his lips, which surprised him before you handed him some Pistachio gelato. You then whispered something on his ear that made him blush brighter than his beloved tomatoes.

You'd never seen him eat that fast.

And thus was another day with your beloved famiglia.


"Papa… what are you doing to mama?"
I couldn't help myself with the last part...//shot

What was your papa doing, Isabella? i don't really know...:iconeatingplz:
Isabella: I don't really know... :iconinnocentplz:
Me: Aw~ Let's leave them be, i bet they will be tired later Want some more gelato? :icongelatoplz:
Isabella: Waaaai~ Si~ *leaves to kitchen*
Me: *locks door* *wipes nose* u-uh yeah... lets go...

This is old~ I've had it in my iPod for a while XD Wanted to post it for a while... i will post more stuff over these 2 free weeks :D I HAVE to finish my unfinished stories ...

Random fact: My 11 month old baby sister is called Isabella~

I know its Per favore... Typo i cannot fix now, sorry XD done! My italian is getting fuzzy... time to study agin....

:iconhimaruyaplz: Owns hetalia and the preview pic~
:iconcuteromanoplz: Owns you~
Me: I kinda own your child... XD
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Italy Brothers
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Dark!Italy x Reader

PG-13 (For dark themes)

Abandonment Issues

You tore your gaze away from the window, you have had enough of its taunting.  It, like the door of course, was locked.  You can't remember the last time you left the house.  Everything was so different just a month ago.  You closed your eyes and reflected on the past, because it was pretty much the only thing you could do.  


"I'm (Name).  Nice to meet you," you smiled politely and held out your hand to shake.

"Ciao Bella!  I'm Italy!"  The man took your hand, but instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips.  Naturally you blushed from the unexpected action.  You were so glad you bumped into him, he was so cute!  

"I really am sorry for knocking you over, how can I make it up to you?"  You blushed a little.

"Ve!  Don't worry about it," he smiled "but if you really want to, how about we get some pasta?"

"Pasta?  Oh, I guess it is lunch time about now…"

"Si!"  You laughed at his enthusiasm, he seemed so innocent and pure.


The click of the door made you snap your eyes open.  You barely turned around before he had engulfed you in a hug.  

"Ve~ You smell so nice (Name)."  

"Thank you," you responded quietly.  Should you ask?  Now would be just as good a time as any.  "Italy?"

"What is it Bella?"

"Um, do you think you can stop locking the doors when you go out?  I feel…trapped."  He pulled back from the hug.  

His eyes were open, but it did little good.  You could never read his eyes, some "window to the soul"  they were.

"But (Name), if I do that, you might try to run away from me."


Germany and Japan seemed like nice guys, Italy had just introduced you.  After the big fight you had with your old friends it was good to go out and meet new people.  Now you and Italy were watching T.V. at his house.

"Say, (Name)?" he started, uncharacteristically serious.  

"What is it?"  Your concern showed itself in your voice.  

"Even if I'm a little clumsy and, well, like…me, you won't leave me will you?"  Your eyes widened, that was what he was worried about?  

"Italy, no!  I would never do that.  You're so nice, I don't care if you're clumsy or anything else!"  Hopefully that would reassure him.  

It did, Italy broke out a smile and laced his fingers with yours.  

"Really?"  He chirped.  You blushed a bit before nodding.  "Yay!"  Italy kissed your cheeks and embraced you.


Italy sat you in a chair.  Then he wrapped his arms around your waist and put his head against your stomach.  

"Ti amo, (Name)."  He lifted his head to look at you.  Again, his pools of amber were unreadable.  "Do you love me?"

"Yes."  At your answer Italy closed his eyes and buried his face in your stomach again.  He squeezed your waist.

"Yay~ that's happy," he whispered into the fabric of your shirt.

You spent the night trying to gently persuade Italy to leave the door unlocked the next time he went out.  You kept reassuring him that you wouldn't run away and you just wanted to go outside for a little bit.  

"You promise you won't run away?"  He asked.

"No, I won't."  He stoked your hair softly.

"Good," he leaned in and put his lips at your ear, "because if you did, I'd come find you."  Suppressing a shudder, you stood your ground.  Italy kissed you, harder than usual, more possessive.  He traced the inside of your mouth with his tongue, almost desperately.  Once he was done he pulled you into bed, circled his arms around you and fell asleep.  

When you woke up in the morning Italy was gone.  You walked over to the door, hoping you had convinced him last night.  Slowly you descended your fingers on the handle.  A rare smile spread across your face when it turned, only to disappear when the door couldn't be opened more than an inch.  There was a chain lock.  On the outside.

You pressed your forehead against the door that separated you with the rest of the world and slowly descended to your knees.  

"No Italy, I can't run away, even if I try."

Here is my first crack at Dark!Charaters. I really like reading about them, THEY ARE SO INTERESTING. Personally the dark creepy aspect of things is often the best. I like fluffy stuff too, don't get me wrong, but I'm fasinated by evil characters. :iconevilplz: That's just me though.

I tried really hard to make it good, even though there are still some things that I'm not that happy with, overall I'm pleased by it.

Also I tried to keep Italy in character as much as I possibly could, just because I made him a yandere doesn't mean I wanted to butcher his character. In my opinion having the charater go dark isn't a good enough excuse to make them out of character, we can keep them in character and dark, because we are all dark if we look deep enough. Even with that said though, out of character darknes isn't always badly done, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy some out of character yandere-batshit insane goodness. Just know and aknowledge when it's out of character. You can make them out of character, but realize it and don't try to make excuses. Always remember you can write whatever you want. (That doesn't always make it good though)

Anyway, Italy really does have some abandonment issues(most likely brought on from his grandpa dissapearing and HRE leaving him) in the series, he freaked out when he thought Germany didn't like him anymore(which was hilarious BTW). So if he snapped somehow, I feel like this would be the most plausable.

...Holy crap that's a long discription.

Ciao: Hello
Bella: Beautiful
Si: Yes
Ti amo: I love you

Ita: Ve! Why did you make me so mean in this Pyro?
Pyro: Because yanderes are awesome! And I love making good characters go bad :iconevilsmileplz:
Ita: I don't want people to hate me!
Pyro: Don't worry Italy, I only do it cuz I love you :aww:
Ita: Ve? Is that so~?:iconitalyrapefaceplz:
Pyro: 0.0 Fuuuuuu-

Hetalia, Italy © Hidekaz Himaruya :iconhimaruyaplz:
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I'll Bet

Author's Note: Since this is our little Lovi, there will be cursing and swearing. No likey, no read-y!

"Damn FUCKING fratello, leaving out the flour!"

"That bastard Tony... TOOK MY FAVORITE DAMN SHIRT!"

"My God, I've had enough of Feli leaving the dinner in the fridge WITHOUT THE FUCKING CLING WRAP."

If these weren't Lovino Vargas's words, it'd be called vulgar. But, alas, these are the words of Lovino Vargas. These profanities are just the norm for you.

Although Lovino was your best friend (not to mention the massive crush you had on the hotheaded Italian), his cursing could get out of hand. He was the only person you knew that could use 'fuck's and 'damn's like they were commas.

There have been more than one accounts of his swearing interrupting your inner peace. For example: one Tuesday on the couch watching Doctor Who.

You are a hard-core Whovian, and absolutely despise anyone who bothers you during that heavenly period every week when a new episode comes out.

Lovino was not anyone, though, and you couldn't help but to answer his call. "Hello?" you said. "(Y/N) TELL THIS TOMATO FREAK THAT LILAC IS NOT THE FUCKING SAME AS A DAMN PURPLE."

You cringed from the volume of his voice. "Lovino Romano Vargas, it is 7:22 P.M. on a THURSDAY." you say, losing your patience. "Doctor Who is on, and I swear, if you call me again and it's a stupid color problem, I will cut off your balls."

Not to mention that time when you were at the park feeding the ducks when the Italian caught sight of a certain German man.


And to add to that collection of cursing accounts, there was today. You were reading peacefully on the couch of Lovino and Feli's shared house. The book you were reading was called The Lovely Bones, and you couldn't stop reading it.

That was until a string of swearing came from the kitchen.

"HOLY FUCK (Y/N) COME HERE. I CUT MYSELF OH SHIT." Sighing, you reluctantly put the book down on the couch and rushed over the Lovino. There he was, the blood drained from his face as blood seeped out of his pointer finger and onto the cutting board.

"Lovi," you started. "This isn't the time, woman! Get a bandage or somthing!" he says frantically. Reaching for a bandage in one of the counters, you carefully applied the plaster on Lovino's cut.

"Lovi, that was sort of funny." you admitted. He put on an overly dramatic, hurt look. "Bella, I almost died." You giggled. "That's nothing to fuck with." You eyed the Italian with a curious eye.

"Can I ask you why you swear so much?" you asked him. He leaned on the counter in what you thought was a slightly attractive manner. He collected the knife behind him on the cutting board and put it away to wash.



Lovino sighed and gave you an exasperated look. "Look, (y/n), I can't go a day without swearing. I guess that's just how it works."

Scoffing, you said, "Yeah, because that's the way my idiot works." Lovino felt a pang in his heart, though didn't show it.

"I bet you can't even make it through an hour without cursing," you say, biting into an apple from the counter. Lovino surged with anger. This girl was clearly underestimating him.

"I can too!" Lovino protested. "Really?" you ask with doubt. "Don't underestimate me, bella." Lovino growled. "Hmph." you said, sticking your nose in the air.

"Okay, I'll make you a damn deal." Lovino snarled. "Which is?" you ask, interested in the fact of Lovino losing to you. "If I can make it through an hour without cursing, I win the deal."

"Oh, goodie. What are the prizes for either of us winning the bet?" Lovino smirked. "If I win, you have to sit down tonight and watch all of the Twilight movies."

Shuddering, you said, "Whoa, calm down Satan. What's in it if I win?" Lovino shrugged. "I'll let you decide." Grinning, you stated, "Okay. If I win, I get to pull your curl."

Lovino's eyes widened and he looked to the ground, not wanting you to look at the massive blush spreading on his olive complexion. "Deal." he growled.

You smiled. "Great! It's 12:30 right now, so if you can make it to 1:30, you win." Lovino towered over you, only three inches from your face. He had a devilish smirk on his face.

"Oh, I will win." he whispered, his hot breath tickling your face. Blushing, you backed away and went back to the couch. Jumping on it, you whipped your phone from your pocket and texted Antonio.

Lovi and I are in a bet that he can't curse for a whole hour. Get over here and help me win this thing!

Not long after, your phone beeped signaling you had a new text. But, chica, Gil and Francis are over here. You grinned, texting back, All the better. Hurry over here!

Lovino was finishing up the spaghetti when the doorbell rang. "Oi, (y/n), get the door, will ya?" Lovino barked. Groaning, you got up form the couch lazily, struggling to contain your laughter.

Opening the door, you were faced with the Bad Touch Trio, grinning like children on Christmas morning. You put a finger to your lips and signaled for the three to quietly sneak in.

The three men soundlessly made their way underneath the counter of the kitchen. "Who was that?" Lovino asked you. "Nothing. Must've been some ding-dong-ditchers." you answered as cooly as possible.

"Those f--I MEAN, uh, crazy, uh..." Jesus, this is hard. Lovino thought, scowling. You smiled victoriously. "Nevermind." Lovino dismissed, turning his back to you. You made your way behind the counter and gave the trio the signal.

Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert sprang up with noise makers and screamed, "HELLO!!" Lovino jumped six inches in the air and screamed, "HOLY SHIIIIITOCKEY MUSHROOMS!"

"Damn it, so close." Gilbert said with disappointment. Lovino growled. "How the flying fudge did you monsters slither in?" he snarled. "I invited them," you said casually, leaning on the counter.

"Nice try, bella. I'm not cracking." Lovino said, turning the stove off. Francis snickered. "Ohonhonhon~! That's a funny joke, mon ami. Lovi, you will definitely crack."

Antonio nodded, smiling. "True, amigo. If anyone, Lovi would win in a cursing contest." If looks could kill, the trio would be dust from Lovino's glares.

"Don't underestimate me." he growled. "I'm bored." you complained, slipping on your favorite socks. "I'm going to slide around the kitchen, who cares to join me?" you asked.

"(y/n), I wouldn't." Lovino warned. You shrugged. "What could happen?" you said, running from the living room onto the cold, hard tile of the kitchen floor.

Lovino was right, you really shouldn't have. While he was cooking, he spilled grease on the tile. But he didn't know he spilled that much. Lovino saw you tripping backward, and he envisioned your blood staining the white tile.

Luckily, he was wearing shoes, and caught you in the nick of time. "WHAT THE HELL, (Y/N)?! YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN SERIOUSLY HURT, GODDAMMIT!" he yelled. Still in an aftershock from the event, you stuttered, "I didn't know, I-"

"Jesus Christ, (y/n)! You could have fucking split your skull!" he shouted. Francis, Gilbert, and Tony scolded you with worry.

"Frau, are you alright?"


"Ma cherie, don't do that again!"

Recovering, you still noticed that you were still in Lovino's arms, and you blushed. "Wait, you cursed." you noticed, smirking.

"OF COURSE I SWORE, IDIOTA! I FUCKING CARE A LOT ABOUT YOU!" Lovino hollered. That instantly wiped the goofy grin off you, and your face softened.

"You do?" you said quietly. Lovino rolled his eyes. "Of course I do. Why do you think I was yelling at you?" You shook your head, hoisting yourself on the bar stool.

"Because you hate me. I've been getting that impression lately." It was true. He no longer seemed that happy when he hung out with you. It was just grumpiness.

Lovino shook his head, and shooed the three men to the living room. "I don't hate you." he promised, taking the stool beside you.

Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. "Yes you do. You don't have to hid it anymore, it's fine." you said, your voice cracking. "If I hated you so much, would I do this?"

Lovino leaned in close, so close you could smell the scent of him: tomatoes and pasta. How much you loved that smell. Your eyes lidded close as you felt his lips on yours.

Smirking, you winded your arms around his neck, and reached for the curl at the side of his head and gently tugged it. Lovino pulled away and gasped. "What was that for?!" he hollered.

You just sat there with a smug smirk. "I still get my earnings. I won the bet." you say. Lovino shook his head and smiled. "Well, now you're going to pay the price." he stated with a low voice that made you shudder.

He slammed his lips to yours, pulling you almost of your stool when he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. You set your hands on his neck, deepening the kiss.

You could feel his tongue licking your lip, begging for entrance. You happily granted it to him. He pulled apart, smirking. You whined when he broke the kiss. Lovino licked his lips hungrily before sealing your lips again.

You could totally get used to this.
Contest entry for :iconshihagami:'s Sweet and Sour themed contest. The idea of the theme was to create a fluffy story with a spice of sexiness. Hope you guys liked it! :D

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Hetalia Germany Modavational By Awsomeprussiap by Wafflegirl12331p

    "HEY VAIT!" The german literally screamed causing everyone in a 5-mile radius to probably flinch.
    Does he really think im going to listen to him?  You chuckled in your mind. Grabbing onto an almost impossible building to climb, you hoisted yourself onto the top and looked down to see the three men staring up at you.
    "How wirr we get her?" The most likely-Japanese man whispered to the taller German. You barely heard what they said. You bandana was off along with your hood, now everyone could see your face! Oh no this would not end well. 
    "Get down from zhere!"
    "Nah." Smirking, you sat at the edge of the house, dangling your skinny legs off of the roof.
    "From what happened I really don't feel like coming down." 
    "Vell you have to at some point!"
    "And right now will not be the time." It felt good to tease these men. Mr. Blondie seemed to almost steaming from anger, The Sir No emotion seemed to only stare at you, and then there was a random Italian who you could of swore said 'pastaaaa~'
    "Do jou vant us to force jou down?"
    "Zhen come down!"
    "Mom told me not to listen to strangers." He nearly exploded. He almost seemed like he could dystroy the whole world in one single word. But his anger wasn't going to get at you.
    "VE AREN'T STRANGERS!" Flinching to his angry voice, you replied, 
    "Who are you then? People from the streets chasing me in a friendly game of tag?"
    "I like tag~" You looked at the Italian and smiled. He seemed in a different world but was very happy about chasing down girls.
    "You are all pedos." Standing up, you waved to them and ran across the building, then leaped onto another house. 
    "ARE JOU TRYING TO RUN AVAY AGAIN?!" Turning around you answered,
    "What does It look like Captain obvious?" And with that, you shot off across the rooftops. Funny how much they wanted to get you. Actually it was more like the German was trying to get you. All you did was steal 50 dollars! Not like that was a lot...Well for you it was. Stomach rumbling, it reminded you needed to get food.
    How much food can you get with 50 dollars...
Yay :D
I'm bored.
Oh and sorry it's so short.
Well anyways...

Hetalia belongs to it's proper owner.
The story belongs to me.
and you belong to Mr. Blondie, Sir No emotion, and Dr. I like tag.

Chapter 1:…
Chapter 2: You ish here.
Chapter 3:…
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                        "Don't let your tongue be your worst enemy."
                                                            -John "Sonny" Franzese

"What are you going to do? Stab me?" You turned around to see, of course, a knife pointed towards you in a very menacing way. "Oh, damn... you really are." Your (e/c) eyes widened, you took a step back as he took a step forward.

"Just hand over the bag, girly." Came his gruff reply.

"Well, you just picked the wrong person to mug because I'm poor as-"

"OI! What the hell do you think you're-a doing?!" A shout came from behind you, causing you to turn around. "You still targeting girls! Useless bastard!" The man sneered. You sighed as a feeling of safety washed over you.

"S-sorry, B-boss...!"He stuttered out, scurrying off into the dark. You huffed as you met eyes with your savoir, he wasn't that tall but, whatever... and what was that "Boss" part about anyway? You smiled lightly.

"Wow, thanks." You gave him your hand shake. "My name is ____-"

"As if I care, idiota." He turned around and began to walk away from you. Leaving you just to feel the slightest ticked off. You glared at the man who was walking away slowly, into the street.

"Some one had bitch flakes for breakfast." You mumbled as you turned around and began to walk away. A large hand suddenly slapped on your shoulder, pulling you backwards and slamming you against the alley-way wall. It knocked the air from your lungs as you stared into his fiery hazel eyes. "Oh great, getting mugged for the second time today..."

"Do you know who I am?!" He yelled in your face, causing you to flinch and shrink back to the wall. His grip tightened on your shoulder as tried to struggle against him.

"Well, do you know who I am!?" You accused. You felt the man stiffen in surprise. Giving you a confused slight tilt of the head. "Ha! Thought so... I was trying to tell you until you rudely interrupted me!" You jabbed your finger into his chest, he stumbled back and gave you a confused glare. There was a pause in the thick air, as he processed his thoughts. Once he recovered he took a step forward, squishing you between his chest and the wall, which made you very uncomfortable to say the least.

"You should really learn to control your sass." He growled in your ear. A shiver racked its way down your spine. "Should I help you with that?" He cocked his head to the side, making you blush and put your hands on his chest, trying to push him away.

"N-no th-thanks! Sassy from the womb to the tomb!" You laughed as you turned your head to the side. "Y-you know, there is nothing wrong with too much personal space!" You felt the blush spread on your cheeks.

"There is never such thing as personal space ragazza." His voice echoed throughout the alley. He was close now, his breath on your lips. You felt that he was going to kiss you, but thank god there was an interruption, but not the kind you'd like to hear. The all to familiar sound of gunshots cut through the tension like a hot knife, making the both of you flinch, and hold onto each other.

"Shit... they found me..." He muttered under his breath.  

"Wh-what the hell do you mean "they found me"?! Are you some kind of criminal?" You hissed. "If I don't get some answers-"

"Just shut the hell up and run!" He grabbed your hand and dragged you deeper into the alley. To say the least, he was really quick, leaving you almost out of breath. "What's wrong? Can't keep up?" He snickered.

"Well, I'm sorry,..." You panted. "I just didn't find a reason to run until now!" You snapped. He smiled slightly, but it quickly disappeared. He slammed both of you against the wall, this time, his body as close to yours as possible. You were about to call him out on it until you heard frantic footsteps.

"Where is he? The Grand boss will not be happy!"

"He never is happy when it comes to his grandsons."  

We have to keep looking...!"

They passed by you, making you wonder if they were looking of your "friend"... most likely. He looked out of the alley, a empty street welcoming his view, the street lights just dimly giving them light. "Hurry up," he hissed, pulling your hand until you stumbled out, fixing your clothing.

"They are looking for you, aren't they." He ignored your questioned as he pulled you still, walking briskly down the street, and you had no idea where. "Hey I'm talking to you!" You yelled in a low voice. You suddenly stopped causing him to give you a glare.

"What-a the hell do you think you're-a doing?! They could find us now that we are out in the open!" He hissed.

"I'm not going to god-knows-where, with some... some stranger I just met...!" You argued. You wrenched your hand from his as you crossed your arms.

"Damn it! You let me drag you this far!" He growled, looking around for anybody.

"Tell where we are going." You asked stubbornly.

"To my house." Your (e/c) eyes were glazed with anger.

"Why on earth would I go to some weirdo's house! I'm not some cheap whore!" You lifted your hands in the air.

"Oi! I'm not some weirdo!" He hissed. "I have a name!" He grabbed your wrist and pulled under a street light. Looking at your face for the first time, and you seeing his as well. His green tinted eyes scanned your body, taking in the sight of you body, and your face. How both your (e/c) eyes and (h/c) locks shimmered under the street light, your lips slightly parted do to the fact that you were looking at him with amazement.

You looked at every little detail of the man in front of you, his olive skin, this hazel eyes, and his brown messy locks with a weird kink in it. A blush sublimely found it's way to both of your cheeks... neither of you thought that the other person was this attractive.

"...Lovino. Lovino Vargas." He mumbled as he turned away. You looked at him, tilting your head. "Chigi... don't look at me l-like that...!" He put a hand in front of your face. You pouted slightly as you moved his hand out of your face.

"_________ _________." You said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lovino Vargas." You admitted in your head that you liked the sound of his name roll of your tongue. "So, what now?" You questioned.

"We have to sneak-"

"There you are Lovino!" You hear someone call from behind you. You were about to turn around until Lovino shoved your face into his chest, causing you to squeak. You heard foot steps as you tried to turn around, but he just kept his grip strong. "Man, is the Grand boss mad or what!" You heard him chuckle, from what you could tell, he was Spanish. "Oh, who's this chica?" You felt your self tense up.  

"None of your god damn business, that's who. Besides, he always mad at me." He looked down to met your worried eyes. "Just tell him I'll be there soon, got it Antonio?" He was about to turn when his voice stopped him.

"I'm sorry mi amigo, but he wants to see you now." Antonio's voice turned cold, making you shiver. "I'll go call the rest and bring the car around." You heard his foot steps grow faint. "Oh and don't do anything stupid, you are already in enough trouble, no?"

You heard Lovino curse under his breath as he released you. Making you look at him with curiosity. "Should I even ask...?"

"No." He mumbled. "Damn it, now that Antonio knows about you, he won't let you go." He placed both hands on your shoulders. "When they come, don't let anyone of them see your face, if they see it, then, let's just say you'll have trouble with the mafia."

"Whhhhhaaaaatttt??? The-the mafia?? Oh god, I'm so screwed!" You whined. You clutched your head between your hands. "Ah, this is so bad! What is my mom going to say?!" You pointed a finger at Lovino. "See this is your fault, I'll have you know!"

"What? My fault? You're the one who is way to sassy for your own good!" He sneered. He flicked your forehead, causing you to yelp and rub your forehead.

"Ow! That hurt!" You pouted. He looked at you, then bent down to kiss your forehead, making you blush.

"S-sorry..." He turned away, but you could still see the blush on his tan cheeks.

"But if they are driving you to your house, how am I going to get home!" You asked.

"I can drive you home."

"And let them find out where I live?" You pointed out.

"Not only sassy, but smart too? God, you were made in hell weren't you?" He growled.

"Well excuse me Mr. Mafia, but I actually use my head, instead of using violence." You turned away from him, but out of the corner of your eye you could see his jaw drop. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hit a nerve? Did I?" You giggled as he started to turn red, with anger or embarrassment, you weren't really sure.


"Well, I really should be going, though... It's kinda late and all." You motioned to the sky, with was a dark blue, with shining stars. "Um, so I guess this is goodbye then...?" You scratched your head awkwardly. You had no idea if you were going to keep in touch with Lovino, after all that happened.

"But there are some dangerous men out there!"

"Trust me, I know... I've already met two." You mumbled under your breath.

"Oi! That the hell is that supposed to mean!" He snapped.

"Nothing~!" You skipped pasted him. "Besides, I'll just say I know you right? If you are as bad as you say, they'll leave me alone."

"Or kidnap you if they are a rival mafia..." Lovino muttered.

"I'll just take my chances." You shrugged. Suddenly, there was a long car horn, causing you to jump in the air. "Well, I guess that's my sign to go now." You walked pasted him, your eyes meeting his for one last time. "You know, I-I don't mind if we see each other again..." And with that, you left.

"LOOOOOOVVVII!" He heard the ever so annoying voice call. "Are you reaaaaddddyyy? Does Lovino's special friend need a ride home?"

"Sh-shut up bastard! I'm-a coming!" He stomped over to the car, swinging open the door, then slamming it shut. "How mad is Grandpa?" He asked with a sigh.

"Very." Came one of the henchmen's reply.

"Ugh, I'm already in trouble, so why the hell not." He paused, causing his men to stare at him. "Make sure that Ragazza gets home okay, I don't care if we have to follow her in plain sight." They all glanced at each other, then smiles broke out of their lips..

"Ha, Lovi's in love!" Antonio cheered.

"Shut the hell up, bastard...!"

You walked down the side walk, you heard the car that Lovino went into start its engine. It seemed like it was going to past you, due to the fact that it sounded right next to you, but it never did. A smile spread on your lips as you came to the realization. "Ah, Lovino, you care too much about me..."

Lovino walked into his house, well to others, it seemed like a mansion. ________ would like it though, her apartment was nothing to be proud about, but she was on her own too. He sighed as he sat in a chair, waiting for his grand father to get out of a meeting, so he could get scolded and move on with his life. Lovino remembered memorizing the (e/c) eyed beauty's address, wanting to meet up with her later tonight, but that was unlikely to happen, his hazel eyes drifted to the ticking clock, 12:17 already...

"Lovino, don't worry, I'm sure grandpa will forgive you!" He turned his attention to his younger brother, Feliciano, who was even more worried than himself.

"Ah, Feli, Lovi's not worried he's in- ACK!" Before the Spaniard could finish, he received a kick to his knee. "Ahahahah, nice kick Lovi. It really hurt!" He laughed.

"Ve~ Fratello! What is Toni talking about?" Feliciano inquired.

"Nothing." He grumbled. The doors flew open into the room as a very pissed off Mafia boss came in. His curly brown hair ruffled, and chocolate eyes blazing with fury. Everyone stared at the man, who's chest was heaving as he laid eyes on Romano.

"EVERY BODY OUT!" He roared as he pointed at the door, afraid to anger him anymore, everyone complied. "Except you three." He pointed at Antonio, Feliciano, and Lovino. Once everyone left, he sat down at the head of the table. With a sigh, he looked at his eldest grandchild. "...Well?"

"I'm sorry Nonno..." Was all Lovino could say. He looked down, not really wanting to face him.

"Lovi, I'm not mad, it's just that you know how much I worry when you're not here. You parents-"

"Damn it! I know!" He yelled. "But I'm not weak anymore! You don't need to baby me anymore." He looked his grandfather in the eyes.

"How dare you-a cuss at me!" He raged.

"V-ve~ th-that's just-a Lovi's personality Nonno...!" Feliciano stuttered to his brother's defense.

"S-si! Plus, Lovino's extra grouchy 'cause we caught him with his lady friend!" At that moment the Spaniard received the most terrifying glare Lovino has ever given him. The room fell silent as Lovino's anger was irradiating off him. Feliciano turned his head to his brother in surprise.

"Ve! How come you never told me Fratello!" He whined like a child.

"Trust me Feli, I just found out today!" Antonio laughed. "I bet he wanted her all for him self huh Lovi~!"

"I-it's not like that, bastard!" He hissed.

"Is this true Lovino?" His attention was pulled back to his Grandpa, who had an unreadable expression on his face.

"S-si. She's really beautiful, and she knows how to make me laugh, I... I could see myself spending the rest of my days with her..." He tried to hide the blush on his cheeks, but it was no use. He was as red as his prized tomato.

"Heh...." Was all the reply they got. Suddenly, their grandfather's shoulders were shaking uncontrollably. In a blink of an eye, Lovino was in a bear hug with his Grandfather. "AHHHHH MY LOVI'S IN LOVE!" He began to kiss his forehead and his cheeks.

"Chigi! Let me go!" Lovino flailed.


"I can feel your stubble!" Lovino shouted.

"How could I ever stay mad at my little Lovi~!"

"Ve! I wanna met her Lovi!" Feliciano pipped in.

"Si, si!" Antonio cheered. "We should have a party too!"

"What a wonderful idea!" Their Grandpa agreed, dropping Lovino on the floor. "We must meet the woman who will take over the family business!"

Lovino felt his heart sink to his stomach. He didn't want _______ to be in the mafia... That was no place for someone as snarky as her. She would die in an instant. Not to mention he couldn't even imagine her in the family business, she didn't seem like the type to kill. Plus, she would have to meet the "wives" of the other henchmen. Well, more like whores, but man, were they fierce.

While the whole mafia rejoiced, patting Lovino on the back as they began to crack out bottles of wine, the music started, he sat there, wondering how on earth was someone like  ________ was going to love someone like Lovino. He knew he wouldn't, if in her place. He cursed under his breath, taking out the small piece of paper in his dress pant's pocket, her address written messily onto it.

Maybe, he could sneak off to see her again. Climb through her window like the Romeo he so desperately wanted to be. He wanted to cherish her, to spoil her in riches. He wanted her to be with him, and make those sassy comebacks like he was just another person in her life, forgetting his dangerous life. He wanted the night to belong to him and her alone, sharing secrets, whispering sweet nothings to each other. He wanted to see her face when she sees the diamond ring on her finger, connecting them, and only them. Deep down Lovino knew that _______ and him wouldn't last long, but that only convinced him to be with her as much as he could, especially if it meant right now.
edit: I change the title again.... 

Hey, I actually tried! 

yyoooooooooooooo i love the way this came out, i might even continue it.
Next I think I'll update a 2p!romanoXReader... or maybe my EnglandXAngel reader series... 
((maybe a spainXreader))
i got a lot of insperation from this cool-ass romano dedicated song right here…

Skadipirate, you have got to love her. 


My one year anniversary on deviant art is coming up, with over 300 watches, idk if i could see myself doing tihs for another year, maybe... 


i just honestly cant get over Romano, like seriously, if hetalia was real, i think i would hands-down go with Romano, he is just uuugggggghhhh :iconlustyromanoplz: I know he can be a dick sometimes, but hey, I'm okay with that. I love my baby. He is so cute too. like come one, if you say you don't like him, you're lying, cause why would you be reading this right now. Man, i have no life do i? 

To be honest tho, i have had too many dreams about Romano, like ugh, and most of them involve him getting jealous because i talk to spain??? Like baby, if you want me to talk to you, just say so, cause like i will glady take Romano over Spain ((sorry my Fatherland country)) but whatever, oh well, if only it were real, 

if only. 
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You were sitting in a café, waiting for one of your good friends, Lovino "Romano" Vargas, to arrive. You never really got why he wanted people to call him that. He told you it reminded him of his late mother who made things with Romano cheese and tomatoes (his two favorite ingredients) a lot. He didn't really want people to call him "Tomato" (though his cousin, Antonio, did so anyways) so he stuck with Romano. Why this crossed your mind, you didn't know. Maybe it was because you had some feelings for the southern Italian man? Yes, you had feelings for him and you weren't going to lie to yourself about it, but you never could tell anyone else though.

As you were daydreaming, Romano had sat across from you, waiting for you to come out of your reverie. At first, he would bark at you to come out of them, but you just yelled back which caused many fights between you two. Then, Romano, being the gentleman he is, decided to stop yelling and just wait. He knew that you wouldn't take too long and besides he liked how you looked when you were lost in thought. Yes, he had feelings for you too but he wouldn't admit it or tell anyone, unlike you, but he had a plan to see if you felt the same way.

Like he expected, you had come out of your reverie and wordlessly signaled to him that you saw him. "Ciao," he mumbled bitterly under his breath. "Hey" you greeted back.  Romano mentally prepared himself for what he was about to say. 'Okay,' he thought, 'all I have to say is that I like Camille* and see if (Name) gets jealous or not. Simple.'  "Well, I-I need some help confessing to someone. It's Camille. I think she likes me too, so could you set us up," he said as fast as lightning. Though he said the words quickly, it still shattered your heart. 'Did he…he's blushing…and looking to the side…so he must…' you thought while trying to register what he said.

"Oh…I'll help you Romano." You said quickly to your pal. Romano nearly choked on the pizza you had ordered for him. He certainly didn't expect that response from you. He expected you to become extremely curious and jealous about his "crush". You flashed a worried look at him, but he just brushed it off and regained his composure.  

"Um…grazie. Well, I'll see you later. Ciao." And with that, Romano took off, not wanting to be in that tense area anymore.  You just sat there, obviously shell-shocked. 'I'm happy, but I'm so upset at the same time. No matter, I'll act happy in front of him so he doesn't feel bad about telling me.' You thought as you spaced out yet again. 'Why couldn't he love me? I mean, I'm not unattractive…' you mused.  Just then, your phone rang. You picked it up to find out Antonio, Romano's cousin and one of your best friends, was calling you. You answered, trying not to sound miserable to your somewhat oblivious friend. "Hello?" you said monotonously. "Hola chica! I was wondering, can you could come to the park to meet my new novia~? Gracias!" he said and with that he hung up.

You sighed. 'Well, might as well go to the park. At least some people in this world can get a girlfriend/boyfriend unlike me.' you brooded as you left the café and walked to the quaint park. You reached the park and looked around until you found Antonio. With him was his new girlfriend…Camille?! Apparently, Antonio saw you and waved you over. "Hola (Name)! You know Camille right? Well, we just started dating a month ago!" he exclaimed happily to you.  Camille just smiled at you and was blushing a rosy pink. You pushed back your confusion and said, "Congrats guys! I'm so happy for you guys!" "Dankje," Camille whispered to you while Antonio slung his arm around her and gave you a hug.

All of this relationship drama was getting to you so you excused yourself from the happy couple. Not that they minded, as they were being lovey-dovey to each other. On the outside you seemed calm, but on the inside, chaos controlled your mind. 'If Camille is in a relationship with Antonio, then Romano lied to me. But why?' you thought as you bumped into someone. You started to apologize and saw that it was Romano himself. "Oh hey, can I talk to you for a sec?" you said before he could run away. You wanted to tell Romano the bad news before he found out himself. "S-si," he said meekly.

You pulled him over to a nearby bench and said, "Well, Antonio just introduced me to his new girlfriend, and apparently it was Camille. I'm so sorry Romano, I knew you liked her but she didn't feel the same way…but don't worry! I'll fi-""Oh, shut up!" snapped Romano.  This took you by surprise. You knew about Romano's volatile personality, but he was never this angry towards you. "I knew they were dating long before you! The only reason I lied to you was to make you jealous! Don't tell me, you're clueless about that too! Well I lied to you because I like you! There, I said it! Save your rejection for later, I don't want it!" he spat at you.  

"Romano, wait!" you yelled as he started to walk away.  He looked in your direction, but didn't look you in the eyes. "I'm sorry for being so clueless all the time! I…I did feel jealous when you lied to me, but I held it in because I wanted you to be happy! I thought you really liked Camille! The truth is, I really do love you. Please don't leave me!" You choked out while you started to cry. Romano pulled you into an embrace, relishing the feeling of your body pressed against his. "Idiota," he mumbled into your hair, "you're such a clueless idiota, but you're my idiota now."
Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for my late update! I was being lazy and well, school was also dragging me down. This time my reader insert features Romano! Oh, he's such a cute little tsundere~. Anyways, *Camille is supposed to be Belgium in this story, and she says thank you in a dialect of Dutch (forgot what it was called...). Oh, Reader-tan is so cute in this story to me! I'm sorry for making her a Mary-Sue but I kinda had to. Hope you enjoy~!

Hetalia (c) :iconhimaruyaplz:

Story (c) Me

You (c) You or Romano
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Everyday, Arthur Kirkland would lead his class like any other teacher. He would examine each student to see if they were paying attention. He would look closely at their faces to see if they were really absorbing the lessons he taught. Most of the children that entered and exited his classroom were plain old students. However, there was one particular student that caught his eye.

That student was you.

Everyday, Arthur saw you take a seat at the same desk in the very back corner of the room. You would hide yourself under your [f/c] hood and stare at him as if he were some kind of God. Most of the children who sat in the back were a nuisance, but he always knew you were paying attention.

Everyday, you hastily scribbled down notes about the civil war, the great depression, or whatever other history lessons he decided to give. Everyday, you turned in your homework as soon as you walked in, not idling in the slightest way. Everyday, you never spoke a word, but your eyes told a story - a story that Arthur could relate to.

Arthur always wanted to help the shyer students break out of their shells and contribute in class, and he knew he needed to help you. He was determined to break you out of that shell you had been trapped in the entire ninth grade year. He didn’t want you to hide yourself, he wanted to see the real you - what you were really capable of as a student.

“Now class, remember that your report on World War II is due tomorrow, okay?” Mr. Kirkland’s voice projected around the room as everyone was packing up their supplies. The bell rang, rattling in everyone’s ears. Everyone pushed through the small door frame, leaving one single student scrambling to get her things together.

“Ms. [Last Name], could you come here a moment?” Arthur directed. You quickly placed your backpack on your shoulders and headed to his desk.

“Yes, Mr. Kirkland?” You asked, your sweet voice shaking in fear of being in trouble.

He gestured toward the back of the classroom. “I’ve noticed you always sit in the far back of my class. Is there something bothering you?”

You simply shook your head. “No, sir. I just like sitting in the back that way no one bugs me,” a slight blush overcame your face, “I also don’t want to be called on. I-I’m not good at answering questions under pressure…”

“Well, I’m sure we can fix that,” Mr. Kirkland said with a smile, “I hereby forbid you to hide yourself in the back of my classroom. I assign you to sit right up front,” He pointed at the front desk in the middle row, “front and center, so I can see your pretty face more often.”

You blushed, then slowly nodded. “Y-Yes, sir.” You quickly ran out of the classroom, afraid of being late to your next class. Arthur watched you run off, a grin on his face. He enjoyed having you as a student, and would enjoy it even more once he got to pick on your everyday.
This was written for a contest being held by :iconrhinoghost:
The theme was 'Hiding.' I tried to use it as in the reader hides in the back of class feeling safer and not hastled by everyone or whatever.
I dunno if it worked out too well, but I tried. ^^;
Hope you guys enjoyed.~

p.s. The picture isn't mine, just the writing.
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Arthur Kirkland sat on the couch, his legs crossed, reading the newspaper. He was enjoying the somewhat peace and quiet that was going on in the house. Alfred was sleeping in the arm chair, quietly snoring and probably dreaming about hamburgers. This gave Arthur some time to himself. However, he felt something was missing.

As much as Arthur loved keeping to himself once in awhile, he always knew that he couldn’t be happy without his one love; [First Name] [Last Name]. He loved everything about her. The wonderful smile she greeted him with every morning, the beautiful look in her [e/c] eyes, the way her [h/c] locks glimmered in the sun, and who could forget the adorable giggle she had? She was Arthur’s everything, and he enjoyed every moment of his day when it was spent with her.

That particular day, Arthur hadn’t been up early enough to wish [Name] good luck on her way to work. He was afraid that it would upset her as much as it upset himself. He felt as if not seeing his girlfriend off in the morning was a horrible crime. Arthur was always the one to be a kind gentleman.

He checked his watch. [Name] should be home by now... Arthur thought to himself.
He glanced over his newspaper to see out the window. It was pouring outside. His calm and peaceful mood turned into complete worry and despair. What if [Name] wasn’t okay? What if she was hurt or something even more horrible?

Suddenly, Arthur heard the unlocking sound of the front door. He put down his newspaper to see [Name] standing in the doorway. She stripped herself of her raincoat and boots. Her face didn’t show any spark of happiness whatsoever.

“Good afternoon, love.” Arthur greeted her with a smile. “How was your day at work?”

She didn’t say anything. She slammed the front door and headed up the stairway.
The slammed door made Alfred awake with quite a fright. “What the hell was that?!”

“It was the door slamming, you frog. And [Name] doesn’t seem too happy…”

“Well, she interrupted my amazing dream about marrying a hamburger!” Alfred complained as he curled up into his previous position in the armchair. Arthur glared at the country and arose off the couch to find out exactly what was wrong with [Name].


Arthur headed towards [Name]’s bedroom. Before knocking, however, he put his ear up against the door. He could hear terrible sounding sniffles and sobs. He hesitantly
knocked on the door.

“[Name], can I come in, love?”

She answered with a very choked up, “Yes.”

Arthur opened the door to see [Name] curled up at the foot of her bed, bawling hysterically. She was definitely upset. Her face was red as she was attempting to wipe most of the tears away. There were so many coming that it didn’t do much good.

As soon as she saw Arthur, she sat upright. She attempted to stifle her whimpering sounds, hoping that he wouldn’t notice.

It was obviously that he did notice.

“What’s wrong, love?” He asked in his usual, caring tone. He sat next to [Name] on her bed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Did someone give you trouble at work.”

[Name] was a fashion designer. Arthur remembered back to the countless times when she would come home in a depressed mood because of coworkers sabotaging her designs or bullying her. She was such a sweet person that she couldn’t help but take things to heart.
Arthur handed [Name] a tissue so that she could gain some composure before explaining.

She wiped most of the tears off her face and blew her nose. “I presented my new design today, and my boss… she yelled at me about how completely awful it was… and in front of everyone, too! Now everyone hates me and all of my designs!”

“It’s okay, love. It doesn’t matter what other people thinks, it just matters about what you think of yourself.” Arthur gently kissed her nose, which brought out her trademark smile. “You should be proud of the work that you do, because you worked so hard on your designs.”

“B-But…” [Name] hopelessly stammered, “How will I ever become a famous fashion designer if no one else likes my work?”

Arthur picked her up, sitting her carefully on his lap. He then hugged her tightly. “It doesn’t matter about those few people at work. Everyone else, including me, loves your designs. Besides, even if you don’t become a famous fashion designer… you still have me, love.”

[Name] sniffled as tears began to pour down her face. This time, however, they were happy tears. She hugged him tightly around the waist.

“I love you, Arthur.”

“I love you too, [Name].”
Okay, so this is for :iconrhinoghost: 's contest. ^^
It's a songfic based off of Melancholy Hill by Gorillaz. I love this song, and I feel that I understand it really well, so I figured why not?
Here's a link to the contest, if you wanna join: [link]

P.S. This is the first hetalia reader insert that I've actually posted, so sorry if they're OC. I didn't mean to, I swear.
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You grimace at the hat, not wanting to put your hand in there. Slowly, you reach in and pull out a...

A Flying Mint Bunny Plush.

You stare at the thing blankly before dropping it back in. "I don't think I want to play." you say, sounding bored. 

"Oh, no," Prussia huffed, "you're going in there if you want to or not. Along with England."

You drag your feet as the Prussian leads you to the closet, glancing at France happily pushing England in before you. "Have fun~!" he sings and you sneer at him as the door slowly closes. You cross your arms and face the man that you loved.

"England." you say sharply, causing him to cringe.

"Hello, l-love." he replies. 

You glare at him, hoping that he would catch fire, "Don't use that name with me."

"(Y/n), I-" he reaches a hand out but you slap him away. 

"And keep you hands away from me!" you shriek, on the verge of tears, "You cheated on me, England. With some band groupie. Some gentleman you are." You feel your knees weaken as tears began to roll off your face. You cover you face with your hands and begin sobbing uncontrollably. "And somebody open this damn door." You shout, voice cracking. 

You feel yourself wrapped in a warm embrace as the door cracks open, allowing a little light into the room. Carefully, England lifts you, holding you like a small child as you sob into his shoulder. He walks through the door and pushes past the crowd as the look on, mourning. He finds a quiet room and sets you on the bed, trying to let go but you won't. Sighing, he moves you around so that he's sitting against the head board and you're sitting on him, hiding your face in his shirt as your tears dry. 

"Here, love." he says quietly, leaning you back slightly as he rubs the tears away with his calloused fingers. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you." he whispers, slowly leaning closer again. You breath sharply as his lips gently connect to yours. You realize you missed him. For some reason, you knew that he wasn't the same man you had loved. No, he was someone you could grow to love and mend your heart.

"I forgive you," you whisper, slumping back against his chest, tired from crying, and falling asleep while he stroked you hair.

Catching up!!
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The Ugly Pink Sweater (England X Reader)

A/N: Sooo yeah, this another England x reader one-shot kind of thing... I just can't help myself he's just so fun to write with!! I mean who wouldn't want to write about his emerald green eyes, his brushy eyebrows, his shaggy blond hair... *daydreams*

Eng: Hey!! Are you daydreaming about me again??

Me: *Snaps back to reality* Whaaat!? N-Nooo... *Swats air* I wasn't doing that at aaall...

Eng: *raises an eyebrow while crossing arms* Oh, yeah sure... just get on with this already...

Me: Ooooh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today... *snickers*

Eng: *blushes* Did not!!

Me: Suuuure... *rolls eyes only to giggle*

Eng: *sighs while shaking head* Bloody Americans...

Me: Yup!! That's me!! *jumps in the air only to cause him to shake his head even more with a small smile*

Aaaanyways, lol XD I hope you'll enjoy this little one-shot reader-insert!! I'll just go annoy England a little bit more *waggles eyebrows* Byes!! *runs off only to stop and run back* Oh!! And please don't be afraid to comment and/or fav!! Thank yous!!


You slowly trudge around the house in just a pair of [f/c] shorts and a white spaghetti strap undershirt, getting ready to settle down for the night. Yet another loud thunder echo around the outside world shaking your shared house making it look like it was shivering in fear. You Annoyingly sigh at the racket as you try to ignore the loud pit pats of the rain as it pounded against the ground and pretty much everything else that was outside. Turning off the kitchen light, you exit that room only to enter into your comfy living room that was dimly lit with a warm fire.  Smiling at the small sight, you slowly set yourself down onto your favorite spot on the couch.

You picked up your book hoping to get lost into its pages when you heard the pounding again. Thinking it was the rain again you simply ignored it snuggling closer to the couch and slouching down into its fabric. Just as you got into your book and feeling all warm and fuzzy you here the knock again this time louder. Snapping back to reality, you scowl at the door realizing someone was trying to get your attention.

You sigh tiredly getting up from your comfy spot on the couch and walked over to your door. You slowly cracked it open hoping it wasn’t any creeper that was just trying to take an advantage of the situation. But all of your cruel thoughts disappeared when upon seeing your best friend, Arthur, standing there in the rain, drenched from head to toe. Not to mention he was shivering to death.

“Oh my god!! Arthur!!” You widened the doorway with shock.

“Hey, [f/n]…lovely weather were having, huh…” He trailed off not looking you in the eye. You quickly rolled your eyes at his puny attempt at small talk only to quickly grab his hand and yanked him inside.

“Idiot!! It’s pouring outside, if you stay out there any longer you’ll end up getting sick,” You huffed while pushing him over to the living room hoping to help him dry off.

“B-But, [f/n]…” He trailed off again only to look at the mess he had left at your doorway in guilt. You smiled at the kind thought only to shake your head at him.

“Don’t worry about the mess,” You smiled. “First off, we need to get you dried off before you catch a cold again…now hand me your coat, please…” He sighed and slowly did as you said with a slight frown. You know he doesn’t like you treating him like this but what else are you going to do?? He was drenching wet and you were not just going to leave him like that!! After all he was your best friend and maybe you had a small crush on him so that didn’t
help your situation.

You quickly have him sit down in front of the fire as you ran off down the hallway with his coat and hung that up in the laundry room hoping it would dry soon. Smiling at the thought, you quickly shiver as a small breeze went around the house. That’s when it hit you. You were still in your pajamas!! And he saw you like this!!

“Oh god,” You slap your forehead in shame. “I probably looked like a fool out there…”

While mentally slapping yourself you quickly run into your room only to rummage through your clothes hoping to find a little more decent attire to wear. You quickly changed into a pair of comfy sweats that wasn’t too tight or too lose for your taste and quickly pulled on your [f/c] long sleeve shirt. Satisfied for the quick change you made your way to the doorway when you saw the familiar yet ugly pink fabric hidden inside your drawer.

Pondering on the thought you quickly tugged it out only to give it a quick look over. It was okay looking if you like rainbows and the color pink. But to you, you absolutely hated its design but you kept it all these years since it was your mother who made it just before she died. In fact, it was on a rainy like this when her car was found in a ditch totaled with her limp body inside. According to the police they told you that it was a hit and run so from then on you absolutely hated going out in the rain unless it was necessary to. So with a small yet sad smile you hugged it and walked out back to where Arthur was. When he came into your view you noticed that he grabbed one of your blankets off from the couch probably hoping to warm up. But even then you saw his body shiver and quiver not able to get enough warmth yet so with a slight frown you walked over to him and sat down next to him.

“Hey, how about you go take a nice warm shower??” You suggest even though you were positive he would turn it down. And of course you were right.

“No, no I’m fine,” He half smiled. “But thanks for the offer, love…”

Your cheeks warmed up at the small nickname he had giving you. Even when he had first met you at school he still had called you that probably out of habit but you still loved hearing that name rolling off his lips just for you.

“A-Are you sure??” You tried to control your beating heart.

“Yeah,” He tightened the blanket around himself a little more. You nodded even though you didn’t like the idea and stared at the fire in thought hearing the thunder roll in the distance. You were about to shift your weight when you felt his shoulder nudge you back to reality. You turned your [e/c] eyes over to him only to find his own emerald eyes glancing at your lap. With eyebrows drawn together you looked down only to find your pink ugly sweater in between your legs. “If you don’t mind me asking, but why do you have that, love??”

“Oh, this??” You picked it up and started to mess with its fabric with a small smile. “It’s just a sweater my mom knitted me as a gift…before she passed away in a car accident…”

“…” You didn’t hear him say anything but your heard his small intake at your small comment. You half smiled at him knowing that this was going to happen. This happened pretty much all the time when your friends or people find this thing in your closet or just laying around your house. So his silence was normal to you. That is until you felt his hand gently lay on top of yours making you bring down the sweater back into your lap. “I’m sorry; I didn’t realize you held it dear to your heart…”

“O-Oh, it’s alright,” You fake smiled hoping to bring the atmosphere back to its normal state but it didn’t work. He saw right through it.

“I beg to differ,” He raised an eyebrow at you. Blushing intently, you quickly look away not wanting him to see how flustered you felt for his words. But that was all forgotten when you actually felt his hand against your skin, it was freezing cold!! Whipping your head back you find him startled as you reached forward and gently pressed the back of your hand against his forehead then his blushing cheek. “[f-f/n]…??” Sighing with relief, you noted that he didn’t have a fever so he must just still be cold.

“Are you still cold??” You asked avoiding the subject you were just talking about before. You don’t want to end up crying in front of him.

“N-No…” He looked away avoiding your gentle gaze. You raised an eyebrow in suspicion only to notice that he was still shivering but not as bad as before so you sighed and leaned back only to stare down at your lap. That’s when a small light bulb appeared above your head.

“You’re lying,” You kept your gaze low, shifting the sweater in your hands. You heard him stiffen up obviously realizing he just had gotten caught red handed.

(Arthur’s POV)

“You’re lying,” I heard your voice. My body quickly stiffened up at the accused statement only to sigh in defeat.

“Yeah, I’m still having trouble warming up but I’ll be fine…” I shrugged it off. “Alright, love??”

“No, it’s not alright!!” Your voice suddenly cracked, shoving the sweater into my face. “I don’t want you to get sick, you stupid brit!!”

“I’m not going to get sick!!” I argued at her dramatic scene also pulling off the pink fabric mess off of my head.

“T-Then…” She trailed off, causing me to bring my gaze back to her small figure. Her head was slumped forward in defeat. I couldn’t help but to feel bad for snapping at her like that. Not to mention she was the girl who stole a part of my heart…no, my whole heart. And just seeing her upset makes me feel horrible.

“H-Hey…” I reached out towards her with eyebrows drawn together in concern. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped—”

“Stop,” She whipped her head up at me. I couldn’t help but to notice how red her cheeks were.

“Is she blushing??” I asked myself. “No, that can’t be it…it’s probably from the heat from the fire…”

“Wha-what??” I leaned back a little taken a back for her sudden actions.

“You don’t have to apologize but…” She trailed off as she started to mess with her sleeves. “You can convince me that you’re fine by using that sweater…”

(Your POV)

“You can use that sweater…” You avoided his gaze with redden cheeks repeating your words from not hearing anything from him.

“W-What??” He finally stuttered. “A-Are you serious?? But isn’t this something special to you??”

“Y-Yes, I’m serious!!” You yelled at him only to slap your hand over your mouth realizing you snapped again. “S-Sorry…” You mumbled only to sigh. “I’m just concerned for your sake…after all you are my best friend…”

“…” He didn’t respond again. So you sighed again and continued.

“A-And yeah it’s something special to me but…” You hesitated with a small blush. Are you seriously going to say your feelings?? “Y-You’re something special to me to… And I think I’ve fallen for you…”

Suddenly you heard the familiar sound of shuffling fabric. At this noise you looked in his direction only to find him pulling it over his head and then started to adjust it around his arms since it was a little long even for him. He caught your wide gaze and smiled sweetly while ruffling his hair a bit getting it back to its normal messy state. Your eyes don’t even shrink when he says the best thing you’ve heard all night.

“T-Then I guess that makes two of us…” He rubs the back of his neck while he flicks his gaze around with cherry red cheeks out of embarrassment. You couldn’t believe your ears or eyes. He just admitted his feelings to you just as you did seconds ago. So with happy teary eyes you tackle him with a hug and a giggle causing the both of you to lie on the ground in a tangle mess in a bundle blankets. At first, you felt his body tense up after all he wasn’t too good with this kind of stuff but then his arms relaxed only to return your hug with warmth as he whispers something to you. “You have definitely stolen my heart, love…”

------ (Small Time Skip) ------

By now the rain has ceased but neither of you had noticed in fact the both of you didn’t want to move since it was nice and warm where you were laying. That is until you spoken up.

“You know,” You leaned your head onto his chest smelling his cologne even though it was faint through the sweater. “This sweater makes you look pretty good looking…pink suits you…”

“Whatever you say, love,” He felt his chest move up and down as he chuckled wrapping his arms around you a little tighter.
Another England X Reader-chan one-shot!! Whooo!! lol :iconlawooplz: Anyways, I hope you have enjoyed this small and short story!! Cause i had fun writing it!! >w< Sooo I thank you for your time!! ^w^

Please don't be afraid to comment and/or fav!! I don't bite!! :3 Maybe... XD

*Disclaimer* I do not own Hetalia (sadly) and the picture. All credit goes to its origianl and rightful owners!! 
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Classical music filled the quiet living room, annoying you a great deal. Sure classical music was great and all but, it wasn't alternative rock. In fact any sort of rock would be better. Hey you were even all for metal. But no, of course Arthur had to pick a more 'refined' music taste. You needed music to jam to while washing the dishes not something that'd help you fall asleep!

"What's this?" You shouted, walking to the living room where Arthur was kneeling down in front of the stereo, swaying his head to the music.

"Music," Arthur said getting up.

"We're cleaning, not having some romantic date. We need something to jam to, something to get us moving!" You exclaimed. "You have to have something better than this! Didn't you go through some sort of punk stage?"

"Don't mention that," Arthur growled. "I don't want to hear it. That kind of genre shouldn't be considered as music."

This shocked you a lot, since you were a big time music lover. "Hey! Come on, punk isn't that bad!" Arthur wouldn't budge. "Okay how about alternative rock then?"

"No," Arthur argued. "Classical is just fine. Plus most alternative bands are American."

"Are you so sure about that?" You asked before running off into your bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Arthur called out.

You quickly gathered a bunch of CDs, vinyl and a large t-shirt before running back into the living room. You carefully placed down the stuff and chucked the shirt on Arthur before he could react. The word MUSE was printed on the shirt in big bold letters.

"Muse," you began, "an all British band."

"Isn't the drummer from America?" Arthur asked, shrugging off the shirt and placing it on the couch.

"No, he isn't. They were all born and raised in Teingmouth," you answered. "Also you're taking me there one day. Anyway, Muse, greatest band of all time. Deals with a great range of genres, like alternative, space rock, rock opera and classical."

"I am not changing my mind about the music," Arthur interrupted bluntly. "I'm sorry but you're going to have to put up with it, love."

With a growl of irritation you went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

~ The Next Day ~

You opened Arthur's wardrobe with a devilish grin plastered on your face. You had a plan, a very wicked plan. The clothes were organized neatly, jackets and pants, shirts and ties. You began to rip every single one from their hanger and throw them in the bag. After a couple of minutes you placed in the wardrobe a pair of plaid patterned pants, a white shirts with giant rips in it and a tie with the Union Jack on it.

Your plan was to make Arthur wear punk like clothes until he admitted to listen to rock. This might take a while, but you would hold every single pair of clothes hostage until he agreed to. So in your mind this was the perfect, fool-proof plan.

As you were hanging the tie up you found a chest at the bottom of the wardrobe. It was old and dusty but it had fresh finger prints on it. ‘Maybe this is Arthur’s secret porn stash,’ you thought. ‘Nah, the closest thing Arthur would have to porn would be some sort of suggestive tea poster or something like that. The question is though, should I open it?’ You were hesitant but also burning with curiosity. In the end curiosity won out.

You hauled the chest out of the wardrobe. Your fingers loomed hesitantly over the lid until finally you lifted it up. A gasp escaped your lips. Let’s just say you weren’t expecting what was inside.

CDs were stacked in one corner, all of them being from some sort of rock band, most of them were punk. T-shirts, band merch and posters were put to the other side. And at the bottom of the chest was something that made you squeal. A signed poster of Muse was comfortably sitting at the bottom. The word ‘cheers’ and Matthew Bellamy, Chris Wolstenholme and Dominic Howard’s signatures were scribbled on the corner of the poster.

“That little bastard,” you swore before hearing Arthur’s car arriving in the drive way.

Quickly and carefully, you grabbed the Muse poster and shut the chest. The car door slammed as you hauled the chest back into the wardrobe. By the time Arthur had opened the door you had hid the poster in your underwear drawer and was now sitting on the floor reading a book.

“Well that was a blood waste of time,” you heard Arthur sigh. “Maybe I should listen to some-“ Arthur had rounded the corner and spotted you. You pretended to be immensely interested in the book you were reading. “Oh, (name) you’re home.”

“Hmm?” You looked up from the book. “Oh hey Arthur. What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Arthur sighed. “I suggest you get ready unless you plan to go in that.” Arthur eyed your sweat pants and (favorite superhero) shirt.

“Yeah, yeah, I will,” you brushed him off. “As soon as I finish this chapter.”

~ Half an Hour Later ~

You had changed into your favorite pair of jeans and a (f/c) sweater. All you were waiting for now was Arthur to come bursting out of his room. You had quickly snatched his only other pair of clothes when he had taken a shower. You had made sure to keep your eyes down and be quiet. You weren’t so keen on seeing Arthur naked just yet. The door from the end of the hallway slammed open. Arthur could be heard storming down the hall.

You looked up and tried your best not to, well you weren’t sure what you were going to do, but you knew it wasn’t going to be good. One thing that you were sure of though was that Arthur look damn sexy dressed in punk clothing. The pants fit around his legs perfectly, not too big or small. The ripped shirt showed off parts of his well-toned chest and stomach. He held the tie in front of him with an angry look on his face.

“Where the bloody hell are my clothes?” Arthur asked, his eyebrow twitching.

“You know Arthur, you look good dressed like that,” you avoided his question.

“(Name), I would like my clothes back,” Arthur ordered sternly.

“Why? You look hot in that,” you complimented. “It suits you.”

“I-I er, what?” Arthur blushed. He shook his head and looked back at you. “(Name), my clothes now. . . Please.”

“For God’s sake Arthur, would you just embrace your rock side already?” You half shouted. “I know all about your little secret so just drop the act.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Arthur responded with dead certainty.

“I’m talking about this!” You pulled the Muse poster from behind your back. “I know you like rock, Arthur. I found your chest. It was filled with the stuff! Sure it might’ve had been a bit dusty, but it had fresh finger prints on it. So don’t go telling me a loud of shit just to cover it up.”

Arthur snatched the poster from you. He looked like he was going to tear it in two. Instead, he handed it back to you with a sigh. “I wanted to give this as a present to you when I was-“ Arthur said before he stopped to tie the tie. It loosely hung around his neck, completing the outfit. “When I was brave enough to tell you that I have feelings for you.” Arthur was now a shade of red.

You could feel yourself blushing to. You had always had a crush on Arthur but you had pushed it down so no one, not even yourself, would know about it. You knew that the two of you were never going to be a thing. The two of you were just housemates you could rely on each other when they couldn’t make enough money to pay the rent.

“Me too,” you blurted out before you could realize what you had just said.

A wave of warmth washed over Arthur. He smiled before taking you in his arms, your head crushing into his chest. His heartbeat was almost as fast as a drumroll. You hugged back, relaxing into him.

“So can I have my clothes back, love?” Arthur asked, ruining the mood.

“How about I wear something punkish too and we’ll say we dared each other to dress like that,” you suggested. “You look to sexy dressed like that and I’m not going to let you change until after the party.”

You felt Arthur sigh. “Fine.”

You looked up to see Arthur staring down at you. His green orbs were now gazing into your (e/c) ones. You quickly pecked him on the lips, which strongly tasted like tea, before running to your room to get changed. Arthur was left behind, bemused and blushing, happy that he had finally gotten to admit his feelings to the beautiful girl of his dreams.
It's my first time doing an Englandxreader so I apologize if he's a little OCC. Anyway, I loved writing this, because I love rock, any type of rock. And I always love reading fanfics about England and his punk days, so I thought why not give it a shot? I hope you guys enjoy it! Bunny Girl Emoji-55 (Wink) [V3] 
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He has always intrigued me.

Ever since the first encounter, I've spent hours with him, trying to figure him out.

I have been called a child prodigy by some. Music, math, arts, writing; you name it, I've attempted it.

And not just in school. Fencing, tennis, judo, soccer, dance, javelin, archery, track, theater; I've done them all and not only triumphed, but excelled, putting in 110%.

The point is, I'm rather smart.

I've always been pretty good at reading people just by watching how they talk, interact,dress, their body movements, facial expressions; the world is a giant library, each person a book for me to peruse at my leisure.

But not him.

He is the one person, the single novel that rests on a high self, too far up for me to grab, even with the assistance of chairs and ladders. heck, I can't even see the damn bindings of this mysterious piece of literature. He sits up there, taunting and teasing me,laughing at my foolish attempts to get my hands on him.  

And I hate it.

It eats away at me. Slowly, it pokes fun at my brain, at my failures to decipher the unknown.


I don't hate him.

N-n-not that I like him or anything. I mean, that's utterly ridiculous. we're just friends. He's like a brother to me! I like him like a brot-

Oh who am I kidding.

I love him.

No scratch that. I'm IN love with him.

And it's driving me crazy.
Sorry about not posting anything for the last few days! I've been studying nonstop and really haven't had time to write. I ended up writing this after a test in chemistry on Friday, and I wanted to post something to make this guilt of not having the next England x Reader chapter up.

This Romano story is much happier than the last one I wrote. No one is dead, Romano's not weeping on your grave; definitely more upbeat.

I don't know about this one. If you people like this enough, I'll continue it on. One, maybe two more chapters(depends on if i'm feeling generous).

Hetalia belongs to that one really awesome japanese guy.

You belong to that communist guy.

The story belongs to that one ginger weirdo.

Part 2- [link]
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"Hey, idiota!"

Well speak of the devil.

"What do you want, Lovino?" I grumbled, standing up from my perch on the school's water fountain. I wasn't in the best mood, and talking to someone wasn't going to help. Especially not the person who was causing my moody attitude.

He stared at me. "Geez, who took a shit in your cornflakes this morning?" He had been expecting a witty greeting, not some bitchy comment. I wasn't usually this grumpy.

"None of your fucking business. Get lost."

I was really out of character.

"Whoa whoa, calm down principessa! All I-a did was say hello, don't-a bite my fucking head off!" He held his hands up in defense, probably afraid that I'd actually do it. "What's wrong? You've been acting-a like this for awhile now, did something happen?"

I turned away. "It's none of your damn business. I don't have to be happy-go-lucky all the fucking time. Who do you think I am, Feliciano?"

He grabbed my shoulders, keeping me from sitting back down. I tried shrugging them off, but they held me firmly in place. When did he get so strong? I used to be able to out-muscle him. He must have been working out. I wonder what his arms and chest look like from all tha-

"Hey, stop-a spacing out! I asked you a damn question, so answer me!"

I sighed inwardly. He's so fucking stubborn, I knew he wasn't about to let this go, and from experience, he was sure to keep pestering me about it until I caved.

"It's not like you can help Lovino. No one can. It's just something I have to deal with myself."

Releasing my shoulders, he sat down on the rim of the fountain. I slumped down beside him.

"You don't know that. At least tell me, don't just sit here and bitch about it to yourself."

Would it hurt to tell him? Not that I couldn't stop thinking about him, but just that I was in love.

I buried my face in my hands, trying to cover up the red spreading across my cheeks. Then I said it.


I repeated myself, a little louder this time.

He pulled my head up "Hey stupid, I can't fucking understand you when-a you burry your face like that. now what the hell had you been mumbling?"

"I said I think I'm in love!"
So I had finally managed to write a nicely worded, decent sized chapter for this story as well as my England x Reader story.

Then my brother decided to be funny and stole the battery from my laptop, causing me to loose them.

So after much cursing, shouting in french, and trying not to cry, I sat down, listened to the Beatles, and came up with this. Sorry it sucks, I was actually happy with the original draft, but thanks to an annoying little 8th grader, no one will every get to see it.

Fuck you Chris. Fuck you.

Romano, Italy, and Hetalia belong to :iconhimaruyaplz:

This crap belongs to :icongingeralchemist:

You belong to Mother Russia, da?

Please tell me what you guys think. If you guys don't like it, I might end up re-writing it, or just scrapping it all together.

Sorry, I'm just in a really really bad mood.

Part 1- [link]

Part 3-[link]
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I turned away from him, waiting for the teasing and laughing to start.

But they never did. Instead, he just stared. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, I cleared my throat.

"So there. Now you know." My voice was hushed, as if I had just told him someone had died.

"Ragazza," He leaned over and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "______, that's noting to be ashamed of. I'll-a let you in on a little secret." Suddenly I was lifted off the fountain and settled onto his lap. "I'm-a in love too."

I could feel the blood rushing to my face. Oh, how good it felt sitting there. I could feel his chest pressed against my back, his hands on my hips, his lips tickling my ear.

"L-lovino? What are you d-doing?" My heart was racing. This was a side of him that I had never seen. I could feel the arrogant smirk against my cheek.

Twisting me around to face him, he whispered, "Something I should have done a long time ago."

And then our lips connected.

My bookbag fell out of my hand and spilled onto the concrete, but I didn't care.

Some guys started wolf-whistling, but I didn't care.

A heavily accented american voice shouted out "GET SOME!", but I didn't care.

I did care, however, when suddenly we were submerged in water.

We broke apart gasping for air and soaked to the bone. Looks like our kiss had gotten a little too heated, causing us to topple backwards into the fountain. We looked at each other, then burst into laughter. To be honest, I don't even know what the hell had brought on the giggling, but we were having a hard time stopping.

Lovino stood up, and offered me a hand. "Come on idiota, we should get out of these clothes before you-a get sick." I took it, and he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Ti amo, ______. And-a don't you forget it."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Come on!"




"Please Lovi~?"

"No means no! And don't fucking call me that!"

It had been almost 3 years since the two of us had kissed, sitting on the water fountain. 3 years of pure Italian love.

Well, almost.

See there's this thing, about Italians being the world's best lovers, but I wanted to know if that was really true. Unfortunately, I couldn't judge, seeing as the most intimate we had ever gotten was making out. Not that I didn't like our make out sessions, but a girl has needs.

A while back, I had been hanging out with my friend Isabella, when the subject of sex had come up.

"So you haven't done it yet?" I shook my head. "Do you not want to or something?"

"Bella, you know I want to, but I have no idea how to even bring it up! Besides, I'm pretty sure Lovino thinks I'm innocent about stuff like that." I sighed and went back to eating my way through the chocolate fondue she had brought over.

We sat there in silence until she suddenly straightened up and grinned. "I know that look. You're planning something, aren't you?"

"Well it's not something I'm going to do, but something you're going to ask." I leaned in as she told me something about Lovino's hair.

So that's how I ended up pestering my boyfriend non-stop. 'She must have been right, if he's this opposed to even tell me why I can't touch the curl.'

"Please Lovino? I'm not going to touch it as long as you tell me why!" I had been at this for hours. He couldn't last much longer, me whining at him like this. It actually surprised me how long he had managed to hold out.

"Please, for me?"


"Why not?"

"Fine! I-It's because I won't be able to control myself."

Finally. I put on an innocent face. "What do you mean?"

He swallowed nervously. "If- If you pulled it, I know you'd end up regretting it. You'd-a probably hate me." He blushed and looked away.

"Tsk tsk, Lovino. I thought you knew me better." I wrapped my left arm around his neck. Standing on tiptoe, I nibbled on his ear, and pulled the forbidden curl.
I fucking jinxed myself. I'm sick again, except worse than before.

That's just fucking great.

So, ya.

This chapter failed. It failed so hard. Remember when I said this would only be, like two parts?

Yeah, I lied. It's starting to take on a life of its own.

Sorry if it's not what you were expecting, I had originally intended to end it with the kiss, but whatever.

And sorry if this makes no sense whatsoever. I'm trying not to punch someone from the pain my throat's in. I can barely breath. And my body aches all over. even typing hurts.

Part 1-[link]
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"Ve~ fratello, stop being so mean!" You were currently sitting in Ludwig's living room with the Axis Powers…and Lovino. You were supposed to be making pasta with Feli for dinner tonight, but Ludwig had other plans. Though, you didn't know what that plan was.

Secretly, this was all just a hoax. Yep, Feli and Ludwig teamed up to get you and Lovino together. Why? Because, everybody is tired of you two being so ugh and they figured that you two liked each other. This, by the way, was actually a very true assumption, obviously.

"I'll be mean if I wanna…don't tell me what to do, you idiota." Glaring at the Italian, you jumped up from your spot on the sofa. "[Name], where are you going?" You glanced back and saw Ludwig with his arms crossed.

"Away from you people…" You subconsciously looked at Lovino with a light blush on your cheeks. Sure, you liked him and all, but there was no way you would tell anyone. Like, ever.

Soon, you heard Ludwig make a noise that shouldn't be let out casually. Of course, you know he did it only from annoyance, but still – he needs to watch how he…pronounces things. Someone could get the wrong idea, yeah? Okay, anyway…

Just as you were about to leave, you realised you forgot your jacket. Growling at the stupid fact you won't leave without it, you turned around and ran into Lovino, himself. Both of you just stared at each other for a few moments, and then turned away bitterly with apparent blushes painted on your cheeks.

As if on a silent cue of perfectness, you felt your body be pushed forwards. Lacking the want to pay attention, you dismissed the detail that Lovino was being pushed, as well. Sooner or later, you ended up actually kissing him! Yeah, that's right…full blown kissing.

You both were clearly in shock, but neither of you moved away from this 'uncomfortable' situation. You know you both honestly would never admit this, but this wasn't so bad. After a while, you two split from one another. Presumably to get air back into your lungs, right? Nope.

There behind Lovino, you saw Feli smiling like a derp. Behind you, Lovino saw Ludwig, who muttered the word 'finally' and had the expression of relief. They just tricked you both into kissing, technically. Well, let's just say you two had the best time yelling at them.

…but you guys awkwardly thanked them later on because you both mutually agreed to go out afterwards…but, a few hours later, you found out that Kiku wrote a doujinshi about you and Lovino.

And he didn't get it taken away or anything, he just made copies and gave them to some of the others who wanted them to embarrass you both.
Neeh, enjoy my lovely sister ~

:iconthat-crazy-fangirl: I WROTE THIS WHEN I SHOULD HAVE BEEN SLEEPING. be happy :I

this is shit. I am so ashamed of this fuckery. ;A;

let me go crai about it in my emo corner

*has a walk of shame over to the emo corner, sulks, and cries*
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Father!RomanoXChild!Reader~Help Me...Part 1
****3 years old****
~Your POV~

A single scream echoed through the streets that night,it was 8 pm, and you were running as fast as you could. You were running from your home,the reason, you were abused.

Your father constantly hit you and your mother did nothing. You felt tears falling down your face as you ran. You needed to find somewhere to hide or someone to help you,you could hear your father yelling behind you.

You looked back and saw he was catching up. You screamed and ran to the nearest house. You began banging on it screaming for help,you began crying harder.You scratched at the door in vain screaming at the top of your lungs.

"Help me!",you cried. "What the hell do you want?",asked a man throwing open the door. "Help me!",you cried and clung to his leg. "What the-",he was cut off by your father. "Give me my kid back right now!",he yelled. "Wh-what?",he asked looking down at you and saw your bruised arms.

"Don't let him take me!",you cried. "Shut up!",yelled your father. "No,you hurt her,now leave.",said the man. "Not till you give my kid back!",said your father reaching for you. "NO!",you screamed and ran into the house.

You ran through the house and found a couch. You hid behind it shivering.You could here yelling and the door slamming. Then heared footsteps walking around the house.

"Ugh, child,where did you go?",he grumbled. "Ve,brother,who vas it at ve door?",asked another voice. "Feliciano,shut up for five minutes,I am trying to find the little girl,she was screaming cause her dad beat her,then ran into the house and I made him regret hurting her. Now help me find her!",snapped the man.

"Ve,sorry brother I vill help!",cried the other boy. "Good,now don't scare her,she is terrified already.",said the other man who had helped you. "Ve okay!",he cried.

You sat their shivering,eyes wide in terror, why were they looking for you? Did that man save you so he could beat you too? Or was he planning to do worse?

Suddenly, the man who had helped you stepped out from the other side of the couch and smiled at you. You curled up into the fetal position,scared of him,but got a closer look at him. He had kind light brown eyes,dark brown hair wth a curl on the right side of his head,he wore a tan uniform with a maroon top and navy blue tie.

"Hey its okay,I wont hurt you.You can come out.",he said offering his hand. "O-okay...",you whimpered and took his hand. "Feliciano I found her!",yelled the man picking you up and holding you. "Ve! I can meet her!",cried the boy called Feliciano and he dashed into the room."Ve,brother Romano! She is so cute!Ve, I feel so bad that she was hurt!",cried Feliciano.

You blinked and rested your head on Romano's shoulder,you felt safe in his arms,like nobody could touch you,let alone hurt you. You gazed at Feliciano, he had lighter brown hair that had a curl on the left side of his head and he had golden eyes and it seemed he always smiled.

"Me too....well,what are we going to do?She needs a home.",Romano said. "Ve,a foster home?",asked Feliciano. "No! No!No! I don't wanna get hurt more!Daddy used to say that they were way worse!",you cried clinging to Romano's shirt and you started crying. "Alright,shush, it's okay. It was only a suggestion.And what is your name?",said Romano.

"O-okay....and it is ______",you whimpered. "Wait!Ve,what if she lived with us?",cried Feliciano interrupting Romano's response. "That sounds fine and that is a beautiful name",said Romano,Feliciano nodding at the comment. "Thank you!",you said smiling."Alright, Feliciano,but what about the meetings?",asked Romano. "Uhhhh we can find a sitter...",said Feliciano. "Alright,your job.",said the italian before walking upstairs with you.

"I am tired...",you said. "I know,you can sleep in my room.",said Romano taking you to his room. "Thank you....",you murmmured sleepily. "Your welcome.",he said.

He put you in bed and smiled at you. He kissed your forehead and began walking toward the door only to get stopped by you.

"Romano,can you sleep with me? I dont like to be alone,it reminds me of before I came here!",you cried and he turned around smiling. "S-sure...",he said blushing in embarrasment.

Romano climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you. You let out a sigh and closed your eyes.

"Night Papa....",you said and then sleep engulfed you.
Doing 2 at a time now,but I most likely will finish the Father!Russia X Child!Reader first....this was just something that popped into my mind yep,I tried to make it sweet.
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A/N: Hello! You are reading the first chapter of my Mafia!Romano x Witty!Reader series; Secrets! Unfortunately, I have a lot of requests and rewriting to do, so the second part will be a long time from now...Please wait by reading my other series to kill off time! I will update this when I write the next chapter~! Hope you enjoy!


You brushed pass the crowd of people, trying desperately to get away from the man.

What did he want from you??

You were just getting some coffee nearby, and then poof, he just pops out of nowhere and asks for you to come with him, scaring you half to death.

You looked behind you for a moment and saw that he was gaining on you. You ran 10 times faster than ever in your life and saw the exit of the mall. You smiled in relief. Just one more push and then--



Chapter 1: Captured


~~__Time skip brought to you by :iconwendymarvel1010:, my sempai, and is probably reading this! I said this once and I'll say it again: SEMPAI LOOVEESSS ROMANOOOO//shot__~~

You woke up in a room full of white, and curtains as red as blood. You got adjusted to the light, and then you fully opened them, getting used to your surroundings. You were in a white bed, with snow white walls and a large window to the right. One door was beside the window, the other was on the left wall. There was a drawer and a mirror next to the door on the left.

Then the left door opened, revealing a man with reddish-brownish hair and  a strange curl on the right. He has a tray of food, it looked like pasta(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA) and a cup of tea.

" Ah, you're awake~ Perfecto~" He said with his brown eyes gleaming. You blinked in confusion, then fear spread all over your body.

" W-Who are you? Where am I? What is this, a dream? Why am I here? Of all people, me? Why???" You started breathing heavily. The man set the tray on the table next to the mirror and came to you, pulling up a nearby stool.

" C-Calm down, bella, I'll explain all of this later, for now, just eat."

" But I just had lunch..."

" You were asleep for 4 days." Your eyes widened. 4 days???

" R-really?? W-why didn't you wake me up??"

" You weren't moving at all, just snoring." He said. You looked down. Okay, you were very cautious about your actions, but you were a hevy sleeper.

" ...What time is it?"

" [Adventure time] About 8 in the morning...." He answered, looking at his watch.

" My name is Feliciano, Feliciano Vargas. But call me Feli, if you like." He said as he stood up. You nodded as he handed the tray over to you.

" Anyways, come out when you're done eating, and come downstairs, we will explain everything." He smiled and left the MYSTERIOUS room. You looked at the tray of food one more time, thinking it was poisoned. I mean, he could be an actor...But he was so nice!!! Your stomach growled loudly, making you want to eat the food badly. You decided to just yolo, and ate the food.


~~__Time skip brought to you by :iconamyluv3: who is probably reading this too! SHE LOVES ROMANO TOOOOOOOO//shot__~~

You finished your breakfast and stood up, wobbling a bit. You took a step forward, almost falling, but catching yourself. After a couple of steps, you reached the door and held the doorknob. You gulped and turned the doorknob, opening it with all of your strength and letting cool air hit your face.

Surprisingly, the hallway wasn't white. ((ha ha those BITCHES)) You walked down the hallway, and down the stairs, looking at the marble floor.

" Ciao _____!" Feliciano greeted you at the end of the stairs. He almost scared the crap out of you!!! You nodded, smiling nervously. He smiled back.

" C'mon, I'll show you where mio fratello's office is." He said as he lead to into a hallway. You gulped.

Who exactly is it?

Requested by :iconsavanime19:

Ermagurddddddddd cliffhanger!!!

I really don't know why you got captured though//shot

I LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEAS WHY YOU GOT CAPTURED!!! But like Luffy said," We'll figure something out somehow." Or was it different? I don't know, but he said something like that.

Picture is not mine, hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya, your vital regions belong to :iconsexyprussiaplz://shot
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You stared at your reflection in the mirror, with a worried expression across your face. You were not looking forward to this one bit. A black dress that cuts off just above you knees, with long lace sleeves, fitted you like a silk glove, showing off your curves. You decided to where your hair down, to frame your face. Biting your nails to calm your nerves, there was a small knock at the door. You picked up your violin case and made your way to the front door. behind the door was Tommy with the biggest smile on his face. "ready, sweet-cheeks?" you gave a small smile and nod before getting into the car.

Tommy parked the car a few streets away from the bar. You could feel your hands shake from nerves, you took a deep breath in and out. "Don't worry, you'll be fine."
"but, what if-" Tommy cut you off before you could finish. "Once we've done the performance, we will leave as soon as possible. Don't. Worry."
"You promise?"
"I promise"

The bar was down a damp, dark street. You felt like you were being strangled by the shadows as you walked. Once you was inside, you stayed close to Tommy and avoided any eye contact with anyone. The bar had very dim lighting and a small band was on stage playing Italia music. In a way, the music helped to make the atmosphere more crammed. the place was filled with man that wore dark colored suit. It wasn't loud, but you could still hear the small whispers around the room. the air was thick and  had the smell of alcohol and smoke from cigars.

Soon it was time for Your performance and Tommy was already sitting at the piano at the side of the stage. You had your violin in your hand when you stepped on the small stage. Once you were in view, whistles could be heard from all over the room. You lifted your violin to your shoulder and you and Tommy started to play. As you looked across the dark room all eyes where glued on you, but there was one set of eyes that stood out from all the rest. The hazel eyes glowed like a black panther hunting it's prey, and his prey was you. His stare sent chills down your spine as you played.

Once you had finished everyone in the room applause, and you left the small sage. You placed your violin in it's case and put on your cream coat on. "You did it!" Tommy squealed. "Can we go now?" you asked with a worry in your eyes. "Can't we stay for one drink?"
"but you promised-"
"okay, okay we'er going" Soon you and Tommy left the bar, but just as you were outside Tommy froze. "wait, I forgot something. I'll be right back, wait here." Before you could protest he walked back into the bar.

You waited there patiently outside the bar. the wind dance through the street with an icy touch. You hummed softly to yourself but stopped when something in the corner of your eye moved. As you looked across the street, you saw a man dressed in a smart black suit, with his left shoulder leaning against the damp wall. He brought the cigarette in his hand to his mouth. He hand dark brown hair, but a single curl stuck out to the side. His eye lids opened reviling his hazel eyes. As soon as you made eye contact, a smirk formed on his lips and sent you a wink. Blood raced to your cheeks and another chill run down your spine. It was the same guy from before.

"ready?" Tommy came back out of the bar with his car keys in his hand. "ready." You both walked down the street to the car. You glanced over your shoulder and saw the same man watching your every move. "see, it wasn't that bad." Tommy said while giving you a smell nudge with his elbow. A sigh left our lips as you got into the car. "whatever, just take me home please."          


Sorry if there is any spelling/grammar mistakes!! if there is any, could you let me know please, so i could change it. Thank you!! 

Part two:     you are here
Part three:  coming soon!!

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A heavy sigh left your lips as you collapse onto your couch, from a long and hard day at work. You were a waitress in a small cafe down town. Not only they were shots on staff today, but it was packed out all day, which meant you got home a lot later then usual. You stared up at the dry ceiling of your apartment when your phone started to ring. Stretching your arm out to grab your phone, the letters 'Tommy' flashed on the screen.

Tommy was your very childish and over excited best friend. You had been best friends with him since school and have never fallen out. He was like a big brother to you, or more like a big sister from the way he would act. He was only two years older than you, but acted like he should still be in school. He's very tall that he would always rest his arm on your head, just to annoy you. he had short, strawberry blonde hair and lime green eyes and his cheeks was always covered with cute freckles. You both had a lot in common, but one of those things was music. You have been playing the violin ever since you was very young, and Tommy has been playing the piano since he started school and You both were very talented. You both would write your own songs and perform all over the city.

"hey, sweet-cheeks" you giggled at his small comment, he could never failed to make you laugh."is it alright if I pop round for a bit, I've got grate news!" you could hear him squealing non stop. "off course you can, see you bit then?"
"YAY!! see ya in a min, byeee" once you ended the call, you decided to make your self hot drink to warm yourself up.

once you had your first sip of your hot cup of tea, there was a dock at the door. You dashed to the door, letting your best friend in. Once Tommy stepped one foot into your apartment, he put you in a bear hug."You would not believe it!" Tommy squealed in your ear. He soon let you go and skipped in to your kitchen and took a seat. You soon followed him and asked "So whats all the fuss about?" Tommy was so excited he could not seat still."well, I met this guy today. Which I have to say was gorgeous!" He was waving his hand all over the place as he talked. You just rolled your eyes at him. "I'm mean it! he was to. Die. For!! such a shame he-"
"you was saying..."
"oh yeah, sorry. Well anyway, long story short I got us a gig on Friday. AND! there gonna pay us BIG money!" your eyes lit up."wow! where is it?" Tommy suddenly became quiet and nerves. "oh yes...about that..."
"it's at...'The Lone Star'..." you all most choked on your tea when those words left his mouth. Once you court your berth beck and was able to talk, you stared at Tommy in complete shock.
"WHAT? No way! we will be killed! Do you even know how goes to that bar?"
"oh shh, we will be fine. Once we performed we will leave straight away. No need to worry"
"People from the mafia will be there!"
"yes I know, but they are gonna pay us loads of money!And I'v kinda already...said...that we it" Tommy started to slowly move away from you, as you sent him a death glare. "fine. you owe be BIG time!"
"yes!!" Tommy jumped up and put you in another bear hug before dashing out the door, while saying "see ya Friday, i'll pick you up at 8 pm sharp. see ya sweet-cheeks"

All you could do now was roll your eyes and hope for the best.            
If there is someone reading this i just wanted to say, this is my first EVER story, i'm so sorry if it's bad :s
but i do hop you liked it :D 

If there is any mistakes (which there most probably are) would you please point it out, so i can improve. Thank you!! :tighthug: 

Part one: you are here

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Di Mafia e Matrimonio


Capitolo II


"You will marry the Vargas heir, Lovino Vargas." He said. Quiet gasps were heard as your eyes nearly bulged out of your sockets."And so The unification of the contract will be official once the wedding is held."

All the men started talking simultaneously before your father lifted his hand once again to quiet them down.

"...What?" You squeaked in disbelief once the noise died down.

This was not good.

not good at all.


Your father sighed, stabilizing himself before continuing his explanation. He looked at you."You will represent our family and unify our families to become a one corporation-"

"NO!" You yelled out, your voice echoing throughout the silent mansion, shocking everyone from your outburst.

"W-what?" Your father gaped, half shocked, half angrily, but mostly out of surprise.

"I AM NOT MARRYING ANYONE!" You yelled out, your hands forming tight fists, your knuckles turning white from all the pressure and your face turning red from frustration and newly forming the corners of your eyes.

"___-" your father tried to reason.

You furrowed your eyebrows, an upset and cloudy look overcoming your face. "Pa... do you not love me? are you seriously going to arrange marriage for me? with a stranger? with the enemy?" You said venomously before looking at him at the eye and bursting out. "I don't want this!" you cried without letting him answer. "I... wanted to find a nice guy, fall in love, then... marry." you explained aloud,tears falling down your face, making you look truly disgraceful.

Regretting ever raising your voice, but you couldn't stop.

"___, I-" Your father recovered from your outburst before looking away from you. "Its for the best." he said quietly. everyone nodded, alongside him, agreeing. "Believe me, i don't want this for you." He said looking at you with a pained expression. You quickly looked towards your mother, her face full of regret. "I don't want to sacrifice you, hell, i do not want to involve you in this but its either this or we will lose more men... I don't want either of that." Your father spoke again, as softly and sternly as he could, trying to reason.

He seriously did not want to give his only beloved daughter to bastards like them.

Yet, he had to put a stop to all the men who were dying in this intense family battle, which was business.

"Yet you are still doing it, are you?" You mumbled, trying to stop with all the fighting. your voice hurting. you had been rude. Very rude, and loud.

"Stop being selfish." He said, fed up with your attitude, as he heard you, personally, if everyone wasn't around, he’d teach you how to hold your tongue, but because you were his beloved daughter.. . "Men are dying!"He yelled.

And it was true.

"Selfish?! Me?!" You reproached back before raising your voice, knowing this would only sink you deeper in trouble. "You're doing this for business,don't lie! I am not that dense in this business-"

Which was also... particularly true.

"____. Enough</b>!" You mother yelled out, startling everyone. "Do not disrespect your father like that! He's your father. His commands are FINAL."he boomed at you. You wiped your tears and snotty nose.

"...I-I am sorry..." You said quietly in a small voice, scolding yourself for going overboard. yet, you wanted to give your point across.

You wanted to just run away that moment.


Great idea.

"Thank you." Your mother sighed. "you may continue, Dear." she said motioning your father.

"Thank you, schnookooms." Your father smiled at his wife, him being distracted for a second, you sneaked out to the left. "Well, now that that is settled, I wanted to congratulate our brother Matthew-" he said, before noticing you we're not there. "___?" He walked faster.

"There she goes!" Someone cried, giving you the cue to run hell outta there.

"Milady!" Michelle, your maid cried,running after you.

You father frowned at his men before spitting. "Well, Don't just stand there...!-" His men starting to run after you. your bodyguards in between them.

"Wait!" Your mother cried, freezing everyone. Your father her with a frown. "Let her go, she might calm down and come to her senses,i dont think 200 men following her will make her feel any better." Your mother reason, even if she was the one who scolded you, she still loved you. "I think some alone time will be alright."

Your father sighed. "Honey, But-"

"She's a big girl now, a young woman, she can take care of herself, can't she?" You mother smiled warmly. "and if she can't, we didn't raise her well." She said, crossing her arms against her chest. "Do not worry, she'll come to her senses, she knows its the best for the family."

"Family always comes first, anyways." Your mother smirked, making your father sigh in defeat.


"Milady! Milady, please come back!" Michelle, Chelles, cried in anguish as she ran behind you.

"No!" you yelled as you continued running towards the gate.

"You have to marry Signore Lovino, it's for the best!"

"Shut up!" You cried, running as fast as you could in your dress and high heels. "I won't be marrying to that bastard Lovino!" You spat out. "Marrying into the enemy is absolutely ABSURD!"

"Milady-" Your maid tried to reason.

"NO! I HATE THIS!" You said, arriving at the gate. dead end, as it was locked. "I don't want this!" you said burying your head in the cold metal of the gate,tears streaming. "leave me alone!"

"Milady..." Michelle said softly before carefully choosing her words. "I know this might be outrageous of me, but... Wouldn't this be the best...?"

"Oh, you agree to, Chelles." You said bitterly and coldly, feeling defeated and officially alone."Fucking great."

"No...! No, not like that Milady..." .she sputtered, her hazel eyes widening, and her tan skin visibly paling.

"Leave me alone."

"But." she tried to reason one last time.  "Weren't you the one who said... Family is everything... and technically speaking... wouldn't this be betraying the family...?" she said slowly, the words piercing you like knives.

That was true.

very true.




"...Milady?" she mumbled.

"...I'm going out." was all you said, back to your old self again, taking out your key and unlocking the gate.

"Eh? Should i come along with you?"she lifted her brows. "Or should i call the boys?".she asked.

"No." you shook your head, looking through your (h/c) bangs."I wanna take a breather- alone. Think things through." you said softly; giving her a smile. "I'm gonna be okay, don't worry."

"...Are you sure?" she asked warily.

"Yeah." you sighed. regaining yourself. "and do remember, i'm the heiress of a mafia-- i'm pretty sure some skill has inherited to me, right?" you grinned cockily.

"You’re right." She giggled, happy that there was no more yelling. just peace.

"Oh, and Michelle?" you said as you headed out the gate.

"Yes?" she said.

"Thanks." you said before running out to god knows where.



One Hour Earlier.


"Fucking Damnit..." a certain heir of the Vargas family cursed under his breath, Lovino Vargas.

Today was not a good day, he could say.

"What's-a wrong, Fratello?" His twin, younger brother, Feliciano asked worriedly through his closed eyes. "You look down; Are you hungry?" he said, offering you some of his pasta.

"No." Lovino answered.

"Si, Que te pasa, Romano? What's wrong? You seem even downer than usual." Lovino's Personal pain in the ass- 'bodyguard' called him by his nickname. "since last night." The Spaniard mused.

"Shuddup. You bastard." Lovino growled at Antonio, the Spaniard, his ‘dutiful bodyguard’. "And for the record, downer ain't a word, stupid."


"...Sorry." Antonio smiled, before placing a card on the table. 'Wait, it is a word...' Antonio thought, yet he didn't want to start arguing,



"...You have a 5?" He said before Lovino finally spoke.

"OK. If you guys must know, I'm getting married." He said, leaning his head against the table.

"Eeeh? Isn't that a good thing?" Feliciano said happily. "Congratulations-a, Fratello!" Feliciano started clapping in glee, Ludwig his bodyguard started clapping softly alongside him.

"Oh, that." Antonio chuckled, patting Lovino's back in comfort.

"Stop clapping Damnit!" Lovino glared. "It's an arranged marriage with a woman i don't even know the name off." He dragged on his words, un-interestedly. "just that its for business and that that dickhead of a nonno said so."he cursed his grandfather, current head of the family.

From all the things, his grandfather had decided, Arranged Marriage.

Another Woman.

Couldn't he, like, choose his damn wife by himself?

"Well, you could have known her name if you would have stayed the whole meeting thing." Antonio smiled awkwardly, still patting Lovino. remembering that Lovino walked out of the meeting as he 'didn't want to hear anymore.bullshit'.

"Shuddup. you're not helping." Lovino said in monotone.

"Sorry." Antonio apologised, again without meaning it. Lovino stood up and headed or the door. "Hey... Romano... where are you going?" The Spaniard asked.

"Away from you." Lovino huffed, making Antonio wince. "don't follow me if you know what's good for youse... family or not. capiche?" Lovino warned everyone in the Billiards room. Who consisted of him, Antonio, Feliciano, Ludwig, Feliciano's bodyguard and some other creeps playing cards.

Feliciano pouted before big cut of."But, Fratello-"


"So, Should-a we follow him?" Feliciano asked Antonio.


"Alright~ let's just finish this game."Antonio grinned, putting a 7 on the table, making someone groan.

"Okay~!" Feliciano smiled.

" …You two don't know a threat if it hit you in the face..." Ludwig sighed at the supposed 'Second boss' and 'bodyguard' before taking another swig of his beer.



Present hour


"Stupid family business. stupid arrangements. stupid Lovino vargas." You cursed under your breath as you stomped around town in your short black pencil skirt, matching suit and 5 inch heels; which you could say, were killing your feet as you had been walking around town aimlessly to downgrade your anger and rencor of arrange marriage.

Why did you hate the Vargas so much, you say?

Well, pretty much the same reasons as the rest of your family, really.

You hadn't met Lovino Vargas in person yet, nor even a photograph, but you could imagine Said Vargas to be able Arrogant, snobby, Womanising bastard with a cigar in his mouth, women on the side- just like the rest of his kind.

Or so they said, and you thought.

You'd never met them, since you were younger.

Your raging thoughts were interrupted by a not so courteous man trying to flirt with you.

"What's with the long face, hun, The boyfriend dumped ya?" The guy said, with a hand on your shoulder. "I can comfort ya if ya want-" he slurred before you grabbed him by the same arm and slammed him on the floor with a Judo move.


"Listen You-" You hissed grabbing the hurting guy by his shirt, choking him. "you son-of-a-bitch, Hands off me if you still want your hands attached to your arms." you said pressing one of his hands with incredible strength. "Okay?"

"...okay...!" He cried, probably pissing his pants in fear.

"Now scram." you said letting him drop on the floor like a rag doll. "Before i call the police for attempt if sexual assault." you said dusting your hands, whilst the guy scrambled off the pavement floor and ran for his miserable life.


"Tcht." you huffed, continuing your aimless walk.

Where were you...

oh. Yes.

Your head was full of thought and your head was spinning with many things.

You then sighed for the millionth time that day.

Sure you loved your family and your men but you never had a real friend or something of that sort, a love or crush no less, you weren’t ready for marriage, to someone you didn’t know, you wanted your say too.

And, as cliche as it sounded, you always wanted a happy ending like those fairy tales your father used to tell you at night before bed.


It was one of the nights your father was able to come tuck you in, as he had not business happening at the time, they were not many times but you cherished it.

“…and they lived happily ever, the end.” Your father said and he closed the book. You sighed in contentment. He then kissed your forehead and you giggled.

“Papa is I going to have happy ending like they did papa?” you asked with your childish innocence.

“…sure my princess, you will have a happy ending.” Your father smiled and tucked you in. “now go to sleep!”

“Really?” you wondered.

“Yes ___.” He walked to your door.

“And anything you want.” He said and went out the door. “Buono notte. Mio Amato” “Good night papa.” You yawned and fell to sleep.

//end of flashback//

Now I really doubt I'll ever have a happy ending.” You laughed dryly. “But what can I do? Orders were freaking orders.” You talked to yourself and you laughed, almost maniacally.

You then caught yourself and sighed again, reaching for your iPod earphones to listen to some music to distract yourself until you heard a scream.

"Have mercy, please!"


Your eyes widened and you speedwalked to the source of the commotion. The end of an alleyway next to a long-time family grocery shop was established, years before you were born.

You hid behind a brick wall and observed whilst calculating what to do next. What you saw was one buff guy, armed with about 5 other men threatening an elderly couple you recognised as the owners of the small grocery store next to that same alleyway. You checked your sides, for your personal backup.

‘DAMN IT!’ you swore internally. ‘Oh freaking great!’ you grimaced inside, you had forgotten your guns and your other firearms with all the marriage commotion, apart from running off with incredibly unsuitable clothes for walking. Lets not talk about the shoes.

"Please have-a, mercy Signore; We don't have the money just yet--" 'The prices have risen, so our profit is very low-"

"Enough with the excuses. You've had enough time to come with the money."


"Ironically, You start with the money and will end for the money." "My insincere apologies, Ma'am, Sir." "You'll forever be together in the afterlife."

“P-please give us some more time sirs!” The elderly woman cried, trembling and hugging her husband’s arm.

“Nope, times up, and it appears that your time is up too…” he smirked ad he and his men cocked his gun. The woman started sobbing harder and the elderly man was shielding her.

"Arrivederci-- OOMPH!"

"No ones-a, killing anyone in my watch." "You bastards should respect older people." A smooth Italian voice resounded from behind the Mafioso men.

"Who the Fuck--?!" "Agh-!"

Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw a guy there. He had brown hair and magnificent shining hazel-green eyes, from what you old see, he was tall, taller than you probably, not that tall-tall... He was also muscular, but not buff, but slim and absolutely not to forget, attractive.

You knew it wasn't time to start thinking these things; but a girl automatically starts seeing these things and,yeah.

He started fighting with the men in hand-to-hand combat to avoid hurting the couple with his fire arms.

Bullets and groans were heard all around the alley, him and his moves and the men with their guns.

It seemed like he enjoyed fighting- or not- but who could blame him; You were itching to get in and fight but you had to calculate the right timing- not to jump in and fight.

you kept on staring; the only thing on your head being:

What moves.

Suddenly more men came from behind. ‘Back up’ and he kept on fitting them. Alone. And they were starting to overwhelm him.

It was about 25 to 1!

“Run!” he screeched to the couple. They nodded and were successful at their escape. The guy was fighting for the couple alone there!

You were now really itching to help. And honestly you really wanted to get rid o the pent upped frustration and hit somebody.

Perfect opportunity.

You crept silently into the alley, dodging bullets and men with ease. before noticing a steel chain in the floor. you smirked and started swirling it in the air to gain speed before SMASH You smashed in on the back of two men, knocking the air out of them with the same chain. You then sneaked up behind two guys and knocked them unconscious with a kick on the head with your legs.


People took notice at you and started charging towards you with metal poles and bullets, automatically seeing you as a menace. You wasted no time before starting to fight in hand-combat style against many strong and buff men who we're now charging against you two.

“Oy, Macho boy, need any help?” you said while throwing a guy against the wall and cracking his arm with an arm lock, whilst crouching instinctively at the sound of a bullet coming your way before running behind him. Back to back.

The guy turned to look at you, shocked for a moment whilst fighting his own share of crooks; he then looked at both of you as how you guys were totally kicking some rear together.

He raised his brows. “Be careful then, ragazza.” He said after throwing a guy on the floor with a simple yet very effective jujitsu move and cracked the guys shoulders, making the guy squirm in pain and rapidly faint.

A guy suddenly launched at you and was about to shoot you when you dodged his ‘surprise’ attack easily and while he was distracted you took his gun swiftly and shot him, you then threw the gun away.

“I can take care of myself.” You said raising a well groomed brow, quickly running towards a stray gun on the floor and smirking, shooting a man who was about to 'surprise' attack you again in the back unsuspectedly without turning your head around. you grinned, feeling at home with the gun on your hands.

Specially because this was your family brand.

Ah. That cold, metal, lethal-weapon feeling

The Italian guy looked impressed and smirked back. “Let’s just take down these bastards already.” He said when he backed up to you, Two revolvers in hand. You nodded, gripping the metal chain in one hand and gun in the other. “With Gusto.”


"Ha... Ha... How many people did we just fight against with.. ?"

"About a shitload."

"...Fair enough; I'm exhausted."

You two were now back to back, panting looking at all directions if any more people were coming, but as no one came you both collapsed in the cold cement floor, with about 25 guys around you two, unconscious.

"Woo, that was-a, exhilarating.". he said sarcastically.

"You're telling me, i've been wanting to get rid of my pent up frustration all day." you said truthfully, making him lift a brow.

"Now, You're telling me."


“Y'know, You fought-a pretty good Ragazza,I was impressed.” He looked to you. You smiled and responded. "specially fighting in those shoes." He said pointing to your black leather, 5 inch heeled Mary janes.

You were surprised yourself.

“Well, I was pretty impressed by your skills too; you just appeared out of nowhere.” You pointed out promisingly. "Brilliant."

"...Thanks..." The Italian mumbled and rubbed his neck in flattery, heat quickly arising in his cheeks.

“So... mind telling What were you doing near here? Or rather,how the hell did you appear so fast?” You exclaimed, remembering that the very guy next to you, had jumped from a roof? or something.

He looked at you with a ‘what-the-heck’ look and he laughed at your weird yet not annoying demeanour before confessing “...I was-a buying some tomatoes when I saw a guy In a suit come in the store and asked for a ‘word’ with the owners. I felt a little-a suspicious and followed…. And yeah.” He looked away and stood up from the ground, dusting himself.

"And i mean, the bastard looked like he was up to no good,I had to do something.” He then offered you his hand, which you smiled and accepted it.

In reality, Lovino had been going around the city in circles cursing every single person in his family mafia, preferably his Grandfather for the last 2 hours after he had walked out of his house and coincidentally found himself hungry and found a grocery store; the gang assault,  and the rest was actually true.

"I guess that's pretty sensible of you." you mused.

He looked at you, studying your face and silky (h/c) tresses unconsciously. “So… why-a were you there?” he asked you, giving you the question mark.

“Eh?” you cocked your head.

“Why did you come help me?” He asked, passing a hand through his thick chocolate brown locks, avoiding a certain section which had a weird stray curl. He also said it with half worry.

What if you didn't know how to fight and got hurt or something? He'd have to take care of you too.

Not that it was a bad thing, but it was stupid to jump in like that in such a situation.

But he was truly grateful for the help.

and truly, he was impressed by your kick-ass personality and talent. For a woman.

It totally blew him off.

“Um… because you looked like you could use help?” you said looking up at the sky, with a slight embarrassed blush creeping up your cheeks, trying to avoid any awkward eye contact.

“Idiot” he tapped your forehead softly, 'bringing your head from back in the clouds'. “What were you doing around here? Doesn’t seem like you live near this part of town.” He questioned.

"And you do?" you questioned back amused with his curiosity about you. He looked away. caught.

He was from the other extreme of the city.

How'd you guess?



"Well, i didn't plan ending in this part of town... or in town for that matter. I kinda just wanted to take a breather from all that's happening to me, Family matters,  and" You started, trying to bring up a conversation from the now awkward silence. He lifted his head to pay attention to you.

"Surprise surprise , i somehow found myself ending here." You laughed at yourself. Truly, you didn't have any idea why you came to this part of town.

Fate maybe?

...But Why were you explaining this to a Stanger? Of course you were keeping a low profile on your real status.

But to tell anyone at all? You didn’t know why, but you felt like you could trust him.

But it's always good to not give out too much info.

"Family matters? You too?" He arched an eyebrow, adjusting his leather jacket and looking at you.

Strange how you had the same problem as him, he thought. But probably not as serious as his,he thought.

"Yeah..." You trailed off. The last thing you wanted to blurted out was that you-were-going-to-marry-the-heir-of-the-enemy-mob

“Mind-a telling me?” He asked. “If it’s ok with you.” He said before walking out of the ally with you beside Him.

'I hope that wasn't too forward.' He thought, cursing himself.

He found you oddly interesting and wanted to know more about you for no reason whatsoever.

You felt oddly chilled being next to him, and you felt like you had known this guy for years instead for a couple of minutes.

You nodded, trying to think of a good way to explain your situation without much detail. But you felt like toying with him for some reason.

“First you have to tell me your name.” You grinned, looking at him. "So you can stop calling me Ragazza." You smiled; making him blush in embarrassment of the truth. "What's your name?"

"N-name?" He sputtered like an idiot.

Smooth Lovino, Very smooth.

"Uh...." He struggled, Trying to actually, remember his name. but also thinking about his identity. "Lo-Romano, Call me-a, Romano." Romano said, telling you his nickname instead of his real name, and immediately regretting it.

"I’m ___." You reached your hand to greet him, which he shook back. "Romano... eh, like the sauce?" you laughed.

"...S-Shuddup..." He muttered.

It was always that joke.


You laughed a little Korea before opening your eyes, to find a man approving Romano from his back, your eyes widened before you could finish your sentence and warn him. "Roma...NO LOOK BEHIND YOU!"

"Waaaah?!" He screeched before jabbing his elbow to the guys stomach, knocking the air out of him. BANG "Sunnuvabitch." He spat turning his head towards the man who attempted and failed at surprise attacking and looking back at you with a commercial-appropriate shining pearl smile "G-Grazie."

"N-No worries." You sputtered;taken back by his smile. hid smile making him over x9000 times more appealing. you were about to say something before a long, loud, embarrassing sound resounded from your stomach. "Well-"


"Uh... I'm kinda hungry." you admitted in a small voice. Romano laughed.

"Kinda? your stomach sounded like a motherfreaking bear."He smirked, checking his watch. "But It's Lunchtime." He mused, feeling happy at the thought of food.  "Mind getting a drink somewhere with me? We could ah... talk over an espresso..." Romano said, immediately feeling shy and looking away from you."I-a... i know a place near Here if you wanna go..." He mumbled. "I-i'm not forcing you if you don't wanna..." Was all he could say before you cut with a big hearty grin and big eyes.

"I'd like that." you cocked your head cutely.

Free food?

Coffee with this hunk?


"R-really?" He said aloud. quickly covering his hands over his mouth and cursing under his breath once again.



After discussing things and what-nots, which were strictly classified as 'Arrangements' 'Business' 'Family Drama'. Which you both had your part to share about.

And not a matter more was spoken about that.

nor that both of you were, Heirs of Family mafias, unknowingly to you both.

Which would have it all very--- complicated, if each party knew they knew about this unknowable thing.


...Soon Family matters became food, to hobbies to tidbits about each other. both of you's wouldn't admit it but; you two were having the time of your lives with each other. Forgetting about all the compromises and things that had happened all in that same day.

As cliche as that sounded.

Also, interestingly both of you had many things in common,meaning many things to talk about.

But neither if you really think that you'd meet each other again.

of course; you two didn't know anything.


"You seem like an aficionado for coffee." You mused as he shot down his 4th? strong espresso shot. You couldn't really stand the strong stuff- A cappuccino was all that you needed.

"I am.” he said sipping his espresso. "Though i have tasted better coffee than this.".he mentioned with a disapproving huff, yet continued drinking "I'd even say i make better coffee than this."

"Ah." you said after putting your cappuccino down. "I'd like to try some of yours, if i could." you smiled invitingly. "And your cucine, as well, sometime."

Romano looked at you and lifted his brows. "Huh? Really...-" was all he could say before a trio of people barged in the small cafe noisily.

Well, two and a bystander.

"Fratello, Here-a you are!" An annoyingly familiar to Romano cried out in victory. You looked over where all the commotion was happening and was surprised to find a trio of suited men, one looking nearly exactly like Romano, a happy-go-lucky tan, green-eyed brunette and a tall, icy eyed, buff blonde man, behind the smaller Romano-look-alike.

"Shit." Romano muttered trying to hide unsuccessfully

"Hey Romano, don't run out like that! we were all really worried." The brunette said in a heavy Spanish accent.

The Romano-look-alike nodded before walking to your table. "We-a have been looking all over for-" only to be distracted by the woman in the table. You. "Oh, Ciao Bella~! What's your name?" He said looking at you and asking enthusiastically and charmingly.

Seemed like he didn't put much effort to it but it sure worked well.

"Uh..." you looked away awkwardly. Romano glared at his younger brother. his younger twin by an Hour and probably, mentally.

The tall buff blonde furrowed his eyebrows deeply in disapproval at the other Italian."...Feliciano, Stop flirting and just." He said grabbing Feliciano's shirt in a strong grip, and lifting him with ease. "Get to the point."

"Owwww! that-a hurts... Ludwig!" Feliciano cried as he choked by being lifted in the air by his hem by his best friend and bodyguard.

"Take your job seriously then!" Said Ludwig yelled. Feliciano nodded whilst tearing up a bawl.

"" you tried to speak again in the middle of things you didn't really understand; yet were really interesting.

"I thought-a i told you guys not to follow me." Romano hissed to his men venomously. "You're so Damn embarrassing..."

"Sorry." The brunette apologized, probably not even meaning it at all.

"Family?" You asked Romano, slightly amused. Those guys reminded you of your men, your bodyguards for that matter. Alfred, Arthur and Francis.

Those guys were just...

The definition of Crazy, Perverted, Diligent, hard working, talented, hatred and mentality all chucked in a blender and sprinkled with lots of stupidity.

"More like-a Pain in the ass's, but yeah." He mumbled before feeling two arms around each of his arms, alarming him.

"C'mon Romano! Time to get up, vamos, Pa’rriba~" The Spanish one said with a large grin, well, you thought so. the brunette quickly scanned your face and raised his brows.

He knew exactly who you were.

But he wouldn't say it aloud.

He grinned wider.

"Oy-oy-OY! Lemme go- You jerk-"

"Your grandfather is calling." The blonde German named Ludwig said flatly, grabbing Romano on his other arm.

"Fuck." Romano muttered a curse.

Not his grandfather.

The guy had no sense of respect Feliciano was his favorite and was one of thr biggest man-whores he knew.

And he totally treated him like dog Shit in his opinion. not even his Shit but the dogs.

Asshole of a grandfather, who was the Current head of the Vargas.

"It was nice to meet you" You smiled, knowing that your time with him was up. "I'd like to do this again sometime." you sighed half heartedly, knowing that that was a total lie.

"...yeah." Was all that Romano could say before waving a goodbye and being forced out the door.

You waved slowly before dropping your head down and stirring your capuccino slowly, your head full of things, once again.

Mainly consisting of two things.

The Marriage arrangement.



The guy seemed to understand you very much, he was also very interesting and seemed very skilled. Not to mention that he was one hot hunk of flesh.

Not that you'd say aloud.

Was this what they called, fun? a date? without having people at your back all the time? a crush?

But as enticing that was, both you and him knew it.

You two would never meet each other again.

Due to reasons.

But why had he made such an impression on you?

Now, all you had was your old life, with the Arranged marriage in plan.

'Family is first.'

Your intense thinking was interrupted by an arm around your neck and a muffled voice full of food.

"'Sup ____?" An American said cheerfully before biting his cheeseburger. The most childish and spoilt one of your men spoke.

"Alfred." you said monotonously.

Who you might have twisted his arm if he was some random other dude.

A guy with thick eyebrows frowned at Alfred. "Git, don't get all chummy with Milady-" He said before looking at you, who was looking at him. "Oh hello Miss ___-" The Englishman sputtered with a polite smile before being interrupted by a certain French, another one.of your bodyguards.

"Mon mademoiselle, We have come to pick you up, you have been gone for quite some time." Francis looked at you and smiled calmly.and maturely.

Don't let fool you, he wasn't always like that.

He could be as or more immature than the other two.

"...What the frog said." Arthur muttered haltingly at the French.

"Fine." you said standing up from your chair. "Let's go." you said before starting to head out. "I'm done with my coffee anyways."



"...Alright, Milady." The men said simultaneously before heading out behind her.

"She didn't even argue against it? Wow." Alfred said with cold sweat on his forehead. "Strange." he mumbled quietly.

"...Indeed." Arthur muttered, looking at you, with your eyes coldly fixed on the floor.


Now back at the ____ Residence, you stepped in before finding your father, with a glass of red (wine) in one hand and a cigar in the other, visibly tensed on his shoulders.


Your father visibly flinched.  You only used 'Father' when you were deadly serious. He turned to you and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Princess?"

"I made my decision." "I'll marry Lovino Vargas."

"...!" "Really?"

"Yes." "For the family."

"Marvelous! I'll contact Signore Rome, and we'll be able to reuin, and so, you'll meet Signore Lovino, next week, after all the new Pope festivities have past because i know that the Vargas are really strict Roman Catholics." Your father mused like an excited little man who won the lottery.

"Alright father." You said, feigned smiling.

"It's best if you meet him at least once beforehand before the whole ceremony. if not, it'd be too rash." He said motioning his hands for emphasis. "Y'know?"


Too Rash he says.

Not Meeting your arranged fiance at least once, is too Rash, he says.

You couldn't help but laugh.



"...Yes Father." You said, internally biting your tongue to avoid a snidy comment. "Good night, Father." You said quickly turning your heel around before your father spoke.

"Night? it's barely 6pm." He reasoned.

"I'm tired. It's been a long day." You said turning youth head towards him.

"Alright. Fair enough." He chuckled before twirling his glass of wine and bringing it to his lips. "Good night." He said softly.

"Good night." You smiled faintly before turning your head back before walking a couple steps before your father spoke again.

"Oh, and ___." He said sternly.

"...yes?" you answered without turning your head around.

"The Family will be forever grateful for this." He said, raising his glass."you did the right thing." He said softly, still with his stern voice in place.

"...Overall, Family is first, right, Princess?" He questioned a question which its answer was always same in the ____ Family.

"...Yes Father."

Chapter II
(It should be Della Mafia e Del Matrimonio, but i cant fit it in the title u w u ... Mi dispiace...)

I'm done with this... *flops on the floor* Chapter... 2! is done! Freaking 5000+ Words, my longest chapter/oneshot/story yet.

Amg :iconx-x-plz:


Chapter I-[link]
Chapter II- You're Here~!
Chapter III- Coming soon

Oooh~! A twist?
Now you know whats happening. Oh.
Seems like Reader-chan and Lovino-kun have already met their fiancees... without knowing.
Antonio knows Reader-chan?!
Next, they'll meet officially! What will happen?
Is anyone opposed to this Marriage?


Sorry for not uploading earlier, i have an excuse, Biology. We've got our 2 week holidays in a week so i'll probably update on next Thursday~ Hehe~

Please Comment!
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Ps, Thank you to my real life Bestie :iconnooneknowsthisgirl: For some help with the Action! And yes, there will be more Action, and pfft. of course, Romance ...and Drama~ XD


:iconmafiaromanoplz: Seems like he's yours...just saying...
:iconhimaruyaplz: Hetalia is his... ._.

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Di Mafia e Matrimonio


Capitolo I


((Please bear in mind __ is your name and (___) is your surname, to avoid any confusion.))</i>

"We're back." Your melodious voice resounded as you stepped inside your quiet family property, save the bickering noise behind you, after a nice, walk, you had every couple days or so.

It was good to get some of that weight of stress of being trapped inside all day when you went out to your business walks so early in the morning.

"How was your little, stroll, milady?" Your maid and only female friend, Michelle*, who affectionately, you called Chelles, a fair maiden with bronze skin, honey eyes and raven hair tied in red ribbon, clad in your families' signature dark gray uniform; with a smile of familiarity in her face, you smiled back and sighed, not bothering to look back to the source of noise bothering the quiet ambience of the property.

"Enjoyable enough with these so called bodyguards." You said with a heavy, mocking tone through half lidded eyes. "Alright, i suppose." you said taking off your sunglasses and tucking them on your rogue Dolce & Gabbana autumn trenchcoat.

"Hey!" One of the voices behind you said, belonging to one of your bodyguards.

Bodyguards? oh yes, you were required to have them on your back by your family at all times.

When you went out, near you when you had any company, men or women, who might turn out to be assassins ordered to kill you or just a towns-person looking to converse, just in case. they were near.

And as much as you wanted to be alone, isolated, invisible to the eye, within 20 meters was as alone as you could get without them.

Not always a gift, but they did have some uses.

They were your guards, ordered to protect you at all costs. after all.

"Sorry, Men." You said turning your head around and chuckling at the three blonde men who were your guards, who were currently fighting for unknown reasons. "Manly men."

"So blunt as always." Chelles, your maid chuckled politely, trying not to pass the line, even though she found it amusing as well as you did. "Ah! Well, that seems good enough, you're expected for a meeting at 10 am." She said, recalling the command she had been given to give you the minute you entered the household.

Your eyes widened for a nanosecond before checking your watch. 10:17am. "A meeting?" you repeated, finding it odd to have it so early in the morning and so spontaneously. "So suddenly?" you said quirking a groomed eyebrow.

"Yes Milady." The maid responded.

"Well, Alright, It must be important if Papa system it so suddenly." You drawled on with a sigh, shaking your head. "Alfred, Arthur, Francis. Stop with the bickering already." You commanded firmly; the noise from behind finally vanishing bringing back the dead quietness that belonged to your family household. "Lets go."

"...Yes, Milady." they answered at once before following you through the path that led you to the grand household, the Maid following after.

"Oh, and Michelle." You said stopping suddenly a step before entering inside your home, at the tip of your Victorian home.

"...yes?" She answered looking at you, your (e/c) eyes looking intently as you smiled playfully.

"it's ____, you don't have to be so formal with me you know?" You reminded, the maid let a sigh she didn't know she was holding and nodded. "we're like family." You said your (h/c) hair bouncing along to your hand gestures as you talked. "Everyone treats everyone like family here right? That's how the ____ 'corporation' is about, right?" You reminded, crossing your arms.

All stayed quiet.

"Just because I'm heiress of one of the strongest mafia families in the country-- doesn't mean that you should be scared of me." You said unconsciously tapping your side, touching your gun, whilst looking for your phone to check the time again, forgetting your wristwatch. unintentionally.Your tone as childish as a 5 year old yet as stern as the young adult you were.


"Unless you betray the family, right?" You smiled making sound like a question and shrugging it off, hopefully not scaring her off too badly, a kind looking to the naked eye but for the observant, a threat was enlaced in between the words before you disappeared inside the family Mansion without saying another word with your bodyguards.

The way of the (___).


At the far east in your family mansion you could hear hurried shuffle and hurried knocks and voices calling for your name.

Especially your maids’, Michelle.

Mansion? Oh yes, a mansion. A not too subtle one at that. As you may know, you were not a regular 20 year old.

Your family were the respected _____ family, a large mafia, or as you called yourselves ‘corporation’ being it much more, you know,subtle and business-like, as they controlled many exports and power in the country and overseas.

No, do not worry, Your family wasn't into the Drug business, yet that didn't mean they weren't tied with other families who did.

But you weren't the only powerful family there, no, there were many. One of the Formally Four, now Three Mafia Families that ruled the state, and, country.

The Vargas'
The (____)'s
The Wang's
and formally the Branginki's.

But, lets get back to the story, shall we?

"Milady." The maid called again. "Milad- I mean Lady ___... The meeting." She knocked.

You were inside your room, all ready, but lying on your bed replaying the what just had happened in your mind.

'Just because i'm heiress of one of the strongest mafia families in the country-- doesn't mean that you should be scared of me.'

'Unless you betray the family?'

You chuckled dryly how it all rhymed, echoing in your head like an empty shell, yet, your conscious was biting you how mean you sounded there.

Was your Fathers stern personality rubbing on you after all these years?

indifference? coldness? Threats? all this Elegantly?

And to have the courage to say that with a smile.

Which you would call Yandere.

"-Lady ___" Your maids voice resounded, knocking the door a little more friskily. "We won't be able to start the meeting without you." she said trying to lock the door. "why is it locked...?"

"sorry!" You said jumping up off your bed and unlocking the door,stepping out quickly. "Sorry... i couldn't find my left heel. and jacket-" you lied, hoping to regain some dignity. "but I’m ready now!"

"Shall we go then?"

"We might as well?" You giggled before looking at her, a slight intimidated look on her features. you cleared your voice to bring her attention and said before being interrupted "and um, you know about before...sorry-"

"Ladies." Your head maid, an old, big, a hag, as you called her secretly, tapped her foot impatiently. Probably called by your parents as you hadn't arrived yet. "The meeting."

"S-sorry, We better get going." You said looking apologetically towards her and then to Michelle, who had a smile in her face.

Not any smile.

A its-alright-I've-seen-you-in-distress smile.

Thank god!

"We might as well." She answered quietly before shuffling out to your destination.


Walking hurriedly down the ceramic stairs, trying to avoid anymore lateness, you rushed down the stairs that connected the hallways with the grand main hall. The sound of clicking of heels and hurried shuffles filled the silent, empty mansion that was your house.

You heaved a quiet sight before looking down at the remaining steps to meet a middle aged man with a black Ralph Lauren suit and polished black shoes; black hair slicked back tightly and (e/c) eyes the same as yours, standing tall with a small army of a couple hundred men, standing in front of him.

Your father.

The Boss.

And next to him, a lady with your same hair colour, and honey coloured eyes with a stern yet warm smile, dressed elegantly in a classic, Giorgio Armani, champagne coloured ¾ coloured dress, and her hair in a French twist.

Your Mother.

Wife of the Boss.

"...Good morning Papa, Mamma." You said, fixing your curled hair and straightening your Navy skirt. "Sorry for the lateness." you said ashamed before shuffling towards them and giving them both a kiss on the cheek, making sure you didn't leave any gloss marks on their faces, you walked back.

"Ah, ____!" he said smiling. "Good to see you."You father boomed in a loud, stern if you didn't know him, friendly voice as he received his 'princess'. "That's alright, no harm done."

"Good morning, darling."

"it is kind of strange to see you in the morning but, nice to see you too." you smiled at your father before turning towards your mother. "'Morning Mamma."

you then turned your head. "Good morning." You said looking at your Fathers men with a awkward smile. Men clad in black suits and firearms.

Not people to mess with.

As they say, don't fuck with the Mafia.
Or did you mix another quote again?

"Good morning, Milady!" They said as once, almost robotically.

"Take a seat, Take a seat." He said despite there wasn't any chairs as this was the hall not the meeting area. "Now we can start the meeting..." Your father said,with a really forced smile.

...Something was not right.

"I am here to announce the Final phase of the ___-Vargas contract is just about finalized." Your father said in a stern, professional voice, appealing to his crowd.

His men broke into applause in order of the great news before your father lifted his hand to signal silence. The mansion returned to its quiet self.

"You may all know by now that the Vargas and our family go way back, hmm?" He asked walking up and down the marble floor.


"Much blood has been shed since our starts up on the motherland up to here in America."

Oh yes, the Vargas and the ___ families go waaaaay back, to the mid 18th century Italy and England, with Italian roots.

Both families were big, strong mobs. Making the most out of commercial business, they also were grand in the bloodstained assassin business, both families having a great number of assassins, for different purposes.

Although, both families seemed alike, they were also very different. but with a similar hatred towards each other.

The Vargas specialized in Drug smuggling. something that wasn't all not that appealing to your family, yet business was still needed.

Your family specialized more in weaponry, your family containing some of the most lethal and dangerous weapons to man. All the naturally, the Vargas would do business for.

But of course, all this was due to connections.

Your family was tightly tied with the British, French and American mobs whilst The very Italian Vargas were tied with the Vast German side and its underlings, as well as a tight bond that recurred for centuries with the Spaniards. eventually absorbing them, making themselves more powerful.

But all this didn't change the fact both families had both a deep hatred that had ran through decades.

"But finally all that will change. And a new safer dynasty will be born. something never done." Your father declared. Everyone was stranded in awe. you frowned, feeling all a bit too weird.

"Um." You mumbled, trying to bring your fathers attention, but not really.

"Yes, my Princess?" You father cooed, looking at you with a curious look.

You gasped quietly, searching your head for your desired words."...Its great about the business and all going good and stuff..." you started, honestly. " but... what does it have to do with me?" you lifted a brow. "You usually don't involve me in all this." you reminded in a quiet voice, trying to not sound too daring.

To tell the truth, he didn't.

"That's true..." He trailed off, looking away at the window.

...something wasn't right at all.
It couldn't be this easy to end this long-time feud.
not without an exchange, or a compromise...

Like  a simultaneous death in the battlefield, or possibly marriage.

"...So?" you asked.

it felt like a dense long lifetime before your father spoke again, his head down in defeat, his tone laced with regret.

"You will marry the Vargas heir, Lovino Vargas." He said. Quiet gasps were heard as your eyes nearly bulged out of your sockets."And so The unification of the contract will be official once the wedding is held."

All the men started talking simultaneously like a swarm before your father lifted his hand once again to quiet them down.


"...What?" You squeaked in disbelief once the noise died down.


Damn, just as you thought.

This was not good.

not good at all.
Chapter 1. you're here~
Chapter 2, [link]

DUN DUN DUN-- Cliffhanger?
Is this even considered a cliffhanger? its my first so, spare me, all you judging peoplez.

But-- *le gasp* Is that a Series, i hear? see?
YES! You do not have to go check your ears... or eyes!
My first series! ... Oh and hello there, nice to see you. ._.

Oh yeah, Mafia style.

<tt>((The Title means "Of Mafia and Marriage" Curse my lame naming skills and My brain who doesnt remember my italian lessons.))</tt>

I intended doing this as a oneshot, last year, started and never continued, but now, i mean, yesterday i find the inspiration to continue it and ideas flowed and yeah. But i still need a Muse. one that works T^T

*muse slaps me*

Please do expect more, in a couple of days, or so,, when i finish the next chapter...
Romano will make his debut next chapter, i promise! along with alot more stuff.

Oh, Your engaged to Romano to bond a family.
What will Reader-tan do next? STAY TUNED-'ttebayo!

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I do not owned any of those expensive brands.
Nor Hetalia, That sexy Italian there, nope, :iconhimaruyaplz: he does.
Who's excited for new Season 5 eps!?


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Red colored orbs snapped open at the sound of someone banging at his front door. Gilbert groaned, groggily rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he rolled out of bed. Blinking a few times to focus his surroundings, he turned to his clock, which read 2:47 A.M. Gilbert smacked his cheek. "Why me..." Using the bed for support, Gilbert lifted himself up to his feet, heading toward the door.

Swinging it open, Gilbert half muttered to himself. "What do you want..." A small wail at his feet shocked him. He looked down, seeing a small child, looking no more then ten months old. Short (h/c) swept across her smooth cheeks, looking like silk. She stopped crying for a second, opening her eyes. Gilbert gasped: they were the most beautiful shade of (e/c) he had ever seen.

Kneeling down, Gilbert nervously picked up the girl, making her calm down immediately. She looked up at him, crimson hue meeting that hypnotizing (e/c). 

In the light pink blanket she was wrapped up in, Gilbert saw a faded envelope sticking out. Adjusting his hold on the girl, who giggled as soon as she was moved, Gilbert took the letter and ripped it open the best he could.

To whom it may concern,

This is my daughter, _________ __________. She is eight months old, her birthdate is (birthdate). She is a very happy girl, and loves to be held and played with. She won't cause you any trouble, I can assure you that.

Please give her a good home, I love her very much and she deserves this.

Thank you

Gilbert took pity on ________, and the person who wrote the letter, which he assumed was her mother. Doing a quick sweep of his street, Gilbert went back inside, still holding ________ in his arms.

The Prussian man had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Awkwardly, he started bouncing ______ in his arms, as if trying to get her to calm down. She simply giggled and smiled up at him, encouraging him to continue. 

Before he knew it, the sun had already risen, and Gilbert felt something nestle in his snow-white hair. "Guten Morgen, Gilbird..." Gilbert tries to stifle a yawn, but with no luck. Gilbird chirped a happy good morning and flew over to the kitchen. ________ was staring at the little bird, mesmerized. Gilbert cracked a smile at her expression, following Gilbird into the kitchen.

Gilbert had gotten his faithful little bird his breakfast, while he was giving _______ some cut up leftover wurst. She ate it happily, still watching Gilbird for any signs of movement. Suddenly, _______ started laughing. Gilbert, who had his face in his hands, shot up, looking straight at the little girl. She was laughing so hard her face had turned red, and it had become silent.

"What are you laughing at, liebling?"

She broke into more laughter when Gilbird started circling around his owners' head. Before he could stop himself, Gilbert started laughing as well. Not his usual 'kesesese,' but a real sincere laugh.

"S-so THAT'S what you were laughing at?! Liebling, you're so funny!"

Gilbird landed on the Prussian's head, making _______ calm down. As soon as she did, however, Gilbird hopped off of Gilbert's hair, fluttering down and landing on ________ chest. 

She cooed softly, reaching out and gently grabbing the little bird. Luckily for Gilbert, his loyal pet didn't seem to mind too much.

________ brought Gilbird to her cheek, and started nuzzling him. To Gilbert's shock, the bird started doing the same to ________, rubbing his yellow feathers against her cheek. Gilbert felt tears sting in his eyes as he watched. His little bird and his new... Daughter. Yes, that sounded perfect, snuggled together.

Soon, _______ fell asleep like that, Gilbird jumping out of her hands and crawling under her chin. 

Gilbert smiled widely, picking up _______ again, Gilbird quickly hopping back onto his owners' head. 

Deciding that they both needed more sleep, Gilbert trudged back to his room, placing _______ underneath the covers. He put Gilbird in a little pillow beside on his bed stand, and slowly got into the bed with ________. He placed a hand protectively over her small form, kissing her temple kindly.

"Schlaf gut, meine tochter."
Yay!!! Papa Prussia is finally here!!!!! With Gilbird!!! :iconkermityayplz:

Part Two:…

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Guten Morgen: Good morning

Liebling: Darling

Schlaf gut, mein tochter: Sleep well, my daughter.

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  You screamed, opening your eyes quickly and gripping tightly onto the nation laying below you through the dark. They quickly woke up, enveloping you in a bug, warm hug. In fact, too big a hug to be Alfred.

  "What is wrong little sunflower...?" A soft voice asked. You had seen this man, the tallest one in the room where Catterpillar-brows brought you in with platinum-blond hair.

  "N-Nightmare..." You managed to say before sobs overcame your small body. The other Allies were at the mouth of the tent, feeling as if they were miles away from the crying little girl in Russia's arms.

  He dared not ask why you were so upset and went to rubbing your back with a caring touch. "Don't worry little one. Mother Russia will be sure to protect you, da?"

  "Where's daddy...?"

  His head cocked to the side in confusion,"Daddy? Do you mean Mr. Alfred?"

  Resting your head on his chest, you nodded. "He had to keep watch outside for a little while. Why don't you just rest for a few more hours. It's still dark out, da?"

  Helping you wipe away the rest of your tears, you agreed and relaxed in his arms. The others stood at the door, breathing a sigh of relief when you began to settle down once more in the Russian's arms.


  "My name is England! Eng-land!"

  "Caterpillars!" You giggled, seeing Arthur's face beginning to turn red in anger. He has been trying to teach you his name all day but you decided you liked calling him 'Caterpillars' instead.

  Francis held you in his lap, combing your (h/c) hair and braiding it. Your daddy was talking with Yao and Ivan about something in the meanwhile but all old occasionally look over when Arthur snapped at you.

  "I zink you should just give up Angelterre." Francis said slyly, putting your hair into a French braid. "I don't zink she wants to call you anyzing but 'Caterpillars,' non, mon petite?"


  Arthur groaned, slamming his head on the table with a loud, audible slam. "Chill out dude. At least she remembers who you are. Can't you take that as a compliment?"

  "She calls you her bloody father! Don't talk to me about labels!"

  You really liked the allies. Since you woke up, all five of them personally introduced themselves to you. Caterpillars didn't really enjoy your nickname and since then has been trying to teach you his name.

  Francis tied your hair back, patting your head before wrapping his arms around you in a hug,"Don't listen to 'im. 'e's just jealous zat you don't call 'im papa."

  Wriggling out of his arms, you went towards Alfred and the others as the two nations bickered back and forth. "Daddy, I'm hungry."

  "Of course you are." He lifted you into his arms, kissing your forehead with a smile,"How about you go for a bite with Yao and then we can do something fun, okay?"

  Yao took you in his arms, holding you protectively as he carried you away from the others. "America, you do realize that we're in the middle of war. We don't have time for fun."

  "I know, I know. But she's still young." Alfred retorted back. "We have to worry about the axis. Odds are, if word catches on, they'll be here to take her away."

  "We'll just have to protect her then, da?" Ivan said in a cold voice,"If someone takes the little sunflower-"

  "I think maybe we should just leave __________ to Ivan." Alfred said, interrupting Ivan's thoughts. By the horrified looks on Arthur and Francis' faces, that wouldn't be happening. "Well we have to do something!"

  "Well just 'ave to keep a close eye on ze petite." Francis stated simply, leaning back in his chair. "We won't let ze axis come to take 'er. Besides, zey are outnumbered sree to five."

  "The frog has a point." Arthur agreed, trying to lean back like Francis to almost fall off his rocker. "I don't think we really need to worry much about them getting to her."

  Alfred nodded, feeling some stress lift off his shoulders. "Yea, I guess so."


  Yao allowed you to try some of the dumplings he made at his home. At first, you weren't willing to eat the balls of steaming dough and meat in front of you until Yao let you try some of his.

  Not wanting to be rude (since it's rude to turn down food in your country), you ate his food willingly. Now able to taste the food, you admitted that it was pretty delicious and began digging in.

  You ended up eating some rations, mainly healthy food like vegetables, before headed back to the tent with your hand in Yao's. Alfred looked towards you, quickly scooping you into his arms and tossing you up,"There's my little girl!"

  "Daddy! I like Yao's dumplings!" Behind Alfred, Francis and Caterpillars fought a giggle fit at the comment. "Can we go play now? Like you promised daddy?"

  "How about we all play soccer-"

  "It's called football you bloody bloke!" The Englishman hissed through his teeth,"Besides, why do I want to play such a silly game for!? Need I remind you the current situation!?"

  "I just thought you'd all want to have some time off. Some peace, you know?"

  The room was silent, the four bigger countries looking towards you before accepting to join. The teams were mismatched, you being on a team with your daddy and Yao against the other three.

  Two makeshift goals were set up and you spent the rest of the afternoon playing. Little did you know the events that would be unfurling soon, the plots being conjured as you were enjoying the sunshine and your new family.


  "Ze country apparently has a lot of resources vhich might help ze allies." Germany stated to Japan and Italy (well...Japan). "I say tonight, ve look for zis fraülein und claim her as an axis country."

  "Hai, demo, what does she look like Mr. Germany."

  "She is one of ze only vomen you vill see. Probably vill be vearing a military outfit. I assume it is a young voman zhough."

  "She seems rather strong Doitsu-san." Japan said rather worriedly. "How are we supposed to take a country like that away from the allies?"

  "At night. Vhen zey are all asleep." 

  "A pretty ragazza!?" Italy suddenly tuned in,"We're gunna have a pretty ragazza with us!?"

  "Itaria-kun, please pay attention while we are speaking to keep us from re-explaining things." Japan sighed, shaking his head. "But we will hopefully be leaving the allied camp tonight with a new ally."


  When you went to sleep that night, the allies were holding a meeting, leaving you completely unguarded as the axis slipped in to search all darkened camps. It was early morning, a few hours before daybreak when Italy slid into your tent.

  "A little ragazza...? The allies must've kidnapped you...!" Going over to your sleeping form, he lifted you up and cradled you in his arms. There was a sharp yell of retreat and Italy quickly found cover in the bushes.

  The Italian walked aimlessly until he found his friends, the sun's golden rays now peaking over the edge of the horizon and causing the sky to explode into golden, red rays of sunlight over the treetops.

  "Maybe Italy found her zen-" Germany didn't complete his sentence. His eyes were drawn to the small figure laying asleep in the Italian's arms. "Vhat ze hell vere you thinking!?"

  "Doitsu-san, please calm down." Japan interjected, helping his friend relax. "Itaria-kun, you have a reason for this, right?"

  "Si! The little ragazza was kidnapped from our countries! I can just tell!"

  Germany mentally face-palmed at the lame excuse but ignored it anyway. "I zink ve should go back to base und lay her down. She might be shocked vhen she vakes up in a new environment."

  Italy nodded, following as his friends moved along. With you unknowing that you were going farther and father away from your true family.

To be continued...
You were kidnapped!

Sorry, I'm so wiped from school...I'm ready to go to sleep right now. Night. XD

I don't own you or Hetalia!
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BttxReader- I Don't Care If I'm Selfish- Part A2

I hate washing dishes.

You were washing dishes only because you brought your plate to the sink as an excuse to eavesdrop on them, and now you were stuck washing their dishes. Ever since Gilbert woke up, there was a lot more dishes than before. You filled the sink with hot water and soap so that you could finish the dishes quicker.

Gilbert walked over to you and asked if there was anymore food. "Nope, you ate it all." You replied.

"You didn't make enough."
"Nope, I'm sure you ate it all. Are you gaining weight?" You subtly said, just to see his reaction.
"What?!? No, of course not! I'm too awesome to gain weight!!" He sounded offended.
"Well you did eat all that food, mon ami.~" France laughed.
"I can see your belly poking out. You look a little more like Francis now." You teased Francis too, seeing as he wanted to join in the fun.
"Quoi?? I have you know that I am fit! I work out every day to look this good!" Francis was way more offended than Gilbert was.
"Stop taking it seriously Francis, it's all just fun and games.~" Gilbert sniggered, taking revenge and teasing Francis back.

Francis was pouting just like a little kid would. You laughed and tried to cheer him up by saying, "I think it's just your clothing making you look bulkier than you really are."

He just smirked and said, "Je vais juste prendre mes vêtements off alors.~~~" He winked and blew you a kiss. I have no idea what he said.

"Mädchen mögen keine behaarten Männer." Gilbert retorted to Francis. Still can't understand.

The two started fighting in their native languages, about something you had no idea about.

You were so focused on the two fighting and trying to decipher what they were saying, that you didn't notice the Spaniard in the background holding his fingers up to his lips.

You looked around, feeling left out.  You didn't know who to start a conversation with, Antonio or Gilbert and Francis.
This series is a choose your own love~
Will you get the Awesome Prussia? The Passionate Spain? Or the Romantic France?

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Talk with Gilbert and Francis:

Another chappie is up! Yay!

Just so you guys know, I won't put any translations in there. They don't think you know their languages. If you do, then you're just pretending to be clueless about it. If you look it up, well they can't stop you, can they? Anyways, you don't need to look it up if you don't want to, but it does make the story more entertaining.~~~~

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America looked all around the house for his five year old daughter, (name). Right now, America wasn't enjoying the feeling of being defeated in a game of Hide-and-Seek.

"Geeze... I never lose at this. Dear Lord... I'm getting beaten at a game of Hide-and-Seek by my own kid..." America suddenly realized. He then face-palmed. "Out smarted by a kid... I guess that's what England's been trying to tell me whenever he told me I needed to study more so that things like this wouldn't happen- AAAGGH!!!" America yelled in surprise and shock as something leaped onto his back and knocked him to the ground flat on his stomach. He suddenly knew who did it when he heard a little giggle.

"Got ya, daddy!" (name) told America. America felt (name)'s weight come off of him and he got up. Scooping (name) into his lap, he playfully whined at her.

"Hey! That's cheating, (name)." America told his little girl as she giggled even more. Deciding to take advantage of her being in his arms, America smiled and whispered to (name) just loud enough so that she could hear him. "And you know what the punishment is just for cheating in a game of Hide-and-Seek?" America asked (name). Her big (e/c) eyes widened as she answered him in the same whispering tone.

"What is it, daddy?" (name) asked her Dad as he tucked her long (h/c) behind her ear before answering her. His voice then got in a normal tone and volume as he answered (name).

"The punishment is a large dose of," America wiggled his fingers on the one spot that always got (name) to laugh out loud, "A severe tickle attack!"

(name) squealed with laughter as her daddy mercilessly tickled her sides. The tickling and laughter between America and (name) lasted for about a couple of minutes before America gave into (name)'s pleads and begging to stop. After America stopped, he and (name) were still laughing and giggling. It lasted for about five more minutes before they settled to chuckles and smiles.

America then kissed the top of (name)'s head and hugged her. (name) hugged her father right back and smiled.

"I love you, Daddy." (name) told America. America smiled as his heart melted a little as he picked (name) up so that he could take her to the kitchen to make the two of them lunch. He kissed (name)'s forehead once more and replied right back.

"I love you too, (name)." America told his little princess.

Even though he was beaten at it, America thought this was by far the best game of Hide-and-Seek he had ever shared with his little girl. His little (name) was all that he would ever care about, and nobody could take that away.

 You chose the Braginski family! 

You are _______Braginski, the adopted sister of the famous Russian businessman Ivan Braginski. 

Ever since you were adopted by the Braginskis', you were spoiled by them. They love you so dearly and been with you for ten years.

Ten years, they say.
Since those ten years, they smiled with warmth and their eyes laughing. They always treat you like you were the princess. They even compared you to the loving princess Anastasia. You did doubt your choice when you picked them at first. At first. Now, you were damn proud you chose them as your new loving family. They weren't that bad.  You just need to be close with them. Though the only thing you hated was going away from your hometown. You moved to a town outside of a city where they owned a huge mansion. You loved to stay at home, since it was comfortable and has a library full of books. 

Today, your family decided to bring you somewhere. You don't know where, they said it was a secret. It was your birthday surprise they said. 

"подсолнечник" A soft loving voice woke you from your slumber. You slowly sat still and glanced at your sister Natalia who was napping as well. You yawned and gazed at the driver's seat, you could see your brother stare at you by using the mirror. 
"Do you want to talk, да?" 

You shrugged, "Yeah sure, what do you want to talk about brother?" You could feel that something was going to get down. You could see it, from the way he felt tensed and he bit his lip. Something was wrong. 

"Am I....Am I bad?" You weren't shocked of the question. He must've noticed the expressions that people gave him. You chuckled. 

"Oh you're bad!" You said in a joking tone. Ivan frowned at that. 

"Oh..."You could see him going to cry. jesus christ, you weren't done yet. 

You let out a chuckle that made Ivan confuse. You smiled and said,"You're bad at being bad" 

He let out a faint sniff or sob. He was crying with tears of joy. Oh his little sunflower was such a prankster. 

"You should learn to let me finish my sentence before you start to cry and get us all killed by an accident" You giggled. 

"Oh, even when you are taught manners, you'll always be such a joker,da" He laughed with you. 

"Hey, I would do anything to repay the three of you for accepting me like I was your real sister" 

"Because you are our little sister" You looked over to the front seat to see your elder sister smiling. Ivan and you were flabbergasted to see Yaketerena was awake the whole time. She let out a cute chuckle. "You've done us good, my dear" She glanced at your face. "You've made us happy again, you are a blessing and our sun" This touched you. 

"Sister is right...I hate to admit it but, I like you"  You looked to your side and saw Natalia blushing. 

You rolled your eyes,"I knew you were all awake"

"Just admit that you didn't" Your brother stifled a laugh. 

"Oh come on, who is on my side" No one replied, guess you were on your own. You sighed and settled down into your seat. "Fine, you guys win this time" You huffed. You love this family. Everyone decided to go back to their usual business since they were so happy to win. You glimpse the view outside the glass car window. You saw sunflowers. You flashed an awe expression. You were happy. Dammit, you were so excited. 

"VANY VANY! SUNFLOWERS! SUNFLOWERS!" You were phsyced that you jumped up and down your seat making the van bounce. All of them grinned. 

"We know ______, now sit still or you'll slow the car down,da " Ivan snickered. 

You snorted, "Fine" You happily fixed your gaze at the window. Natalia rolled her eyes and went back to glance at the magnificent view. 

It was like minutes or hours since you just sat there and stare. But to be truthful, it was just minutes. 

"Are we there yet?" You asked innocently. 

"Almost, be patient deary" Yaketerena said softly. You slumped down back to your seat. Your brother turned on the Radio.Suprisingly, the radio played a nice song.You hummed and felt the rhythm of the song. 

Ivan tapped the steering wheel while smiling happily. Yaketerena swayed her head slightly. 

The chorus of the song came and you hear your brother and Yaketerena sang the chorus together. 

You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like a bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile

It was pretty accurate since your sister just called you 'their sun'. Ivan took a solo.

Ivan:Even when you're gone
Somehow you come along
Just like a flower poking through the sidewalk crack
And just like that
You steal away the rain and just like that

You rolled your eyes, they insisted you to sing with them. They were good singers, well the three of them were. Natalia joined in with them. You just were shy to sing with them.

You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like a bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile

They continued on.

 Natalia:Don't know how I lived without you
Yaketerena:Cuz everytime that I get around you
I see the best of me inside your eyes
All of them: You make me smile!
Ivan:You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild

You sighed, you gotta join them somehow. All of you sang the chorus together making the car noi

You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like a bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile

Natalia and Yaketerena:Ohh, you make me smile
Ivan:Ohh, you make me smile
You:Ohh, you make me smile

You all had fun having some sing-along. What a family. 

Ivan pulled over the car making so excited to get your butt out of the car. He unlocked the door and signaling you to unleash the beast. You opened the door and felt like you haven't stood for years. 

"FINALLY!" You ran to the sunflower field and was happily prancing around the place. "FREEEEEDOOOOOM" You howled. 

They were just watching you, you then shouted, "COME ON, IT'S NO FUN WITHOUT YOU GUYS!" They looked at each other and ran towards you. You tagged your brother and laughed. "TAG YOU'RE IT" You started to run away to avoid being the next victim. He tagged his big sister and ran with you. 

"You can't take me ALIVE!" You screamed. Unfortunately, someone yanked you. 

"Look what we got here, a girl who would help us get money" The men chuckled. You wanted to scream but you were cut off by some handkerchief that has something which made you pass out. 

You had a dream, that they wouldn't find you. You were just gonna die here. At the hands of these filthy men. You were awoken by the sound of your brother's tone. 


Was it a dream, was your brother here?

"_____, please wake up.." You opened your eyes and was glad to see your brother. Though, you weren't in the fields. More like a warehouse or some barn. 

"Vanya...?" You said in a weak tone. "I-Is that you?" 

"Yes sunflower it's me, you're safe now..." You hugged him tightly wanting to cry. He returned it with a tighter hug. 

"How touching...Mr.  Braginski" Ivan let's go of you and glared at the man at his back holding a gun. "Finally with your little sunflower" He pointed a gun at your brother. "Well, I finish you two off with just one-" He grunted and fell flat on the ground. 

You looked over to the unconscious man to the blonde man who saved you and your brother. Wait, that guy was the German boy with that old guy called Grandpa Germania. You gasped and blurted out, "Ludwig?"

"_______,let's go" He lend a hand to the two of you and left with him. 

"I could've killed that man with my pipe"Ivan murmured and having his 'kol' moods. 

Trying to chill your brother and make him stop muttering how he could've killed the kidnapper."Now, now, Vanya you do remember that you have some heart problems thanks to-"

"Vodka is good for you,da" He retorted with his cheerful voice. You just gave up. 

The sky was getting dark when you were safely with your sisters. 

"Thanks for saving me and my brother" You thanked Ludwig but wondered how did he know. "But how did you find me?" 

"My friends saw you were being dragged out of the field, so I bumped with your sister and she told me that their sister was lost" You wanted to ask who was his friend but you remained quiet. 

"Hello, bella!" You turned your head and was just....didn't expect that. 

"Thank goodness you are safe" You saw Kiku next to Feliciano. Holy- what a tiny world you live in. 

"Mr. Kiku, Feli? What the heck is going on?!" You were just damn confuse. They just chill there like it was a normal thing or nothing strange even your brother was all calm with your sister. "Just give me a moment to think" You leaned on the car and just started to think some freaking ways on how they were all connected. 

You heard your brother chuckle and just stared at him with your 'what-is-damn-funny' face. 

"Oh sunflower, Mr. Kiku's older brother is my business partner" You looked over at Kiku who made the explanation clear. 

"Yao is my older brother and he saw a picture of you with Mr. Ivan, he couldn't make it here since he is in China right now" You still, have one question. 

"I met the two from an academy" You haulted him. 

"Woah, Woah, wait hold up. I thought you were in college when you interviewed me?" 

"I was...I am their math teacher.." Oh, that made sense. 

"Then what are you guys doing here?" 

"Mr. Braginski invited us here,he insisted us to stay for the night in his summer house" 
You reverted your attention to your brother who was smiling. "You invited them?" 


"All that settled, I am hungry. Since it is my birthday with a hint of suspense....let's go grab some food" They all agreed since they were hungry too. 

So, you all ended up eating at McDonalds since you insisted eating in a fast food chain because your tummy couldn't take it. 

It is your birthday so you were the boss. The siblings didn't much like the idea but then they enjoyed the food in the end. 

Feli tried flirting with you,Yaketerena and Natalia but with Ludwig's glare and Ivan's deadly smile with a hint of glare, he got scared. 

Kiku finished the story that he promised to tell you. 

You all had a happy meal and went home to the summer house just to have a good night rest.

What a day.

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So I did this quick but really I think I am drunk thanks to that Swiss chocolate with rum.

Oh me and my reasons~ So you pretty much got saved by the Axis.

Japan is their teacher so big woop.

Italy and Germany was his favorite and closest student. So why not bring them?

I added suspense ( not really suspenseful but I atleast I tried) because I just want to. It's sometimes dangerous to be a famous business man since you'll have enemies that will threaten you.

Sadly I didn't put a scene where Ivan kicked your kidnappers butt. Well he did, with his bare hands.

I am sorry I am still not good with accent, still getting the hang with accents and stuff.

You belong to the Braginskis :iconrussiaplz::iconhappyukraineplz::iconbelarusplz:

Hetalia, Russia and every damn Hetalia characters in this story belongs to :iconhimaruyaplz:

The story belongs to :iconaskkally:
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You were dreaming. It was one of those weird dreams where your teeth fell out and it felt real. You shot up into a sitting position in your bed, sweating and panting in fear. You pressed your hands to your jaw and made sure if your teeth were still there. Sighing, you reached over to the end of the bed where your two cats slept. Careful not to wake them up, you slid the sheets off your legs and went down stairs to prepare some breakfast. You took out the box of Cheerios and poured a bowl. You added milk, then went to the table. "Nyaaa~~" That little noise caught your attention. The two cats had crawled tiredly down the stairs. You stood up and crouched beside the two cats. You used both hands to stroke their fuzzy ears.

"Good morning Feli. Good morning Lovi." You said, talking to the cats as if they could understand you.

Personally, you thought they could because the way you found them was very sad. You'd been wandering around the town and ended up in a really shady place. Seeing the two cats looking rather dirty and hungry, you bought them and rushed them home. You cleaned them up, fed them, and bonded with them as fast as possible. Now they were like your kids. Lovi and Feli were just their nicknames, because if you called them by their full names you would draw some weird looks. Lovino and Feliciano were their full names, and cute names at that. You looked up at the clock. 7:00.
"See you two later, Lovi, Feli. It's time for me to go to work."


Feliciano had always been the more loud-ish and vocal cat, while Lovino was a little quieter. Lovi did make loud meows as if he was cursing out his brother-cat.  You got dressed in your room, the two cats sitting quietly on your bed. Once you were finished getting ready, you flew down the stairs, taking two or three steps at a time. You headed out the door, quickly rubbing the cats' ears and locking the door behind you. You ran down the road to the bus stop, caught one and left.

Italy-Cats POVs

"Mio fratello!" Feliciano mewed as he hunted down Lovino. "Where did you-a go off to? Veh?"

Feliciano kicked his little brown-gold legs and hurtled down the stairs energetically. Lovino was sitting on the window sill, wistfully looking at the bus taking you away. He glared angrily. Feliciano hooked a claw innocently into his brothers' tail, which was hanging down. Lovino let out an angry hiss. "WHAT THE CRAPPOLA ARE YOU DOING, IDIOT BROTHER???!!" Feliciano didn't seem fazed by his brothers' reaction. "Veh? What are you looking-a at?"

Lovino turned his attention back to the bus, still glaring daggers. "Ooh! Does mio fratello like-a Master (Y/N)? Feliciano meowed.

Lovino turned to face his brother, poking claws out of his tabby paws. He waved a sharp claw in Feliciano's face. "LIKE MASTER (Y/N) WOULD LOVE US LIKE THAT!!!!" Lovino hissed angrily. Feliciano's fluffy face looked confused. "That's not-a what I asked." Feliciano replied. "Did you forget what we-a are?" Lovino cocked his head to the side, a sad look clouding his amber cat eyes. "No, mio fratello. I didn't forget. I'm not as stupid as you." Lovino mewed. Feliciano bared his little pearly white teeth, intending to smile. "Then she can still find a way to love us. All we-a have to-a do is change a little bit." Feliciano purred.

Your POV

After a tiring day of work, you got off the bus half asleep, and walked down the sidewalk to your house. Eyes barely open, you fiddled with the lock and got inside after a little bit of a struggle. Climbing up the stairs, you were daydreaming about snuggling up against Feli and Lovi and going to sleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. "Feli! Lovi!" you called. "I'm home!"

You opened the door to your room, surprised by how dark it was. You switched on the light.

Your hand flew to your mouth, gasping at the sight before you. Two absolutely naked men were sitting on your bed, looking like they'd been waiting for you. Your eyes bugged at them. "Ciao, Master (Y/N)!!" the one with the reddish brown hair said bubbly. The one with the darker hair started to strangle the other by the throat. "Smooooth move there, mio fratello!!!!"

You stared at them. "WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE???!!!" you screamed.
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You moaned as the sound of your cell phone went off. Grumbling about how stupid people can be and how impolite it was to call at 3 o'clock in the morning you stumbling around your room trying to find your phone.
"Who is it?" you asked completely out of it.
For a moment you didn't recognize the voice, but that accent you could defiantly place, "Italy? What on earth are you doing calling at three?"
"R-Romano and I need your hel-ahhhhhh!"
You heard a voice in the background, "Hang up the damn phone idiota!"
"B-but fratello, _________ can help us ah ah ah ah ah!!"
"Italy, are you alright?" you asked into the phone, "Italy? Italy?" Then the phone went dead. Groaning you put on your shoes and grabbed your car keys. "What has that idiot gotten himself into now?"
Tired out of your mind you made your way to Italy's house.
Thanking God that Italy had given you a spare you unlocked the door and walked into his house. There say the two Italy brothers fussing over…hair…
"Hair?" you asked on the brink of shouting, "You woke me up at 3 o'clock in the morning because of your hair?"
Italy started to cry, "P-Please bella it hurts!"
"Go away!"
You were here you might as well help them. Getting on the bed you grabbed both their heads gently, "Hold still, it'll be over before you know it."
"No ________ don't touch th-ahhhhhh…" Romano let out a stifled moan as you laid a hand on his curl.
"Don't be such a baby Romano," you mumbled, completely absolved in the task of untangling the two curls.
"_-__________,mmmmmahhhhh,' Italy too let out a moan.
"Almost there," you mumbled. "There!" finally the two curls were separated. "What do these things do anyway?" as you asked the question you gave both curls a light tug.
Suddenly two arms wrapped around your waist, "You really shouldn't have done that _________," Italy cooed in your ear.
"You're going to have to take responsibility for what you did," Romano purred into the other ear biting down on it gently.
"What are you two talking about?" you asked letting out a yawn, their antics having no effect on you in the slightest. (You were too tired).
"You pulled on our curls ragazza…"
"Si now you have to-________?"
Yawning you laid down on their bed and went to sleep. "G'night boys," you grumbled.
Italy and Romano stared at you wide eyed, "S-she went to sleep?"
"A FU-."

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Your POV

"Ha-ha-ha-ha….." you panted as you ran to the base of a tree. You knocked on the bark. "Lovi! Feli!"

A mean looking German shepherd had popped out of a bush and chased the brothers half the way home. You were surprised by how fast they retreated and you couldn't keep up. Well, they were cats. You saw two pairs of eyes and two stray curls within the leaves of the tree. Mentally facepalming, you held open your arms like they were still little cats and you were going to catch them.

"Come down here you two! That dog is gone now!" you called up to them.

"MASTER (Y/N)!!" Feliciano shrieked, jumping out of hiding and into your arms.

You blushed because he tackled you to the ground, his arms wrapped around your back. You stuttered so badly, it was impossible to understand. Feli rubbed his face up against your neck, purring. Lovino jumped out of the tree, landing on all four limbs. He regained human stance, and pulled Feliciano up to stand next him.

Feliciano's tail twitched. "Are you jealo-"

"SHUT UP YOU!" Lovino hollered, ears flicking back and forth. He marched back to the sidewalk and toward your house, which loomed in the distance.

Still blushing, you and Feliciano caught up to Lovino. The three of you walked home. What was with all these busy days? It was already 10 'o clock!

The Cats POVs

"Lovino, mio fratello, why are you so-a upset?" Feli mewed quietly as you slept upstairs. He looked awfully distressed.

"Just forget it Feliciano… We should've never transformed in the first place… Master (Y/N) will never love us." Lovino said miserably. "If she does love one of us it would be you… not us "

Feli's face turned more catlike as he snarled. "I know it nay never-a happen, but we may as well-a try." He said.

"There's no point in trying." Lovino countered. "She either wants us as pet cats or human companions. Not both …."

Feliciano dipped his head. "You saw how she reacted when we started turning into complete nekos… It was not how I would of liked, Feliciano." Lovino continued.

Feliciano's eyes flicked about. Something was disturbing your sleep, and even in their human forms, they could sense it. Lovino swerved his ears, attempting to catch a hint. No sound. Together, they meowed in harmony, trying to get you to answer. No answer.

"Fratello! Something's wrong! I feel it! I feel it!" Feliciano cried urgently.

Lovino nodded his head, lashing his tail. He jumped to his clawed human feet. "Feliciano, let's go up there!"he replied with the same urgency.

The two rushed up the stair, and attempted to pull open the door. It wouldn't budge. Together, they slammed their full weight into the barrier blocking them from you. It creaked audibly and broke open.

"Master (Y/N), are you alrig-"

Feliciano was cut off by silence itself. You were gone. Long gone……
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Your POV

Something or someone was underneath you, carrying you, but you were too dazed to know exactly who it was. Your eyes were blurred with sleep and after blinking about a million times, they started to clear. You were startled by who was carrying you. That Frenchman was carrying you over his shoulder.

"WAAUGH!!!" was your battle cry as you viciously struggled out of his grip, kicking and punching violently.

"LADY! Please calm down!!" the Frenchman said, walking into a dark tunnel.

You struggled even more as the darkness enfolded upon you. Francis gripped your legs tighter as you screamed and kicked, his claws digging into your soft, (s/c) skin. Wait, claws? When did he have claws? Light filtered through a metal grate at the end of the tunnel. Francis heaved the grate away from its resting place and tossed you through. You hit the moist floor with a loud and painful smack and realized where exactly you were. You were inside the city's sewer. The Frenchman leapt down, landing on all fours. He stretched and began to walk on two feet again. You raised your eyebrows.

"Meowrrrrr~~~" Francis meowed, his voice filling out through the tunnels.

"Did you just meow?!" you asked anxiously.

A blue-gray tail and a pair of ears appeared on the man with a popping noise and a pinkish glow. He was just like Lovi and Feli, you thought. The Frenchman spun around and blew you a kiss.

"Watch and listen, mon amour." He said, flirtatiously.

Before you could scream, "DON'T CALL ME YOUR LOVE IN FRENCH!!" a strange yet familiar noise hit your ears. It was the sound of pittering and pattering tiny paws. A sound you dearly missed. About 20 different cats of all sizes, shapes, and colors now stood in front of you. With flashes of light and explosions of noise, all of them slowly turned into half human, half cat creatures.

"We are the Nekos, you have taken two of our kind, so you must pay."

These words echoed and reverberated off the walls, in many accents of the world. You flinched at how loud it was. You got to your feet and attempted to look and sound threatening. Crossing your arms and forming you lips into a pout, you gave the Nekos a piece of your mind.

"I didn't take Lovi or Feli! I saved them from some shady guy!" you huffed.

"The two didn't need saving…" was the echo-y reply. "For that you shall pay."

The ground started to bubble underneath your feet, and you began to sink into the slimy, mud-like substance. The mud pulled you in quickly and soon you were up to your thighs in mud. In complete and utter fear, you called the two names you knew best.

"FELI! LOVI!" you screamed.

Suddenly, two shapes broke open the concrete 'roof' of the sewer. How they did it, you didn't know. They landed on either side of you, on their feet, just like the two cats you loved the most. They pulled you out of the quick-mud and set you in between them. They circled around you, their backs facing you, and the two were prepared to protect you.

Feliciano and Lovino had come to save you. Lovino hesitated as soon as he looked closely at your kidnappers. His amber eyes widened.

"They- they're just like us…." He murmured, his voice trailing off. "This must be what we forgot."

Feliciano looked worried. "I'm not a fighter, Master (Y/N)…"

You bowed your head. "I'm sorry, you guys… I think I just expected to much out of you two. I just wanted you two to be happy." You paused. "Truthfully, I love you…." You said, hoping no one would hear.

Lovino's eyes narrowed, his pupils becoming slits. "That's all I needed to hear." Lovino growled.

"Mio fratello and I have to choose for ourselves!!" Lovino hollered at the Nekos. "We choose to stay with Master (Y/N)!!"

All the Nekos sighed together, sounding like some huge animal. "You may as well go." They said "but it'll be your fault if something bad happens. We can't argue with you and we wish you well in the human world."

"WHAT!? I thought we were gonna do something about these traitors!!!" Francis yelled.

"Shut up you twit!" said the familiar voice of you friend, Arthur Kirkland.

"You're one of them too?" you asked curiously.

Arthur pointed at Lovino and Feliciano. "Yes (Y/N), but I think they need your attention."

You nodded. You walked up to the two brothers, and pulled them into a tight group hug. You smiled. Feliciano laughed. Lovino blushed.

Taking their hands, you smiled and said, "Let's go home."

Two Weeks Later

Feliciano was cooking pasta in the kitchen. This confused you because they both had a love for Italian food, when they were both cats. Maybe because they were from Italy? Lovino sat down on the couch next to you, looking like he was going to say something important.

"Master (Y/N)? What are words humans say to proclaim their love for someone?" Lovi asked.

You pressed a finger to your lips, thinking. "Marry me, perhaps?"
Lovino smiled at you, a rare kind of event. "Is there anyone you'd like to marry?"

You smiled back at him. "Lovino-" you chirped "and Feliciano!"

Lovino stared at you intensely. "Are humans able to marry more than one person?"

You shook your head. "No, but I love both of you! And I couldn't even imagine living a life without you! It's like toast and butter! If I only loved one of you, the toast would be too plain and crunchy, or I would need to eat butter with a spoon. Which is really gross!"

Feliciano walked into the living room where you and Lovino sat. "The pastas-a ready!"

You smiled and took Lovino's clawed hand. You guided him to Feli so you could hold both of their hands. Feliciano grinned happily, while Lovino tried hard to smile at his brother.

"I love you two even if you are Nekos!"

"We love you even though you're a human!"
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You closed your eyes, your head tilted back as you waited for Lovino to come to the spot you’d agreed to meet up at. He was running slightly late, not that that mattered; he was your friend and even if he was 2 hours late, you’d still be waiting for him to come.

The foulmouthed Italian was one of your best and closest friends, in fact the two of you were so close, you’d come to consider him as the brother you’d never had. You’d always look out for him, as he did for you and he hung out at your house so often, your parents were no longer surprised when they found him on the sofa.

Something called in the background, but you tuned it out as you only had ears for your own music. The noise kept on going and you opened your eyes in irritation, wanting to know what was disturbing you.

A brown-haired head bobbed up and down in front of you and after a moment you recognised the guy in front of you. Lovino straightened up, still panting a little from when he’d ran to get to you. Despite his best efforts he still came late though.

You looked him over and you raised your eyebrows at him. He blushed, tugging at the collar of the suit he was forced to wear. He’d told his brother and grandfather of his plan and they’d immediately dressed him up, even combing his hair (though they were careful to avoid the curl).

“What’s this?” You teased, grinning at him. He chewed the inside of his cheek, one of his hands behind his back. “Here.” He said gruffly, offering you the bouquet of flowers. Handing it to you, he fiddled with his hands in his nerves and then looked you straight in the eye.

“(Y/n), bella, I’m-I, what I wanted to say today was-, erm, I mean-“ He continued stuttering until you poked his cheek. “Go on, I want to hear.” You said cheerfully, not having a clue what he was on about.

“Ti amo!” When he still say the blankness on your face, he averted his eyes from you. “It means I love you.” Your eyes widened. What?!

You were frozen in your seat, until you gulped and gently placed your hand on his arm. “I’m sorry Lovino.” He stiffened, he knew you only used his full name when you were being serious.

“You’re like the brother I never had, I-I don’t love you in that way.” You told him, guilt expressed clearly on your face. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea-“

He shrugged your hand off him, his lower lip trembling. With that he strode off, leaving you standing with the flowers.

That was two years ago now, but instead of forgetting his feelings for you, Lovino’s love for you only managed to grow, however much he’d tried to crush them, it just didn’t work. After months of sadness and rejection, he’d pulled himself together much to your delight.

After all, it hurt you even more that you were the cause he looked so depressed and even though you tried to stay away from him and give him space, you always ended up going back to him with something you hoped would make him smile.

And it did make him smile and laugh, oh how he loved to see that grin of success on your face when you succeeded in making him laugh. The last couple of weeks though, he’d been starting to get quite persistent, asking you out on dates and wanting to hang out with just you.

His jealousy had been flaring up too as he simply couldn’t stand seeing you as much as talk with another guy. Even if he held his anger in, the aura he exuded was murderous. He tried to claim all of your time and this was getting tiresome to say the least.

When he asked you out again you finally cracked. “Okay, I will.” He let out a cry of victory and grinned widely, blinking when you held your finger up in front of him. “Only on one condition though.”

He nodded determinedly, waiting for your condition. “You’re not allowed to swear, if you do I’m going straight back home.” Twitching his eyebrow slightly, he held his hand out. “It’s a deal.”

So there you were again, that spot where you’d rejected him for the first time all those years ago. You didn’t have a clue why he’d wanted to meet up here of all places, if anything wouldn’t this place be depressing for him?

Oh well, as long as you could listen to your music you were fine wherever you went. “Bella!” He panted again as he skidded to a stop and the strangest sense of déjà vu overtook you. At least he wasn’t brandishing flowers in a suit.

“C’mon!” He pulled you up from your seat, interlacing your fingers together. Walking down the street side by side, the two of you wandered this way and that; simply enjoying each other’s company.

“Aaaaw!” You ran to the window of the pet shop, immediately staring inside and squeeing at how adorable the kittens and puppies were. They looked so fluffy! You just wanted to hug them, and keep them forever!

Lovino chuckled as he squatted down next to you, watching you rather than the cute baby animals. Tapping the glass gently, you giggled when the pets looked up at you. He blushed at your expression, tilting his head to the side as he lowered his head to his arms.

Feeling the prying gaze on your face, you looked up and frowned as you spotted him gazing at you with a faraway look in his amber eyes. “Loviiii~” You chanted, waving your hand up and down in front of him.

He turned red. “What’cha staring at?” You asked, a wide grin on your face. “It’s not like I was staring at you or anything!” He shouted out, thumping his fist against his forehead when he blurted out the truth.  

The silence that hung over the two of you had become awkward and you both fiddled with your sleeves. Lovino broke the quiet first. “I know I’ve told you this before, but I really do love-“

“Aaaw! Look at the little lovebirds!” The two of you jolted up, twisting around to see a group of men wolf whistling at you. “Girl, you’d be better off coming with us, that shortie doesn’t look like he knows how to properly love, if you know what I mean.” One of them placed their arm around your shoulders, waggling his eyebrows as he spoke.

Jeers and cat calls resounded from his friends. Lovino glared at the man, forcefully snatching you away from him. Stumbling slightly, you trembled as the Italian put his hands on your waist. “Don’t you fucking dare to fucking touch her ever again, you son of bitch, otherwise I swear I’ll-“

You placed your hands over his mouth, much to his surprise and the amusement of the men. And after grabbing his wrist, you frantically ran away, the Italian being pulled after you.

“What the fucking hell was that for?!” Lovino growled at you in between his pants. “You promised- you promised not to swear today!” You retorted.

“How can I not get pissed when people start talking to you like that!?!” His shoulders sagged and he slumped against the wall of the alleyway you’d hidden in. He sat down on the floor, dragging a hand tiredly through his auburn locks and slacked a deep sigh. “I get angry when guys like that talk that way to the girl I love.”

You joined him and held his hand gently, your pitiful expression aimed at him. He snatched his hand away from you, rage evident on his face. “I don’t want your pity dammit! I want your heart!”

“I’m sorry Lovi, but I kind of need my heart to survive.” You answered back, sarcasm dripping from your every word. It wasn’t a lot but you could’ve sworn you saw his lips twitch upwards.

But he quickly returned to his seriousness. “I only wanted to be loved by you, I’d be fine if your love was the only love I could get. And yet, your love is the one thing I can’t reach.”
He hid his face in his hands, trying hard not to break out in sobs. Awkwardly you patted his shoulder. “I’ve told you before. You’re like the broth-“

“Don’t say it!” He interrupted, his voice breaking in the middle of his sentence. Though your tears were threatening to fall because of how sad he looked, you stubbornly carried on. “You really are like a brother to m-“

He whipped around, grabbing your hands and pressing his lips against yours. “I’m nothing like a brother.” He murmured when he broke away, a look of triumph on his face. “And I’ll make you realise that one way or the other.”

He stood up, brushing his trousers from the dust. Offering you his hand, he blushed as he looked down at you on the floor. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

Your heart hammered against your chest. What was this?!
It couldn’t be-

There it was again, your heart started pounding when he took hold of your hand and hauled you to your feet. You brushed up against him slightly and an unfamiliar scorching warmth seemed to burn the skin of your face.

“Let’s get you home Ragazza.”

That’s what he said and you agreed to it, but if you were completely honest here; didn’t you want to stay with him a bit longer?
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      "How do I look, [Name]?" asks Francis as he struts around in a dashing suit and tie.

"You look like a fool," You lie, eyes falling upon Antonio as he emerges from a dressing room.

"I look pretty cool, no?" Antonio asks now, adjusting the ridiculous sombrero. You nod approvingly to him, and that makes him smile widely.


"Well I think you look like a fool," Francis pouts and crosses his arms, then struts off to his dressing room after winking at a shopper, nearly making her swoon.

        You sit on one of many black stools as the two come and go in various outfits, France swearing that he looks dead sexy in all of them. And, although he doesn't look too bad in any of them, you enjoy seeing his look of disappointment as he trudges back off to change again upon your harsh disapproval.
After a moment, Antonio comes back out, wearing his normal clothes. "I don't think this place is good for party clothes," he says with a sigh and sits next to you.
You frown a little. "But the party is in a couple of hours…Do you want to hit another store?"

"Nah, I think I have something at home…maybe…"

"He's lying!" Francis swings open the door, revealing himself in nothing more than his boxers that are the color of the flag of France.
"There is nothing at his home that is fabulous enough to wear for the event! We must find yet another store!"

You avert your eyes away from the French man, not wanting to take in the view. Somewhere far off in the store, a woman squeals, followed by the sound of clothes racks crashing down.

"Do you have to make such a big scene?" You ask impatiently. Francis ignores you and keeps on talking.

"We must go to another fashion department; this place has nothing for my dear friend!"

Now he walks out and throws an arm around Antonio, who looks a little red in the face.

"Where do you think we should go, mon ami?"

"I think YOU should go put your clothes back on, no?"

"Please do, Francis. People are staring." You say between gritted teeth.

Francis looks around quickly and spots a woman staring. Then he lets go of Antonio and poses for the lady, successfully making her faint.

"Francis!" You shout, heat rising to your face.

"I have no regrets, and neither will she~!" he skips back into the dressing room and closes the door.

You watch as the woman is aided by two of the store workers, before looking over to Antonio.

"Any word from Gilbert?"

He looks down at his phone and reads off the text message, "'West needs the Awesome Prussia's help, so I will meet you not-as-awesome-guys at the mall when I finish. It shouldn't take too long, because the Awesome Prussia's got this all under control. Und make sure that Francis doesn't get those stupid red plat formers that he's been talking about.' So…yeah…"

"Did he capitalize every time he said 'awesome'?"

"Not the whole word, just the A."

"Surprising…normally, he capitalizes the whole word, as if I'll miss it or something."


"Yeah," You stand and shrug. "Guess we should find another store, then."

Antonio nods and stands as well. At this time, Francis emerges, fully clothed, and says excitedly,

"Alright, let's find another department store. One with prettier women and a better taste in fashion!"


           "Kesesese, you guys are having trouble finding something to wear?"

"Just those two," You gesture to Francis and Antonio, having already picked out something for the occasion.

"I forgot the party was today," Antonio scratches his head with a sheepish smile. Francis shrugs.

"I have plenty to wear.  I just want to wear something new."

Gilbert nods in understanding. "I see…Well, the Awesome Me already has Awesome clothing."

"Not as awesome as mine," You tease him. Gilbert's ruby eyes sharply shoot over to your person.

"Nein! There is no way possible that you could have something more awesome than mine."

"Actually, Gilbert—"

"What do you guys think about this?" Antonio holds up a black button up shirt and a black and yellow stripped tie.
You and Gilbert look over at him slowly, forgetting about your conversation almost instantly.

"Nice shirt…but the tie is not cool," Gilbert shakes his head. Francis quickly snatches the tie away and holds out a plain white one.

"That's better," Gilbert nods.

Francis smiles and hands the tie to Antonio, "Sometimes the simplest are better than the most complex, no?"
Antonio nods quickly, pairing the tie and the shirt.
You look down at your watch. "The party starts in 4 hours, maybe we should go—"

"TO THE FOOD COURT!" Gilbert commands over your voice.


        You facepalm upon watching Gilbert and Antonio have a chugging contest. You don't understand how someone can chug down soft drinks without it burning your throat and bubbling up into your nose.
Francis idly stirs his bowl of ice cream, apparently not amused by their behavior no more than you are.
Gilbert tips his cup back a little bit further, getting to the end. However, Antonio slams his Styrofoam cup down onto the table, rattling the ice.

"I win!" He smirks. Gilbert pulls his cup away quickly and frowns.

"You cheated! The Awesome Prussia never—"

"Well you did today! I'm the boss, I'm the boss! Who's the boss? I'M THE BOSS!"

Gilbert grumbles under his breath and you clear your throat to get their attention.

"What is it?"

"Well, seeing as how it's Alfred's birthday, don't you think you all should get him gifts?" You ask logically.

"I already got him one," says Antonio proudly. Gilbert jumps up quickly, slamming his hands onto the table and rattling Francis' bowl and Antonio's ice.

"Mein gott! I forgot it was his birthday!"

"But it's his party we're going to!" You cry in disbelief.

"I remembered that it was a party, not that it was his birthday! Shit!...Why didn't you guys remind me?!"

"Because we assumed you already knew, seeing as how excited you were to go." Francis says calmly.

"Well then stop assuming!" Gilbert shouts and pulls himself together. "What kind of things does Alfred like? Action figures? Comic books?"

"He isn't a geek, you know." Francis inputs, making you laugh a little and Antonio smile.

"Will you just answer my question?" asks Gilbert in a dangerously calm voice.

"Well, since I bought him the thing he'll like the most, you should get him cologne."

Antonio stands to throw away his trash, taking everyone else's with him politely.

"Thanks," you say. He nods.

"I know the best kind," Gilbert continues, clearly gloating. "But wait…!"
He turns to you quickly.
"What did you get the American?"

Heat rises to your face and you look at the table bashfully. "I knitted him socks."

Gilbert looks at you for a moment and you expect him to break out into a laugh. After a few seconds pass of him staring at you, he slowly pulls away, saying nothing. You look back at him to find that he's turned away.
  "Okay, so we'll go to—"Francis stops his sentence and you stare in shock: a solo slice of pizza goes soaring from somewhere across the court and hurdles towards an un-expecting Gilbert. You stand quickly, beginning to warn him, but it is too late. Gilbert turns quickly and it hits him square in the face. You quickly look to see who might've thrown it; a familiar woman stands there, wearing a smile of satisfaction.

"E—Elizabeth?!" Francis gasps, his pretty blue eyes opening wide. Elizabeth casually walks over to the table as Antonio returns.
Gilbert pulls the pizza off of his face, as it seems to have stuck, revealing his face that is as red as his eye color.

"What was that for?!" he roars, however, Elizabeth doesn't seem to be fazed.

"THAT was because of what you did to Roderich. You thought I wouldn't find out, didn't you!?"

"What'd he do?" asks Antonio, beating you to it.

"He was SUPPOSED to be helping Ludwig bring in a shipment for Roderich. But instead, he was too busy pouring flour and pepper into his tea!" Elizabeth crosses her arms. "And to top it off, he forgot about whose birthday it was, but he still planned to attend the party!"

"Yikes," You scratch your head.

Gilbert wipes his face off with a napkin. "He's just angry because he wasn't directly invited like I was."
You bite your lip, wishing he hadn't called Elizabeth 'he'. She was even wearing a cute skirt today for the occasion.

"You missed a spot, Gilbert," she says quietly.


"Right HERE!" She slaps him across the face with a frying pan that came out of nowhere. Antonio winces and Francis sighs.

"Be careful, you'll give him brain damage or something!" You say worriedly.

Elizabeth smiles, "He's been through much worse."

You look down at Gilbert who's sprawled out on the cold, tile floor.


You look back to see a small, pudgy man with a mustache running at your group.


    "Time to go," Francis stands quickly, "EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES! I'LL SEE YOU GUYS LATER!"
Then he bolts off at the speed of light. Elizabeth stares at him for a moment, before turning back to you three.
"Yeah, I'll see you guys there!" she does the same as Francis, going in the opposite direction.


Antonio grabs up his bag and the three of you take off in the same direction as Francis; across the food court and to the exit. But as you guys nearly make it, Gilbert gasps.

"We can't worry about that now!" Antonio pants desperately. The pudgy man is closing in on you three.

Gilbert veers off to the left, heading for the escalators.
You pursue Antonio, darting around innocent people. "Do we go with him?"

"No way! He's on his own! We'll see him later!" He grabs onto your wrist and pulls you along faster, not letting you follow the crazy Prussian.


You two are approaching the doors at a crazy speed now, so fast that the automatic doors might take too long to open before Antonio runs into them head-on.

"I wonder if…Francis is…waiting for us?" asks Antonio absently between puffs.

"No way, he said 'every man for themselves'!" You remind him hurriedly. Antonio pushes on the door before it has time to open, making it swing back and slam into another, scaring a five year old.

To your surprise, Francis is pulled up close to the doors, waiting in his flashy red sports car.
"Oi! Hurry up!" he calls.

Antonio lets go of your wrist and quickly hops into the back seat while you take the passenger's seat. Francis pulls out quickly, making the tires screech against the tarmac before going full-speed down the street. You look back to see the short man, shouting words you will never hear.

Receiver: Gilbert B. <+_______>

Sent: Did you make it out ok? [9:13pm]
Return from Gilbert: Ja! Im the AWESOME Prussia! Did u expect for me to be caught!? [9:14pm]
Sent: No, no, of course not. So I'm guessing you're still coming to the party, right?[9:15pm]
Return from Gilbert: Dont ask silly questions! Yes Im going![9:15pm]
Sent: Well, the party started about 15 minutes ago. [9:15pm]
Return from Gilbert: I got held up. Ill be there when I get there because you cant tame AWESOME. [9:16pm]
Sent: Yeah, sure. Well hurry up, or you'll miss cake and the drinks. [9:16pm]
Return from Gilbert: U cant tell AWESOME to hurry! [9:16pm]
Sent: Sure, whatever. I'm eating your piece then. [9:17pm]
Return from Gilbert: NEIN! > : ( YOU BETTER LEAVE IT ALONE! [9:17pm]
Sent: I will make no promises ; ) [9:17pm]
Return from Gilbert: DONT MAKE ME HURT YOU![9:18pm]
Thread terminated.


    "Knitted socks!? Dude, these are so awesome! LOOK! They've even got stars on them!" Alfred seems thoroughly excited about your gift to him.

"I'm glad you like them!" You smile merrily, chewing on a piece of cake.

"Seriously, dude." Alfred pulls off his shoes and begins to remove his plain white socks. "Middle of summer or not, these things are badass!"

"Get a hold on yourself!" scolds England, who seems to be in a particularly foul mood on this fine evening.

"Who are you? My mom?" asks Alfred happily, beginning to walk around in the socks.

"I certainly am not your mummy, but I raised—"

"Let him enjoy his birthday, Arthur. Just because you're in a pissy mood because of this anniversary doesn't mean that you have to ruin the entire mood for the party." Francis intervenes.

Arthur blushes vividly and crosses his arms, face in a firm frown as he glares at Alfred shuffling along the carpet around you. He doesn't say a word for the remainder of the party.

You begin to eat Gilbert's slice of cake, eyeing the remaining, seeing that there isn't much left in the whole. Antonio quickly walks over to you.

"Didn't you already have a piece?" he corners you, clearly envious.

"This is Gilbert's piece." You say casually. At this time, Francis makes his way over to you two, walking around Ivan and Alfred's staring contest.

"Another piece?" is all he says.

"It's Gil's." says Antonio. Francis smiles widely, bringing his fork near the cake.

"Share it, mon ami?"

"Dig in, you two!" You laugh. Antonio quickly cuts off a large piece with his fork and Francis does the same.  Then the door swings open, Gilbert walks in like a cool guy until he spots the three of you huddled next to the table around a piece of cake. His eyes quickly dart to the table and he sees that Roderich has just walked away with the last piece, wearing a triumphant grin.

          Gilbert doesn't even close the door behind him or say hi to the birthday boy. Instead, he storms over to you three guilty piggies, looking infuriated.


"I told you I'd eat it~" You wink at him and the other two laugh.

A grin breaks across his face. "I am too Awesome for you three,"

"Whatchu mean by that?" Antonio asks while munching on the cake.

"I'm a step ahead of you!" Gilbert laughs. You frown a little and your chewing slows.

"How so?"

At that second, Ludwig appears, holding a slice of fresh, untouched cake. Gilbert continues to laugh as he takes the plate from his little brother. You look over at Ludwig, who rolls his eyes and walks away silently. Gilbert shoves the whole piece of cake into his mouth and continues to laugh mockingly, spraying cake in various directions.

Francis smiles warmly. "The food is done."

"There was something else being cooked? After the cake?" You turn to him.

"Yes, we're serving chicken."

Gilbert chokes unexpectedly, showering more cake. Antonio grins devilishly.

"Fried or baked?" You ask innocently.

"The chick was too small to be baked, so I fried it, as Alfred requested, since it was always bothering him."

Gilbert gags now, dropping the plate. Antonio and Francis laugh and you laugh a little, hoping in the back of your mind that he didn't really fry Gilbird as he was making it seem.

Gift for :iconsigursaeglopur: that I'm just now getting to.

Someone slap my wrist, I've been such a procrastinator.


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It started out as an unusually calm day at the 'Vargas' brothers' Italian restaurant. The small business was run by the twins, Lovino and Feliciano Vargas. Both were waiters, while their grandfather cooked the orders.

Suddenly, a young lady about their age with [h/c] hair walked in, checking her phone as she waited at the podium to be seated. "How many?"

"Oh, just one. I'm waiting for someone."

"Okay. Right this way~!" Feliciano chirped in his usual cheerful manner as he led the guest to a table near the windows. She happily seated herself and proceeded to wait.

"Hey." Lovino stopped his brother as he was on the way back to the kitchen to fetch the girl a glass of water.

"What is it, Fratello?"

"What's her deal?" He nodded to the girl. He couldn't help but feel curious. She was quite attractive. And she was alone. Why was that?

"Oh, her? I think-a she's waiting for someone." Feliciano smiled and headed back over to her with the ice cold drink.

Lunch service continued on quietly, not quite as packed as the rest of the week. Then again, it usually wasn't this time of day. Everyone was busy at work (for now).
One person was less focused than the rest, however.

Lovino couldn't keep his mind from drifting to thoughts of the mysterious girl. Who was it she was waiting for? He was dying to talk to her. He couldn't help but glance at her as he walked by, seating other guests. Every time their eyes met, a chill ran up his spine at how beautiful her [e/c] eyes were and she would smile at him sweetly and go back to munching on bread or yet again, checking her phone.

Finally, when the sudden stream of customers had stopped for the time being, the two brothers met up in the front. "Hey, you know that girl?"


"I was thinking...since she's so alone...and we don't have that much to do right now...maybe one of us should, you know, go and entertain her or something?"

"Si~! That's a brilliant idea, fratello! She definitely seems like she could use some company."

"So...I guess I'll do it."

"What?" The younger of the two looked up at his brother, amber eyes wide in confusion. "Why?"

"Well? Why not!?" Lovino's hazel eyes sparked in annoyance. What was he trying to say?

Feliciano sighed, running a hand through his auburn hair. "Well, it's just aren't the nicest sometimes..."
"WHAT!?" The dark brunette glared at him.

"Please don't hit me again!!!" the younger of the two held up his arms in protection while Lovino merely sighed.

"I-I guess you're right..."

His gaze wandered back to the girl, who had just checked her messages for the umpteenth time since arrival and watched as she looked out the window. Suddenly, her eyes widened and her hand gently rose to her mouth, trying to stop a gasp. He looked were she was looking and saw a boy, about their age as well, smiling and walking down the street with another girl who seemed to be glued to his side and laughing happily.
When he looked back at the [h/c]-haired girl, he saw tears in her eyes that she quickly tried to wipe away with a napkin.
"I...I'll be right back." Lovino frowned at Feliciano who nodded and went back to work.

"Hey." The Italian approached her slowly and quietly.
"Oh! H-hello!" The girl stammered, trying her best to smile and look cheerful. She failed miserably.

"My name is Lovino." He held his hand out to her and she took it gently, shaking it.
"I'm [Name]."
"[Name]..." He repeated softly to himself. It fit her.
"Do you mind if I...?" He trailed off glancing down at the empty chair across from her.

"O-oh! By all means, please do." [Name] replied, quickly removing her bag and gesturing for him to have a seat.
Lovino smiled at her and sat down, watching her stuff her phone which hadn't left her hands all afternoon, into her bag.

"So... [Name]...What brings you here today? If you don't mind my asking...." The dark brunette shuffled awkwardly in his seat.

"Oh." She frowned and her eyes became watery again. "N-no particular reason...."
He raised a disbelieving eyebrow and she sighed, realizing that the jig was up.

"This guy...That I've liked for a while...He finally asked me out. He said for me to meet him here...for our date...but..." her lip quivered a bit and she took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "I s-saw him just now...w-with another girl."

That, apparently, was the straw to break the camel's back, for tears began to stream down her face and she sobbed uncontrollably.

Lovino growled. "That stupid Bastard. I'll make him pay." Angrily, he began to rise in his seat, until [Name] grabbed his arm.
"L-Lovino! Please don't!"
"Why shouldn't I? The jerkwad made you cry! He deserves to suffer!"
[Name] laughed weakly. "It's alright. Really!"

Then, peering at him shyly, she flashed him a dazzling smile which made Lovino's heart skip a beat.
"And besides, I prefer your company to his any day."
The boy flushed a deep red. "R-really?"
She nodded, smiling wider. "Really."

Grinning, Lovino rose (much to [Name]'s confusion).
"Well Bella, in that case, May I take your order? It would be my honor." He bowed slightly and [Name] giggled, feeling much like a princess despite her depressed state.
"Why of course! But only if you promise me one thing."

Looking at him, talking with him, even just being with him was making [Name] forget her ordeal.  He was positively adorable, as well as kind and her heart buzzed with happiness. Maybe he would be her real prince charming.

"And what might that be, mio amore?" His eyes twinkled and a bemused smile graced his lips.

"Perhaps, you could keep me company awhile longer?"
Laughing, he nodded happily.
"I would love to."
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"Lovi! Oh Lovi-chan!" You called up the stairs.
"Don't call me that!" Romano called beck down the stairs, appearing at the top of them. "What do you want?"
"It's not what I want, it's what you want. Like this, for instance?" you pulled a luscious red tomato from behind your back. Romano's eyes widened. He came down the stairs slowly, eyes on the tomato. You started backing away from him, faster and faster until you were both running around the house. Unfortunately for you, Romano had longer legs and he soon caught up to you. He tackled you to the ground, cursing all the while. You gave him the tomato with one hand and smacked him upside the head with the other.
"What was that for you f****** ragazza?"
"Language, Lovi!" you told him sternly, and then smiled. "Anyway, what I really wanted you for was that we have to go to Antonio's house for that dinner party he invited us to.
"But ______" Lovi started.
"No, don't start on me. We promised. Go and get dressed in something fancier than what you have on.  And so help me God if I come up there and find you're taking on of your siestas." Romano groaned and got off of you and headed upstairs, dragging his feet. Cursing could be heard.
"Language, Lovi! Mind your language!" You shouted after him. The grumbling just got louder. You smiled and followed him up and into your room. You grabbed a _(fav color)_  dress and slipped into it as Romano walked out of the bathroom, dressed in a suit. He zipped up the back while kissing your neck. You tilted your head, giving him better access.  He started getting really into it, sliding his hands around your waist, but somehow you restrained yourself and you shoved his hands off of you.
"We're going to be late!" You exclaimed. But his hands slithered back to where they were and he turned back to your neck. Almost growling, he said,
"And I care why?"
"Because Antonio practically raised you!" You turned around and straightened Romano's tie and slipped out of his grasp. He followed you into the car. Thirty minutes later you knocked on Antonio's door. The door opened swiftly to reveal Antonio, also dressed in a suit and tie.
"_______! Lovi!" He shouted, kissing you on both cheeks. You laughed.
"Say it louder, Antonio. A couple people in Tibet didn't hear that Lovi and I came by." You teased. Lovi grumbled some more. You whacked him again.
"What was that for!?" He practically screamed.
"Language" You told him.
"But I didn't say any-"
"But you were going to" You interjected. Lovi couldn't come up with a comeback, so he just remained silent as Antonio led you both into the house. After dinner and a few hours of jokes and laughs, you and Romano piled into the car. Romano was practically boiling, as he hadn't enjoyed himself at all. By the time you came home, he was cursing every third word. You gave up on reminding him to watch his language fifteen minutes into the drive. You walked in the door and Romano dragged you up the stairs and slammed you into the wall (although he was careful about it) and started kissing you everywhere.
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    You quickly glanced around the room, seeing as no one was around you slowly walk towards the kitchen, no one was there either. Smirking to yourself you grabbed the small ladder, and place it in front of the huge cabinet wall you had. Climbing all the way to the top you opened the smallest door, and reach in to grab a golden box. Picking out on of the finely wrapped squares and shut the box closed, you softly close the cabinet's door then began climbing down the ladder. Once everything was set back to place you smiled widely and jump up to sit on the counter. Slowly you unwrap the nice treat and throw away the wrapper. Checking once again to make sure no one was around you were about to placed the chocolate into your mouth whole, when a loud, "NO!" came out of no where. You jumped and turned around to see your boyfriend, Romano, standing at the door way, pointing at you like you committed some sort of crime

    "(y/n) What the fuck do you think your doing!?" he screamed and your eyes widen, he stomped over to you. Quickly you closed your hand around the chocolate, hoping he didn't steal it form you, "Not even fucking asking me if I fucking want some! Don't you ever think about any else but your fucking selfish self?!" he screamed now standing in front of you with his hands placed on the counter top on either side of your thighs. 

    You pouted and nodded slowly, "True. I'm a selfish human being! You should leave me alone to think of what I've done." then you placed your back of your hand -the one that didn't have the chocolate in it- on your forehead dramatically, "Oh how will I ever live with myself again!" you cried out, hoping it would trick him into leaving. No such luck.

    "Fuck you." he said and tried to get the chocolate from your hands. 

    "That's a good idea! Go to the bedroom and I'll get ready!" you cried out, pulling your hand away from his. No way in hell where you doing to let him get your precious chocolate. Even if it was the last thing you did! 

    "Haha, very funny. Now fucking give me some chocolate!" he yelled reaching for it. You smirked and quickly put the chocolate in your mouth. You bite down into the chocolate and a explosion of creamiest invaded your mouth. Smirking you savored the taste of the dark chocolate in your mouth.

    "Mmmmhmmmm." you moaned and Romano looked at you in disbelief. 

    "CHIGI!" he screamed out and you smirked, thinking you one the battle, but you weren't prepared for what he did next. Romano quickly grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down onto his mouth, instantly he bite your lip causing you to gasp. Romano's tongue went quickly into your mouth, and started running across your teeth. You moaned, but tried pushing him away, but his strong grip on you wouldn't let you. You moved your tongue towards his, trying to push that out of your mouth, but you couldn't even win that battle. You felt the asshole smirk, as he took a piece that was still in your mouth away and placed it in his mouth. You growled and tried getting it back, but he pushed away from you. You glared at him as he savored the chocolaty taste. 

    "Bastard!" you cried out causing him to laugh slightly  "I hope you fucking know that this is chocolate from Germany." you commented. Instantly his face changed from pure pleasure to complete horror. Quickly he was over the sink gagging. You slide off the counter, and patted his shoulder, smirking, "You will learn to never mess with me." And with that you walked out of the kitchen. 
Just a real quick something, that I wrote while eating an Italian chocolate. And no the chocolate wasn't really from Germany, Reader is just screwing with Romano's mind XD
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I could stay awake just to hear you breathing.
Watch you smile while you are sleeping.
While you're far away and dreaming

Romano's eyes gently slid open, his surroundings cleared when he blinked. The green orbs flickered over to view the clock, which was proudly displaying in vibrant red numbers and letters: 6:30 AM. 'Why the fuck did I just suddenly wake up? It's Saturday, I have no work! Maybe I should go get a tomato...' he thought as he was about to get up before he felt something wrapped around his left arm. He looked down and noticed his girlfriend, (Name), sleeping peacefully beside him, currently using his arm as a pillow. A beautiful smile on her lips as she breathed softly still in dreamland, Lovino listened to the even sound, smiling softly himself.

I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever

Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.

He watched his girlfriend with a loving look; Romano almost forgotten she had moved into his apartment a few days ago. Both of them spent the whole last night talking, laughing, watching shows, cuddling, and kissing. He felt like he had won the lottery when (Name) agreed to be his girl, never had the Italian seen such a beautiful girl, inside and out. Right now, as he stared at her peaceful face, he wished he could be here forever. Forever in 6:30 AM, watching the love of his life sleep soundly beside him.

Lying close to you feeling your heart beating,
and I'm wondering what you're dreaming.
Wondering if it's me you're seeing.
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together.

He untangled her (s/c) arms from his own to hug her small frame, cuddling into the warm of her body. (Name) gave a small whimper-like sound as she snuggled into Romano's neck, her chest to his. He could feel her heart beat, it sounded like a wonderful melody that Lovino would never get tired of. He wondered what she was dreaming of as he stroked her (h/c) hair, he hoped it was his face she was seeing. Romano leaned down a little and placed gentle kisses on her eyes lids; he longed to see the sparkling (e/c) eyes he loved. He thanked God that he met her in the store, thankful it was her he accidentally knocked down. Grateful that if was a (nationality) beauty that hadn't been fazed by his cursing and bad temper, whom helped him pick up all his fallen tomatoes. Thankful, it was (Name) who was his girlfriend.

I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do.
I'd still miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing

He couldn't bring his emerald eyes to close, he'd miss her so much. Romano didn't want to miss a single second of her happy, gorgeous face; all of his dreams were of her, even the sweetest dream couldn't come close to the real (Name). He didn't want to waste a moment that could be spent with his girl; maybe that sounded a little clingy, but he wasn't at all. They had a wonderful relationship where they were hardly seen apart, they loved each other that much. Romano could almost feel the diamond ring call to him from its hiding place in the drawer.

I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss

(Name)'s smiles always made the Italian crack a slight smile, her laughs and giggles made him happy and give a goofy grin. Her soft lips against his was like a trip to Heaven. His hand twitched for the drawer, wanting to claim the woman not just a girlfriend, but a fiancee. Even though she always said she loved him, his insecure mind still have doubts. She was so amazing, he was scared he would scare her off.

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
And I don't want to miss a thing

He didn't want to fall asleep, but his eyes were drooping. A quick glance to the clock: 7:45 AM. Wow, he spent so much time thinking about watching her. Pink flushed his face as Romano thought how weird this situation was. 'Oh yeah, I watched you sleep for more than an hour!' Ignoring that, he tightened his grip around her as if somebody might take her away. Her even breaths slowly made him drift off into his own dreamland.


"Good morning, Lovi!~" A weight on his stomach woke him up. The face of his beloved was right in front of his, a quick kiss was planted on his lips before she pulled him up. (Name) was stronger than she looked as she managed to drag the sleepy Italian to the breakfast table where their food was set up.
He gave her a rare smile, "Grazie, (Name)! When did you wake up?" It was around 9 now, she couldn't have woke up long ago...
"Like 8:30! You were sleeping so cutely, I didn't want to wake up," she gave a giggle at the red that rose to his cheeks at her compliment.

"Shut up and eat your waffles, idiota," he grumbled as he bit into a bright red tomato. Romano's green eyes drifted over to his girlfriend, whom was munching on her food with an adorable expression.
He stood up and headed to their room, telling her that he was getting something and to wait for him and close her eyes. He opened the drawer, carefully pulling out a deep blue, velvet box; a beautiful diamond ring sparkled in the velvet. 2 (favorite gem) sat on either side of the diamond, (Name)'s favorite. Romano ran back to the kitchen, the box behind his back. He knelt on one knee, opening the box to display the ring, "Open your eyes, amore mio..."

(e/c) eyes blinked open, focusing on him; she gasped, covering her mouth, which formed an 'O' shape.

"(Name)... You were always there for me, picked me up when I was down. Supported me when I felt alone. I had the honor of spending 3 years as your boyfriend, but I ask to spend my whole life with you. The most bella ragazza I have ever known or seen, and most caring and kindest person. You put up with my attitude, never put me down or say my brother is better than me... And, most all of... You love me. So, marry me, dammit!" He looked up to see tears falling from her eyes as she nodded repeated before tackling him to the ground in a hug.

"OF COURSE, YOU SILLY ITALIAN." She yelled. He slipped the ring onto her finger then pulled her into a passionate kiss, happy to be able call her his fiancee.

"Ti amo, (Name)." "Ti amo troppo! Now, I need to go finish my waffles..." "You are such an idiota... But you are my idiota."
OKAY MY HANDS HURT. This was a spur of the moment "remember I entered in contest" thing. I LOVE ROMANO SO MUCH. I just want to hug him so I decided to use this song for him. This was about a few hours of work, so I hope it's good! :iconyayromanoplz:
Grazie- Thank you
Idiota- Idiot
Amor mio- My love
Bella ragazza- beautiful girl
Ti amo- I love you
Ti amo troppo- I love you too
Picture found here:… (artwork deleted but there's the artist)
Romano is from Hetalia
You is from you.
Song is "I Don't Want To Miss A Thing" by Aerosmith.
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Gilbert Beilschmidt

(I was never really happy with this fic, so I've re-written it! The main plot has remained fundamentally unchanged, I just wanted to beef out the relationship between Gilbert and the reader a little more, so I've done just that. I hope you guys like this new and improved version, because I certainly prefer it!)


Scowling at the clock wasn’t going to improve your situation, but you did it anyway. The way the little metal hand ticked methodically around the numbered disk was really starting to get on your nerves. The mechanics seemed to be mocking you, counting down your final seconds of freedom as they rapidly diminished before your eyes.
“__________!” A voice hollered from the kitchen “Are you ready? Everyone will be here soon!”
“Yeah.” You replied flatly. It wasn’t as if you needed reminding of your regretful position. Family reunions weren’t all bad; you could deal with the mirthful uncles and fussy aunts, surviving the overly affectionate grandparents could be a trial, but it was bearable. What you struggled with, were your dad’s step kids. Ludwig wasn’t so bad, once you got past his stoic demeanour he was responsible, mature, and an easy guy to get on with. The issue had arisen almost immediately after you’d met his brother, Gilbert. You really hated people like him. When the two of you had first been introduced he’d actually had the audacity to ‘permit’ you to speak to him. Things had only gone downhill from there, however you soon discovered that avoiding the albino was easier than any attempt to reason with him. The only time that contact was compulsory was New Year’s Eve, and so the 31st of December had become a year’s worth of torture for you. The doorbell chimed as if on cue, however the sound resonated inside your skull mocking your misfortune.
“Sweetie, could you get that for me?”
“Sure thing.” You trudged down the stairs, eyes glued to the looming door throughout your descent. Plastering a fake smile onto your face, you prepared for battle and opened the door.


You’d been only five years old when the fights had started. At first you hadn’t thought much of it; Daddy would use his angry voice when Mummy did something wrong, and Mummy would slap Daddy when he said something rude. The same would happen to you if you were bad - being reprimanded with shouting or a light slap to the back of the hand wasn’t unusual.
“Daddy, why is your face so colourful?”
You’d never seen a black eye before. He’d smiled sadly at you and given you a hug, telling you he’d fallen over the previous evening. He fell over a lot after that.
A couple of years later, your parents had sat you down on the sofa and told you that they were going to be living separately from then on.
“Does that mean Daddy won’t fall over anymore?”
At that, the parent in question left the room while the other broke down in tears. You may have been a child at the time, but you had never been stupid.

When you were nine, Daddy had announced that he was getting re-married. Both of your parents seemed happier now, and you were glad for it. Although your time had to be split between the two of them, it was preferable to the screaming and the supposed “clumsiness”.
“Guten tag, __________.”
You had looked up at the pretty lady, confused. She was nice, with a warm smile, and your father had told you that she would be your ‘mutti’ - whatever that meant - but sometimes she said the strangest things.
“What does that mean?”
She had opened her mouth to answer but the strange boy with the white hair had gotten there first.
“Dummkopf! You don’t even understand that much?”
He had been instantly scolded for speaking to his new schwester - another strange word - that way, and you learnt that apparently dum…something, was a very rude thing to say.
You’d spent the rest of the day with your new step-family. It hadn’t taken you long to decide that you approved of your father’s new wife, who was tall and fair with pretty blue eyes. The blond boy, Ludwig, looked a lot like her but didn’t talk nearly as much. Since he was only seven you’d assumed he was shy, but over time you discovered that this was simply his personality, not that you minded.
His brother, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more different. His hair was messy as opposed to slicked neatly back, and his eyes were a shocking crimson colour which you had found quite enchanting… until he opened his mouth, that was. If there was one thing that you had very quickly concluded about Gilbert Beilschmidt, it was that he could not shut up about himself. He had just continued to talk and talk and talk all day about nothing but his own self-proclaimed awesome. Thanks to him, your favourite memory of the day had been seeing your mother pull up in her car to take you home.
She had stood talking to Daddy and Mutti for a while, causing you to shift nervously while you stood to the side with your new siblings.
“You look nervous Frau.”
That was the first time you’d heard Ludwig speak, but all you could do was smile weakly, choosing to ask what the foreign word meant later.
“I just don’t want them to start yelling again, it’s a little scary.”
“Vas it bad? When your Mutti und Vati lived together?”
“Sometimes.” You had only been able to whisper at this point. “They used to tell me that he fell.”
Ludwig's eyes had narrowed at this.
“She hurt him?”
You nodded slowly.
“They never hurt me, but I saw it once. He was screaming and screaming and it wouldn’t end, I couldn’t sleep so I crept downstairs and… well he kept telling her to stop, but she didn’t. Eventually, he hit her back too.”
Your eyes flickered away from your parents and caught Ludwig's look of concern.
“He’d never hurt your Mutti though, he was just defending himself. Not that I’m saying it was right, neither of them were, but I think Daddy just wanted it to end.”
“Do you know why they fought?”
“I’m not sure, but I think it was my fault.”
“Well it got worse after I saw Mummy kissing the strange man. If I’d never mentioned it to Daddy then-”
“Hiding it vould have been unawesome of you.” You’d turned to the albino in surprise.
“But when Mummy found out she said that I’d ruined everything.”
“Nein, your Mutti is ein Dummkopf, she shouldn’t have-”
“Don’t call her that!” You’d quickly grown angry at his words, and things had escalated from there. Gilbert had chanted the word over and over, taunting you until you’d grabbed a fistful of white hair. In return he’d shoved you over and the two of you had ended up in a full on brawl, much to Ludwig’s alarm.
Eventually the adults had managed to pry the two of you apart, but it had not been a promising first meeting.


“Gilbert.” Despite the obvious pretence in your voice he smirked, crimson eyes alight with expectations for the games to come.
“Vell if it isn’t mein favourite frau, how did you cope an entire year vithout me?” You grimaced – there was the superior tone you’d come to expect from the albino, just because he was slightly older than you.
“I did miss you terribly brother dear.” you watched as the light in his eyes flickered slightly, he’d never once considered you his sister despite encouragement from your father to ‘get along well as siblings’.  Calling him your brother was one of the few ways to really get on his nerves.
“I’m sure the awesome me can make up for lost time.”
“I’m sure you can try.” He bit back a retort as Ludwig approached the doorway accompanied by your father and step-mother.
“Hey __________, I haven’t seen you since… summer vasn’t it?”
“Luddy!” You squealed in genuine delight. Throwing your arms around his neck, you missed the spiteful look Gilbert shot towards the blond. Ludwig patted your head awkwardly, looking anywhere but over your shoulder. As you proceeded to great the two remaining guests he approached his older brother warily.
“You don’t need to look so smug.” Gilbert hissed. “It vas just a hug.”
“I’m not smug, you’re just bitter. If you vant her to like you, stop being such a-”
“Who said I vant her to like me?”
“Alright, no need to get all defensive.” Ludwig shrugged and made his way into the house to greet your mother, leaving Gilbert to rant at the air.
“I just don’t understand vhy that voman doesn’t like me. I mean, vhat’s not to like? I’m awesome.”


“Sie sind sehr schön.”
Gilbert hummed in agreement, his gaze never wavering.
“I vas talking about Mutti.”
Tearing his eyes from where you stood quietly behind the bride, Gilbert glared at his younger brother whose usually stoic expression was twisted into one of amusement.
“So vas I!”
Ludwig shushed him quickly, a sharp reminder that the two of them were stood beside the alter in front of a large crowd as the newlyweds recited their vows. The brothers continued to stand in silence, one amused the other irritated, as the ceremony dragged on. It was deathly boring, Gilbert decided. A dull and completely unawesome affair. The bride and groom both looked happy, and he supposed that was good enough, but it felt like he’d been standing there for years.
Gilbert was co-ring bearer alongside Ludwig, and you were a bridesmaid. A very pretty bridesmaid. A very pretty bridesmaid who had caught him staring and was now glaring back with hatred burning behind your pretty eyes. Had Gilbert been anyone else, he might have tried to befriend you over the past few months leading up to the wedding. However, he was awesome, and therefore he was sure that you would come around to his charms eventually without him having to apologise for pulling your hair, or teasing you about your laugh, or telling you that the bridesmaid dress looked stupid on you after seeing you spinning around so happily because Ludwig had complimented you before he could.
At least, he hoped you would.
The ceremony had ended with a kiss as was traditional, and Gilbert watched you practically glow at the romantic gesture. When he followed your adoring gaze the sight caused him to grimace in disgust. It looked like they were trying to eat the other’s face off; why anyone would want to exchange saliva with another person, Gilbert would never know.


The atmosphere in the lounge was suffocating, and the worst part was that the only other person to have noticed, besides yourself and the opposing party, was Ludwig, who had been roped into a conversation between his mother and yours. The most he could do was shoot you sympathetic glances from across the room. You made a bid for freedom only to feel the arm that had snaked itself around your waist tighten. Your assailant gave a Cheshire-cat grin, his blood-coloured eyes radiating pleasure from the way you winced as his fingertips dug into your hip.
“You two get on splendidly, the whole family was worried you know, when your dad announced he was getting remarried, no-one knew if his little girl would be okay with it, but it’s great to see that you gained such a protective older brother.” The older man’s oblivious ramblings continued. You couldn’t decide which was worse; the man who stood before you reeking of alcohol and babbling endlessly, or the way that Gilbert had attached himself to your side like a leach. You stiffened as lips brushed against your ear and concluded that the latter was infinitely more dangerous.
“Do you vant to get out of here?” To anyone else it would look like two young adults having a quiet conversation, but to you the gentle whispers only reinforced the ferocity of his iron grip.
“If a certain somebody hadn’t stopped me I’d already be gone.” He chuckled quietly.
“I could hardly have you leave vithout me. Besides,” he lowered his voice further “I have to make up for a year’s vorth of awesome.”
“My year had plenty of ‘awesome’ without your input thanks.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. Really.” You tilted your head back just a fraction so that you could meet his crimson gaze. “There’s just this one guy who I’ve been avoiding all year. I almost managed it too, but he had to slither back into my life right at the end.” You practically spat the last few words out in disgust, venom dripping from your tongue. Gilbert hissed in response, before darting forward and nipping your ear. You cried out, more from shock than pain, and your hand shot up to cover your abused ear. It wasn’t particularly loud, but it was enough to draw the attention of the relative before you, as well as several glances from those around you.
“__________ isn’t feeling to vell, I think it’s the noise of everyone here together. I’ll take her upstairs for a moment.”
“If you had a headache you should have just said so my dear!” He pounced upon his next victim, a spindly looking woman in her late forties who might have been from your mother’s side of the family. “When I was their age I used to get terrible headaches-”


Several years later, when you had turned up on the doorstep of his family home in the middle of a thunderstorm, sixteen year old Gilbert understood what his ten year old self had not.
You clearly hadn’t been expecting the sudden downpour and your thin shirt clung to your figure nicely, highlighting the developing curves of your teenage body. You pushed past him and into the hall without a word, leaving plenty of time for the male to thoroughly appreciate the little rivulets of water which ran down your neck and chest, tempting him to pin you to a wall and kiss them away before giving in to his desires and-
Of all the women in the world, of course he had to be violently attracted to the one who doubled as his step-sister. Part of him wished the marriage had never happened, but then again if it hadn’t he would have likely never seen you again. At least this way he could be close to you - torturously so - on a regular basis.
“Earth to Snow White?”
Crimson eyes narrowed, partially due to irritation at himself for being unable to concentrate, and partially because of the unawesome nickname you’d taken to calling him over the past few years. You sighed and rolled your eyes, a clear indication of your exasperation.
“Not paying attention again? Really?”
Gilbert snorted at this, your comment was rather ironic considering the only thing he could do was pay attention to you. He realised too late that you had interpreted his response as mocking you.
“I was asking where Dad is.”
“Out.” He liked your angry expression, it usually meant that he was at the forefront of your mind.
“Care to elaborate, Princess?”
The sarcastic jibes were slightly less welcome.
“The happy couple vent out on a date, they von’t be back until this evening.”
At this you groaned, running a hand though your wet hair.
“What about Luddy? He’s here right?”
Of course your precious Ludwig got an affectionate nickname, he scowled and his voice came out a little sharper than he’d intended.
“Mein Bruder vent to stay vith some friends for the veekend.” You cursed under your breath and a smile blossomed on his pale lips.
“So you get the awesome me all to yourself!”
“Lucky me.” You nodded thoughtfully before spinning on your heel and making a beeline for the door. Not giving you time to make your great escape, Gilbert grabbed you around the waist and threw you over his shoulder. You let out a shriek of indigence and began to yell insults at him as you thrashed about, but to no avail. While the older brother was not as broad or as heavily built as the younger, he was by no means weak.
“Scheiße frau, you’re heavier than you look.”
“Oh no you don’t! You are not allowed to kidnap me and then insult me too!”
“You came to see me of your own free will.”
“No, I came to get out of the rain and maybe have a drink with everyone who lives in this house who isn’t you. Now let go!” He ignored your demands and began to carry you up the stairs, a firm grip on your squirming form.
“Bloody hell Gilbert!”
“Vhat’s this? You actually do know mein awesome name!”
“I’d be a pretty shit person if I didn’t even know my darling brother’s name.” You had stopped struggling, but the self-proclaimed Prussian didn’t miss the snide edge to your tongue. Having reached his desired destination, he abruptly dropped you in the shower and sprayed you with hot water, causing a yelp of surprise.
“I’m not your bruder, frau.” He turned and left the bathroom, lacking the laughter which would usually have accompanied such an unawesome reaction. “Get yourself varmed up vhile I find some spare clothes.”
He could feel you looking at him suspiciously, as if waiting for the catch. There usually would be one, he realised, but right now he was too frustrated to care, that one word ringing through his mind.


Gilbert had swept you out of the room in a matter of seconds, wasting no time in dragging you upstairs into the thankfully empty hallway.
“What the hell was that?” He only arched an eyebrow at your exclamation.
“That! Just then.”
“That vas the awesome me, helping the less-awesome you get out of a conversation vith that completely un-awesome alcoholic.”
“You bit me.” You touched your ear lightly, heat rising in your face from both anger and embarrassment.
“I didn’t bite you hard, and you vanted to get out of there just as much as I did so it all vorked out.” You could do nothing but stare at the albino in disbelief. He just shrugged and sank down to the floor. After another minute of being stared at he gestured at the space beside him. “Are you going to stand there all day?” Begrudgingly you sat next to him, arms crossed defensively.
“Sorry.” Gilbert was the first one to break the silence.
“For biting you. Did it hurt?” Your mind seemed to freeze up. The words ‘Gilbert’ and ‘apologised’ didn’t fit together, it was about as unlikely as the combination of ‘Arthur’ and ‘Master Chef’. Your thoughts were only set in motion by the sensation of Gilbert’s fingers gently brushing through your hair as he examined your ear. You slapped his hand away, eyes wide.
“I’m fine.” You averted your eyes from his as the crimson orbs seemed to radiate pain at your rejection; mentally, you convinced yourself that you were mistaken.
“I have vomen tripping over their own feet just to get my attention, and then there’s you. Even vhen I’m standing there with my arms around your vaist you’d prefer to be talking to mein bruder. How is it that one frau can resist me so easily?” His superior tone had reappeared and you needed no more convincing that you’d been mistaken.
“That’s because this frau doesn’t like self-absorbed egoistical narcissists.”
“All those vords meant the same thing.”
“Maybe that’s because I struggle with finding anything else to say about you. Honestly, what else is there? I’ve known you for ten years now and I really don’t know.”
With that you began to stand up, however strong arms engulfed you, sending you sprawling into the albino’s chest. Your patience that had been slowly deteriorating over the course of the evening was finally at breaking point, so when you raised your head to face the undoubtedly smug idiot you were prepared to unleash hell.


Later that same evening, after you’d changed into a spare pair of baggy jeans and a large hoodie with the Prussian flag on the back (no prizes for guessing who that belonged to), Gilbert introduced you to the newly adopted Gilbird. You’d laughed at the name, saying you shouldn’t have been surprised, but it was your happy expression as you petted the little bird which Gilbert focused on.
“He’s mein awesome friend so of course I had to give him an awesome name to match.”
You’d rolled your eyes at this, but the smile never left your lips. He liked your smile, always had, it just seemed to be more difficult to coax out of you than your anger was.
The little chick nuzzled deeper into your cupped palms and your smile grew. The albino watched as you brought Gilbird up to your lips and planted a gentle kiss atop his fluffy head. First his younger brother, and now his pet. It seemed like everyone received your affections except for him. On the bright side you were wearing his clothes, if only for now, and that was a sight he could definitely get used to.
Seeing as the storm didn’t look like it was letting up anytime soon, and it was at least a twenty minute walk to your mother’s house, you grudgingly opted to stay with Gilbert. It was clear to him that you had no desire to feign pleasant conversation, and so he suggested watching a film. You had readily agreed to this suggestion, but the almost-smile which had graced your lips was long gone. Gilbert couldn’t help himself; every time you picked one of the DVDs he felt the irresistible impulse to mock you for the sake of watching you become gradually more frustrated. Eventually you snapped.
“Fine! Then you pick something if you’re going to be such an ass about it!”
Now laughing with the twisted achievement of having gotten to you yet again, Gilbert grabbed the box closest to him and tossed it in your direction. You’d snorted, and it took him a moment before he realised that the film he’d so whimsically chosen was one of his mutti’s chick-flicks.
“I didn’t think that Mr Awesome himself would be into such a sappy film.”

Being unable to correct his decision because someone as awesome as him didn’t make mistakes, Gilbert had no choice but to slump back on the sofa as the titles began to roll. It was worth it to see you laugh like that…
…Or so he had thought. The film was a painful reminder of why Gilbert steered clear of overly cliché rom-coms such as this one. Barely twenty minutes in and he was actually considering admitting to you that his pride had gotten in the way of watching something half-decent, when he felt the weight of your head on his shoulder as you snuggled into him.
“I knew you vouldn’t be able to resist my charm forever, frau.” When the jibe didn’t raise a response, he frowned. “__________?”
You murmured something incomprehensible at the sound of your name, nuzzling against him, and Gilbert realised that you were asleep. Quietly so as not to wake you, he reached for the remote and turned the film off.
“It vas crap anyway.” Gilbird cheeped in agreement.
He’d sat there for a while, just watching your peaceful features. You snuggled deeper into his hoodie and smiled softly, causing the albino to unconsciously mirror the expression. Of course, then his attention was focused on your lips and his thoughts turned back to how it would feel to kiss you. Before he could stop himself, the pad of his thumb brushed over your lips and you exhaled gently. If he maneuvered you just a tiny bit, tilting your head up slightly while he craned his neck down, he’d be able to satisfy his fantasies. Gilbert imagined pulling you against him and devouring your lips, giving you cause to whimper his name in pleasure. He wondered what expression you’d make if you woke up right now, your lips only an inch away from his own. Would you scream curses and obscenities at him? Probably.
He chuckled at the thought, loving your fiery temper and the way a special level of anger seemed to be reserved just for him. There was the alternative of course, though he didn’t hold out much hope for such a thing. The idea of you returning his feelings, actually wanting to kiss him and be kissed in return, was so ridiculous that he’d never even considered it.
‘What if’ though? What if you would respond willingly, eagerly even? What if you wanted to touch him just as much as he did you? What if-
At the sound of the front door opening, he tore himself away from you and tried desperately to calm his beating heart. He hoped he wasn’t blushing, he couldn’t tell. He scrambled over to the DVD player and returned the terrible film to its case, as if that were what he’d been doing all along.
Your father had been somewhat bewildered to see you asleep on the sofa, and Gilbert had coolly explained how you’d been in the neighbourhood when the storm started and had decided to drop by. As far as the happy couple were concerned, you’d taken shower, borrowed a change of clothes, and fallen asleep after watching a film with your responsible older brother.
God he hated that word.


You hadn’t been prepared for warm lips to press against yours as the hand that wasn’t ensnaring you against the owner’s body held the back of your head, preventing you from pulling away. Your eyes widened in shock and for a moment you were frozen, your mind having gone completely blank. Gilbert Beilschmidt, the egotistical and intolerable albino who had raised hell in your life since day one, was kissing you. This would have surprised you enough, had it been only the brotherly peck on the cheek Ludwig had once graced you with - though he had blushed terribly afterwards - but this… There was absolutely nothing brotherly about the way he caught your lower lip between his teeth, or the way his tongue darted out to taste you. Even more alarmingly was the way your body refused to push him away; your eyes had slipped closed and your fingers were actually burying themselves into his white hair, tugging him closer in an almost needy manner. You felt him groan with approval, that arrogant smirk you so hated working onto his face. Finally regaining control of yourself, you tore away from him and stared wide-eyed at the man who was looking at you lustfully. Neither of you said a word, but you could see the haze of desire which clouded his gorgeous crimson eyes slowly lessen as the seconds ticked on.

Gilbert watched your face carefully, wanting nothing more than to continue what he’d started because you’d kissed back. The very same ice queen who he had thought decided in her hatred, had kissed him with a hunger comparable to his own, and now here you were straddling his lap, your fingers still tangled in his hair and your face flushed a delightful shade of red, trying to sort things out in your mind. The confusion was evident in your expression; you clearly hadn’t expected yourself to return his feelings any more than he had. Gilbert knew exactly what you were going through, it was the same thing he’d felt when he first realised that the reason he’d never managed a stable relationship was because he kept comparing them all to you.
“G-Gilbert I…” Your trembling fingers fell from his hair as you stared at him like a deer in the headlights. “We can’t…”
“Don’t think too hard about it.” He spoke softly, well aware that one wrong move could mean that he lost you forever. Cupping your jaw gently in both hands, Gilbert pulled your lips back to his in a kiss which was no more than a tender brush of his lips against yours.
He wasn’t good at this, he never had been. Expressing his emotions had never come easily to him and that was part of the reason the two of you had fought like cat and dog for all these years. Everything he intended to say became warped into an insult, meaning he would upset you when his intention had been to compliment, or infuriate you when all he wanted to do was make you smile. In reality, he hadn’t really changed all that much from the stupid little boy who couldn’t tell the bridesmaid that she looked pretty.

Logically, you knew this was wrong. You knew that your family wouldn’t approve, and nor would his, despite the lack of blood-relation. They’d always told you that you were siblings, brother and sister, but you’d never seen him as such. He was just Gilbert.
Gilbert: the stupid little boy who was rude and mean and seemed to do his best to make you cry. Gilbert: the idiotic teenager who could do nothing but tease you with that stupid smirk plastered on his face. Gilbert: the only man you’d never been able to get out of your mind no matter how hard you tried.
You murmured his name quietly and he pulled back, an almost pleading expression in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but you never gave him the chance, pressing your fingertips to his lips firmly before he could say a word.
“You know we shouldn’t, just as well as I do.” Being certain he would try to protest, you made sure to keep talking. “The happy couple have been married for ten years, you and I have endured ten years of being told that we’re supposed to get along as siblings, for ten years we have been the worst of enemies, and now you just go ahead and kiss me out of the blue?”
“__________ I-”
“Dammit Gilbert, don’t you understand that this could ruin everything?” These words caused a torrent of German curses.
“Of course I do verdammt! Vhy else do you think I never said anything for all this time!? I’m not so stupid that I didn’t realise this sort of thing vould be considered taboo as far as our parents are concerned but I still-”
The rest of his words were lost the world as you cut him off by pressing your lips firmly against his, eliciting a grunt of surprise from the albino. You ran your tongue sensually across his lips before pulling away and, eyeing Gilbert steadily, you finished what you had been trying to say beforehand.
“That’s why, if we’re going to do this then you need to be sure it’s what you want.”
There was a short pause.
“Are you sure I’m what you want, Gilbert?”
Abruptly, you were thrown back against the wooden floor, wrists pinned above your head. The self-proclaimed Prussian didn’t waste a second in claiming your lips, taking advantage of your shock and dominating the kiss with his tongue. You let out a muffled moan which he greedily swallowed, pressing his body closer to yours with a possessive growl. Relaxing, you allowed Gilbert to coax your tongue into dancing with his as he kissed you with a carnal passion, dominating every corner of your mouth as he tasted you. He was firm and demanding, you could feel the desire to make you submit to him, but despite this there was a simultaneous compassion; concealed amongst the forceful kisses that rained upon you were a considerable number of tender ones. When he begrudgingly withdrew, you noticed he was not without a blush of his own.
“If anyone comes up here your ‘kind and caring brother’ image will be ruined.”
“You think I give a shit? I never once considered you my sister.”
“I know.” The corner of your mouth twitched into a smile. “No one is going to approve of this.”
“Then ve’ll just have to keep it a secret, von’t ve?”
White strands of hair tickled your forehead as he dipped his head towards you again, but a loud bang from outside caused both of you to jump. The clinking of glasses could be heard from downstairs along with well wishes for the New Year.
“Firevorks...” He mumbled. “How the hell did the awesome me get freaked out by firevorks?” You began to giggle, and he pouted at you before adding his own unique laughter to yours.
Quite honestly, Lukas had no idea what he was doing. Here he was, sitting in the middle of class, blatantly ignoring Mr. Germania’s lessons, and openly staring at her. (F/n) (L/n) was a beautiful young woman, but not in the conventional, 10-lbs.-of-makeup, preppy clothes way. Instead of focusing on her looks, she focused solely on her studies and excelled, ensuring that her life would be easier after both high school and college. Her lovely (e/c) eyes were covered by stylish glasses. Even without trying, she could wear the school uniform of a black skirt and a white button-up quite nicely. Her seat was right by the window in the very back, and the sunlight streaming in through the windows hit her just perfectly, making her seem as beautiful as Frigg.

Her eyes were glued to the wooden desk in front of her, hurriedly scratching down notes as she listened intently to the lesson. All around him, Lukas could hear the students yawning and nodding off as Mr. Germania jotted down key points on the chalkboard at the front of the class. Unfortunately, the teacher didn’t believe in decorations, so the room was a bland white with the occasional set of cupboards against it. Overall, the classroom practically invited sleep, but luckily, Lukas and (f/n) were still awake, though she was the only one actually taking notes of the two.

(F/n) was so similar to himself, but still, Lukas couldn’t find the courage to go up and talk to her. Despite being fairly nice-looking himself, Lukas was painfully shy around the women he liked. As of late, that woman was (f/n). His little brother, when not occupied with his boyfriend from Hong Kong, would often try to coach him on how to start a conversation with her, but it always failed. Miserably.

“Mr. Bondevik!”

Hearing his name spoken sharply broke him and the entire class out of his reverie, and brought all eyes to him, including (f/n)’s. His pale face flushed red as he stuttered out an answer. “Y-Yes, sir?”

Mr. Germania scowled fiercely at him, blue eyes frosty cold. Some students claimed he looked like an older, not-quite-as-elfish Legolas, what with his oddly-styled long blonde hair, but overall, it just added to his intimidating aura. “I would appreciate it if you would stop staring off into space while I teach. The next time I catch you will be detention. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” he murmured, cowed into submission. The history teacher was fiercely strict, and it was no wonder that Ludwig, his son, was almost exactly like him. It especially didn’t help that he was also Lukas’s uncle; that meant he had double authority over him.

“Hmph.” With a final shake of his head, Mr. Germania turned back to the lesson on Vikings. “Now, as I was saying…”

Lukas didn’t dare look up at (f/n) for the rest of the class. But at the bell’s ringing, he chanced a glance over to where she sat…

…but instead found himself at eye level with her chest.

“Hi, are you Lukas?” the (nationality) girl greeted sweetly, unaware of the view she was presenting him with.

‘Look up, look up, dummy!’ Forcing his violet-eyed gaze upward, he stood up quickly. “Er…ja, that’s me,” he replied somewhat nervously. Already, he was feeling a clammy sweat break out under his arms.

“Great! Umm…I was wondering…” Unconsciously, she adjusted her glasses, and her smile turned shy. “Could you tutor me? I’m afraid I don’t really have a talent for history.”

His heart soared in his chest. She wanted him to tutor her?! Hallelujah, opa, Mazel Tov and all those other shouts of joy! “Sure,” he replied simply, shifting from foot to foot slightly. “What time would be best for you?”

Her (s/c) face seemed to glow with excitement. “How about after school today in the lounge? Would that work?”

Unable to force out anything more, he nodded simply, reverting back to his stoic face by default. (F/n) seemed unfazed, however. “Great. Oh! Hang on!”

Rummaging around in her (f/c) bag, she produced an ink pink and took his hand. If she hadn’t been holding it, Lukas was sure it would have been shaking. “Here. Just in case…” She wrote down something on her hand, and he resisted the urge to twitch at the tickling sensation. “…you need to talk to me.” Grinning, (f/n) grabbed her things and strode out of the classroom. “See you after school!”

Like an idiot, Lukas stared after her for a while even long after she was gone. Finally, he looked down at his hand to see what she’d written. A rare smile lit up his face.

‘(Your Phone #)’.

*Time-Skip to Lunch Time*

“Are you serious?! You got her number?!”

Lukas scowled in annoyance at the loud, blonde, and obnoxious Dane. They were all gathered in the cafeteria room, where dozens of other tables like theirs were filled to the brim with hungry students. “Yes. What concern is it of yours?”

Eagerly, Matthias Køhler leaned across the table, blue eyes lit up in mischief. “Well, for one, you’ve have your eye on that lovely girl for the last-”

To shut him up, he shoved a piece of bread down his throat, halting his sentence. “Shut up.”

Heaving a sigh, Matthias’s girlfriend, Anya Marchese, a tall white-haired girl that was as Danish as her boyfriend, thumped his back to dislodge the bread. Oddly enough, she was a tad more cool and level-headed than the Danish male, but Lukas had seen her thrash Matthias soundly the first time they met. Anya was a scary thing when she was mad. “Though he was a bit stupid in his approach-”


“-he is right,” she finished. Her normally reserved sea-green eyes were excited. “This is good for you, Lukas. I think (f/n) is the perfect one for you.” That was saying something; Anya very rarely approved of anyone for him, be it male or female.

Nervously, Lukas glanced over to where (f/n) sat with Lili and Bridgette, laughing with them. “Are you sure?”


Emil rolled his lavender eyes in exasperation. “Just tell her already. It’s annoying to see you moping around so much.”

“Shush!” Tino scolded, swatting the Icelander’s shoulder lightly. The small blonde Finnish male was very much like the mother of the group, right after Anya. “Quit teasing your brother on this. He’ll be tutoring her, so it’s a start!”

While Tino and his brother bickered, Lukas turned to Berwald, Tino’s boyfriend. “What’s your take on this?”

The gentle Swedish giant shrugged. “Be yourself. That’s all I have to say.”

He sighed. “Being myself is what might drive her away.”

Berwald rolled his eyes. “You don’t know that.”

“Ummm…excuse me. Lukas?”

Immediately, his heart stopped in his chest at the sweet voice addressing him. “J-Ja?” he stuttered, feeling his voice crack. ‘Why now, of all times?!’

(F/n) smiled at him sheepishly. “I just got a text from my mom. She said she wants you to tutor me at my house today instead. Is-Is that alright?”

“O-Oh. Yeah, t-that’d be fine,” he replied. Instead of being silent, his heart had gone into overdrive; he could have sworn it was ready to fly out of his chest. “W-Where do you live?”

Anya had to silence Matthias with a kiss to keep him from saying something lewd. Tino and Berwald had turned to each other in a random conversation (Tino was talking more than his boyfriend). And Emil was on his phone, texting away, a smirk on his face.

“I live actually just a few blocks away,” she revealed. A small blush had adorned her face, which he thought was adorable. “You can just walk home with me if you’d like.”

“That sounds fi-fine,” he stammered. “Where should I meet you?”

“Just outside the gates is fine.” She flashed him a smile before retreating away. “See you after school!”  

He stared after her for a while, pink in the face. Matthias snickered. “Dude, you are so whipped.”

A yelp escaped him as Anya’s hand smacked him upside the head. “Quit that.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As (f/n) sat down at their table, her two friends leaned forward eagerly. “So? How’d it go?” Bridgette asked, her dark eyes shining in excitement. The darkly-tanned girl from the island of Seychelles was an adopted younger sister of Francis, and some of his French-match-making ways had rubbed off on her.

Giggling, (f/n) adjusted her glasses and broke out in an enormous grin. “He agreed!”

Both girls squealed for a moment, but composed themselves quickly. “I’m so happy for you!” Lili said, grasping her friend’s hands. The German girl’s green eyes clouded over with longing. “Now, if only Natalia looked at me like that~” She sighed dreamily. Her crush on the icy Belarusian girl was an odd one, but one her friends respected.

(F/n) squirmed excitedly in her seat. Already, she was eager for the end of the day to walk home with her Norwegian crush. Even though people only saw his rather frosty exterior, she saw a hard-working, loyal young man was just shy and easily flustered. Seeing him stammer and turn a light pink when she talked to him was just so cute, and she was excited to talk to him again. He was different from most guys, and she was happy with that. Who needed a jock when a book-worm was just as good?

*Time-Skip to the End of the Day*

When the bell dismissed the students from the final period of the day, Lukas tried to not hurry too fast to their arranged meeting place. Still, when he arrived, (f/n) was nowhere to be found. Briefly, he wondered if he’d been stood up, but waited 20 minutes just in case. She was still missing in action.

‘Fantastic.’ He turned to go home, his mood sour.

“Wait! Don’t leave!”

Immediately, the gloomy feeling disappeared as he saw the girl in an all-out sprint, trying to carry all her books in her arms. She was panting heavily, glasses falling down her nose, but she tripped over a large split in the concrete, unable to see her feet. “Ah!”

Lukas didn’t even think. Years of playing goalie for his Nordic friends kicked in, and he dove for her. Just in time, as well. He ended up flat on his back, clutching onto (f/n) as though she were a soccer ball. Stunned, she looked into his eyes, noticing how they seemed to be more indigo than blue, like she’d previously thought. ‘So…beautiful…’

“Are you alright?”

She jolted out of her reverie, suddenly aware that she’d been caught staring at him. “Y-Yeah!” she said cheerily, trying to off-set any awkwardness. “Geez, you’re really fast. How’d you do that?”

Lukas felt mildly flattered as he pulled her up. “Trying to go for one of Tino’s lightning kicks teaches you how to be fast,” he explained, attempting a joke.

It seemed to work as (f/n) giggled, adjusting her glasses. “Sounds fun. I think playing soccer with you guys would be fun.”

A small grin appeared on his face as they began to walk to (f/n)’s house. “You’re welcome to come and join in anytime.”

He could barely believe what he’d just said, but the look of delight on her face was worth it. “Really? I play center mid-back; anyone in that position?”

“No,” he shook his head, aware that his curl was bobbing with the motion. “Matthias is left defense, Berwald is right mid-field, Tino is left mid-field, Anya is center forward, and Emil is center defense.”

“And you’re goalie?” she clarified with a smile. “That’s so awesome. I wanted to play goalie when I started, but I could never shake the ‘no hands used’ rule.”

“Really?” He found himself easily sinking into this conversation with her. “Most people want to use their hands.”

“Not me,” (f/n) laughed. Nevously, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I prefer using my feet; I have no hand-eye coordination whatsoever.” Her lips quirked upward. “And I’m usually much more graceful than what you just saw; this is just one of my off days.” Boldly, she winked. “Normally, I could dance ‘Swan Lake’ with no problem.”

For the first time, she’d ever heard him, Lukas burst out laughing. It was rich and comforting, and sent pleasant shivers down her spine. “S-Sorry,” he gasped, wiping away the tears. “It-It’s just the way you said it-!” And then he burst out in more laughter.

He calmed down after a minute, while (f/n) felt accomplished. She made her crush laugh! That had to be a start, right? “Here we are,” she said, directing him up the walkway to her door. “Don’t worry about Mom; she’s pretty laid-back.”

Still, he could start to feel his insides start to freeze over. Ah, this was going to be interesting. ‘Don’t screw this up, don’t screw this up, don’t screw this up.’

“Mom, I’m home!” (f/n) called as she opened the door. To Lukas, she said, “Take off your shoes; it helps keep the carpets clean”, while slipping her feet out of her (fav. shoes).

“Hey, honey!” Her mother came in, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Is this Lukas?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, slipping out of his shoes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. (l/n).”

A big smile lit up the older woman’s face. “Please, just call me (m/n). You make me sound so old.” She shook his hand, her (e/c) eyes warm and welcoming. “Thanks so much for tutoring (nickname); I really appreciate it.”

(F/n)’s mom seemed more like a fun aunt than a mother. She was dressed casually in an over-sized grey T-shirt and black sweats, and her (h/c) hair was thrown up in two chopsticks. “Of course,” he replied, nodding his head respectfully.

(M/n) picked up a set of keys lying on a side table. “Well, I hate to greet and run, but there’re a few errands I have to go run. I just wanted to meet your tutor, honey.” She kissed (f/n)’s forehead. “Be good. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!” Then she headed out the door, leaving them alone.

The daughter cleared her throat. “Well, uh, would you like to get started?”

“Sure, of course,” he replied anxiously, allowing himself to be taken by the hand and lead away into the house.

The tutoring session was awkward at the beginning, but as the lesson progressed, (f/n) unintentionally scooted closer and closer to him. By the time they were halfway through the chapter, they were very nearly touching. Lukas was hyper-aware of this, but forced himself to remain calm. ‘Don’t screw this up, don’t screw this up.’

When (f/n) looked up to inspect the book laid across his lap, something bobbing caught her eye. It was the strange little curl that always seemed to be floating beside his head. She’d seen it before, yes, but it had always fascinated her. Suddenly, she had a strange idea. ‘What if I just…tugged at it?’

As if on its own accord, her hand reached up and very gently took hold of it. Lukas, sensing this, looked over. “(F/n), what are you-?”

She tugged.

Instantly, he froze, feeling a slight shock run through his system. (F/n) was intrigued by this, and pulled again, this a bit harsher. Almost instantly, she regretted it.

Lukas looked her directly in the eye, a strange expression upon his face. Not a second later, he viciously attacked her lips, muffling her squeak of surprise. The unexpected action sent her to her back on the couch, Lukas half-hovering over her. All the while, she hadn’t let go of his curl, which goaded him on further.

Sensually, he massaged her lips, gently pushing his tongue past them, hungrily exploring his new territory. A thought of how this ruthlessness must have come from his Viking ancestors crossed (f/n)’s mind, but was quickly erased by pleasure.

He pulled away from her lips, planting lingering, fervent kisses down her jawline and neck. She finally released his curl to tangle her hands in his now-mussed platinum hair. “Lukas,” she whispered breathelessly.

That seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. Abruptly, he pulled away, looking down at her with wide indigo eyes. She was an enticing mess, face flushed red with excitement. (e/c) gaze glazed over with lust. Soft pants escaped her, and her (f/c) glasses were thrown askew, no doubt from his sudden affections. For a moment, he took pride that he was the one to get her like this, but then his common sense kicked in. He’d practically assaulted her, all because of his stupid little curl. “S-Sorry,” he murmured, removing his person from her body. “I’m so sorry.” Clearing his throat, he began to gather up his things, refusing to look her in the eye. “I’ll-I’ll go. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Slowly, she became aware that Lukas was getting ready to go and walk out on her. ‘Oh, no, you don’t!’ she thought to herself, surprised by her own aggression. Before he could get very far, she stood up, took hold of his curl, and yanked it for all she was worth, partly to get him back over to the couch where she was, and partly to get her desired result.

A moan escaped him as he dropped his books abruptly, and she took that time to fasten her lips to his again. Driven by sudden desire, Lukas kissed back just as fervently, one hand coming up to thread his fingers through (h/c) strands, the other wrapping possessively around her waist. He pulled her flush against him, using her hair to tilt her head back to get a better angle. His knee slid in between her legs, making her squeak at the unexpected, but not unwelcomed, feeling. She felt her senses being overwhelmed, but she welcomed it all too eagerly.

Pulling away, he resumed his kisses down her neck, rolling his tongue over her clavicle and biting down, marking her as his. “Er det åpenbart at jeg liker deg?” (1) he whispered against her skin. “Du gjør meg gal.”(2)

Having put herself through a few Norwegian classes, she knew what he was saying. “D-Det er samme for meg. J-Jeg liker deg også, Lukas.”(3)

He froze again, partly out of shock that she understood him and replied, and partly because of her reply. “I-Is this true?” he asked breathlessly. “You like me…back?”

Adjusting her glasses sheepishly, (f/n) nodded, suddenly very shy and looking to the ground. “Y-Yeah,” she replied nervously. “I-I guess this is just really sudden, but – Mmph!”

He’d kissed her again, but this one was much sweeter, no less passionate, but not as rough and demanding. The way his arms wrapped around her wasn’t possessive; it was tender and caring. When he pulled away, his eyes were lit up with pleasure and a genuine smile was painted across his face. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me,” he whispered, leaning his forehead on hers.

Nervously, she wound her arms around his neck. “So…does this mean I can be your girlfriend?”

He chuckled, nuzzling her head. “Yes, it does.”

“I approve!” (f/n)’s mother called. After a moment, though… “No sex until marriage!”

Their faces were a matching shade of scarlet.

Okay, I had a lot more fun with this than I should have. What's wrong with me? 

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1) Is it obvious I like you?
2) You drive me crazy. 
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“Little bro, are you awake?” Lukas went into Emil’s room, it was odd for his brother to sleep in later than Matthias, and when he went in the room was still dark he could barely make out the outline of Emil’s form lying on the bed. He heard a cough and now it was easy to guess he was sick.

“He’s sick, that’s what he is.” Lukas looked over hearing the rough voice of Mr. Puffin who was sitting on his perch at the end of Emil’s bed. That would explain why Emil was being slow to get up.

“I see, do you want big bro to take care of you?” Lukas sat on the bed and had a slightly mischevious look on his face, but it was hard to see and not just because it was so dark in the room. Emil swatted his hand from his shoulder with an embarrassed look on his face. He coughed again before glaring up at Lukas.

“No, go away.” He turned his back on Lukas to stare at the wall instead and Lukas got up just deciding to leave. When he closed the door he pulled out his phone.

“Have it your way little bro.” He dialed a certain number and after two rings he heard someone on the other end pick up. After all, Lukas just remembered somewhere he and the others needed to be for a while and he couldn’t leave his little bro all alone.

~Reader’s POV~

You had just finished having breakfast and waking yourself up when you heard your phone ring, you felt bad when you left people unanswered so you answered it quickly, it could be an emergency after all you never know.

“Hello?” Well no one started screaming out some kind of problem on the other end as soon as you answered so that was a good sign that things were still normal. You had a tendency to be a worry wart, especially when it comes to your friends, so you were always paranoid that something bad might happen.

“Hey ___, Emil’s sick and we have to go somewhere, can you watch him?” It was Lukas, he always had a habit of just getting to the point rather than wasting anyone’s time, but as soon as you heard sick you were worrying about all the different kinds of illness he could have and just in general worrying about his health.

“I’ll be right there, what does he have? It’s nothing serious is it?” Before you completely flipped out and made up some elaborate idea of him contracting the black plague or something ridiculous like that you calmed yourself down from your wacky paranoia and just decided to ask.

“No, just a cold.” You smiled hearing that was all, compared to what you thought was wrong this was easy.

“Okay, I’ll be there soon. Are you leaving now?” It would be nice to at least be able to say hello to everybody and so that Emil wouldn’t have to be alone for any real period of time.

“We’re leaving in about ten minutes.” You nodded to yourself already getting some stuff together that might help Emil, but you would have to drop by the drug store for anymore cough and nausea medicine since you were almost out after the cold you had last month.

“Okay.” With that you both hung up and you had your small bag ready to go making sure that you had everything. Just in case they had to be gone longer than expected and you would have to stay over you decided to bring a small back pack with you two with your clothes in it. It was better to be safe than sorry, plus it wouldn’t be the first time you stayed over at their house. You were close friends with them, and you had developed a crush on Emil a while back, he was cute with how easily embarrassed and stubborn he could be, but he was also really sweet too. That wasn’t important right now though, you just needed to help take care of him so that he can feel better again, you can worry about your crush later. When you arrived it seemed like everybody else really was gone, while you were at the store you got tissues since you remembered having to use a lot when you had a cold in your attempts to try and make it easier to breath. You set the cans of soup you brought on the counter before going upstairs to Emil’s room to check on how he was doing. When you opened the door it was dark in the room and you heard coughing from the figure on the bed.

“Lukas I said go away.” You heard a rough voice before it started to cough again, you didn’t turn on the light since he probably had a headache and the light could hurt his head even more if he did.

“Sorry, it’s just me… Lukas asked for me to look after you since they all had to go somewhere.” You walked farther into the room being careful not to trip and fall over anything while you progressed, but thankfully he keeps his room clean so you didn’t have much trouble and it wasn’t long before you were beside his bed.

~Emil’s POV~

I had just thought it was going to be Lukas again in here to bother me about how he should look after me since he was my big brother or something along those lines, but that ass would call her here. It wasn’t that I didn’t like her, it was the opposite problem, and the others had just left me with her. Lukas must have made something up, he’s known about my crush on her for a while, why did I ever tell him? Oh wait I didn’t, somehow he found out. I saw the outline of her figure next to the bed and managed to calm myself down, she was just here because I was sick and she worried too much.

“You can turn on the light you know.” I looked up at her and heard something being rested on the table next to my bed. I coughed again, god all this coughing was starting to hurt, why’d I have to get sick?

“No it’s fine, I don’t want to hurt your head or your eyes by turning on the light.” I was a bit surprised by what she said, but I just huffed instead and heard the rustling of feathers get closer before a soft gasp from her.

“Hello ___~” I heard Mr.Puffin’s voice from closer next to me and figured that he landed on her shoulder or something and caught her off guard, he liked her so it was common for him to fly over to her and sit on her shoulder or something.

“Oh hello to you too Mr. Puffin, I’m glad that you’re doing well.” I closed my eyes and just laid on my side facing her and the door now. At least I didn’t have to worry about that idiot Matthias or my brother bothering me for a while. I opened my eyes went I felt something soft touch my forehead and blushed, but I turned bright red when I felt her lips touch my forehead after her hand moved my hair from my face. I was glad that she decided to keep the lights turned off. “You’re burning up… Wait right here, I’ll go get some water you can drink with the medicine.” I heard her leave the room and pulled the covers over my burning red face. I heard Mr. Puffin laughing at me and narrowed my eyes at nothing in particular.

“No wonder you haven’t said anything if something like that gets you worked up.” Why couldn’t he just shut up for one day, and why does he have to bother me about it? I guess I should just be glad that he keeps his beak shut when she was around.

“Shut up.” I threw a pillow at his perch and heard a squawk and the ruffling of feathers; I guess I was right when I assumed that he was at his perch again. I smirked a bit, that made me feel better. Soon I heard steps once again before the door opened and I just brought my eyes above the covers to see the light from outside the door showing her figure before it was dark again.

“Think you can sit up?” I heard glass his the table and assumed that was the water she left to go get, even if she couldn’t see it I nodded and started to sit up, but blushed again when I felt one of her hands on my arm and the other supporting my back until I was sitting up completely. “Here, I know it doesn’t taste great, but it should bring down your fever and help with your coughing.” I scrunched my face up at the idea, I hated medicine. I heard something pop and knew that she had opened the bottle of the stuff. At least I didn’t have to smell it too. I felt her looking at me so I knew trying to pour it out wouldn’t work even if I had a place to pour it out in, I sighed and drank it nearly coughing it back up because of the bitter taste. She handed me the water soon enough though and I chased down the horrid taste. “Sorry, I know it taste bad, but I got you licorice for when you feel better to make up for it.”

“You did..? Thanks I guess…” I felt heat rise to my cheeks again, did she really pay that much attention to me or was it just that obvious that I liked licorice. I guess it didn’t matter now. I handed her the now empty glass and laid back down on the bed, I was about to close my eyes and try to go to sleep before I felt her fingers go through my hair and that made my eyes open and look up at her. I could still just barely make her out in the dark, but she was sitting down next to me. She only ran her fingers through my hair a few times and after the second one I closed my starting to go to sleep enjoying the soft touch of her hand. At least Mr. Puffin finally shut up for now, however once I felt her move to get up her fingers traced around my face from the crown of my forehead, along my jawline to my chin before she was standing. That motion sent shivers through my entire body and caused my face to heat up again, why was it so easy for her to do this to me? It wasn’t fair, I turned over again, but I was already missing feeling her fingers through my hair and she hadn’t even made it to the door yet. I wasn’t about to ask her to stay, I wasn’t a child, besides she had other things to do other than sit with me.

“I’ll check on you soon, sweet dreams Emil.” I didn’t respond in any way and just closed my eyes trying to go to sleep and ignore the any feelings I had because of her. I heard another chuckle from Mr. Puffin though, if I could spare a second pillow I would have thrown it at him, sometimes that bird got on my nerves.

“Can’t you go somewhere else?” I grumbled, the door was still cracked open, but not enough for any light to really get in the room, so either she just didn’t close it all the way or she was listening in case I called for her.

“I could always go talk to ___, but who knows what I might say. Things slip you know.” I heard him go over to the door and my eyes widened, he wouldn’t… but I knew that he would and I didn’t want to risk it either way.

“Fine stay! I’m going to bed though so shut up.” I huffed and covered my head stubbornly as a precaution to try and block him out, he was laughing and I heard him returning to his perch or close to it. I closed my eyes again and started to go to sleep again.

~Reader’s POV~

Honestly you had been surprised when he didn’t argue and just took the medicine, but you guessed that he was feeling bad enough that he just wanted to get it over with so that his cold could pass faster or he wouldn’t be as miserable. He seemed tired and soup didn’t take long to warm up, so you should probably wait a while to make it, you left the door cracked enough so that you could hear him if he called for you or if something happened. You had almost been tempted to stay there and just play with his soft pale hair, but you didn’t want to bother him when he was trying to sleep so you left. You didn’t want to be loud or accidentally have the tv turned up too loud, so you just decided to read a book that you brought with you, the hour was a bit uneventful, but when you were getting to the next chapter you heard flapping wings and turned to see Mr. Puffin. He looked a bit concerned though so that made you close your book and turn to him.

“What’s the matter…? Is everything okay?” You watched him and he looked up stairs, you nodded and started up the stairs, when you got close to the door you heard whimpering from Emil’s room. You went inside and you could see he was shaking and twitching in his sleep, even in the low lighting you could tell his face was scrunched up in pain. “Emil…” You put a hand on his shoulder, “Ssh, everything’s alright… calm down…” With your free hand you started to run your fingers through his hair to try and calm him down, he woke up with a start and sat up after another few seconds, he was panting and held his face in his hands trying to collect himself, you were worried and placed a hand on his back scaring him at first but he calmed again putting his face in his hands. “Are you okay…?”

“Y-yeah, just a bad dream…” It might be his fever that caused it, but sadly there wasn’t that much you can do other than sit with him.

“Want to talk about it and see if that helps?” You hated sounding like the typical girl that always was bugging people to talk about things that were bothering them, but if it would help him be able to sleep easier you didn’t mind asking. He shook his head however and you could still feel him shaking. “I’ll go get you some water, that might help.” You started to get up but you felt something grab your shirt and looked back to see panic in Emil’s face. Instead of asking questions you just sat back down next to him pulling him close to you. Surprisingly he just leaned into you instead of getting embarrassed, you stroked his hair and after a long time of just sitting with him and trying to silently comfort him you heard soft deep breathing, he fell back to sleep, you smiled and laid him back down so that he would be more comfortable. You were about to get up and tell Mr. Puffin that he was okay, but he still had a tight grip on your shirt and unconsciously whined when you stood up to leave. You looked at him surprised but let a soft smile come to face before you laid down next to him and started to play with his hair again. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him. Well you definitely weren’t getting up. Eventually you closed your eyes and fell asleep beside him.

~Emil’s POV~

I woke up, glad that I slept better than before, but I could barely remembered what happened, I could feel something warm next to me, I just assumed it was my pillow and I pulled it closer to try and keep warm. I didn’t want to open my eyes, but I heard a click and there was a flash that made me glare at my door to see Lukas with a smirk in his eyes and a camera. Mr. Puffin had a similar look on his face.

“What is your problem?” I moved to get up but feeling the weight next to me and rest on one of my arms I looked down, it had not been a pillow that I was holding. ___ was lying right beside me; I turned red and glared at the two at the door.

“Be careful little bro, it’d be rude to wake her up. I’ll delete the picture if you call me big brother.” He would find a way to use that against me! HE could be such a pain, but what was he going to do with the picture anyway? I didn’t want to know, but I didn’t want to call him big brother. “Fine have it your way.” He shrugged and I saw a small smirk on his face before he left and I heard Mr. Puffin snickering. I heard a soft groan and looked down at her once again, even when she was asleep she was beautiful, I didn’t want to wake her up so I settled back down. I watched her and my eyes softened, she was so innocent and sweet, she snuggled her face into my chest making me blush again.

“Ég elska þig…” If I couldn’t say it to her face I guess this was good enough. After a moment she started to move and I was scared that she heard me and I turned red. She still seemed out of it though and rubbed her eyes as she sat up. I followed her and sat up too.

“Hm…? Did you say something Emil..? I can go get something if you need…” She yawned and I felt relieved she didn’t hear me. I thought I was safe and I was about to tell her no, but that damn bird.

“He said he loves you.” I felt my face become hotter than the sun; it was probably bright red, at first she just stared at the bird and chuckled until I threw my other pillow at Mr. Puffin and actually hit the laughing bird.

“Emil…?” She looked back at me and I looked down at my lap, how was I supposed to look at her, I couldn’t lie to her that might hurt her feelings and I did want to tell her, but… If she rejected me what would happen then? “Is that true?”

“Y-yeah, so what if it is…?” I stuttered, as if this wasn’t embarrassing enough without me stuttering like a child. I wasn’t sure what to expect from her but I felt her lips touch my temple and looked at her just in shock she was smiling with a blush on her face.

“I love you too… I just never knew if you liked me…” I didn’t know what to say, I was still surprised that she liked me. She just smiled at me though before checking the time, “It’s pretty late, I wonder if everyone’s home…”

“Yeah they’re home.” I grumbled remembering Lukas; I would get him back for this. I still had proof of when he messed up and turned himself into hare. His girlfriend would hear about that one now. ___ nodded at me.

“I guess I should go to the guest room and stop taking up your bed.” She was about to get up, and I don’t know what came over me, but I wrapped my arms around her waist and laid down with her and I had my head on her shoulder. I heard a shocked gasp from her, but I didn’t want her to leave. I still felt heat on my face. She just laughed though and started to play with my hair making me sleepy all over again.

“Ha jokes on you that was your last pillow!” I heard Mr. Puffin when he finally got over the impact of the pillow, but I just pulled her closer to me, I didn’t need the pillow, I had what I needed.
That damn bird can't ever shut up. Lol I guess I missed writing for the Nordics more than I thought, but this was fun. I hope that you all like it too.

I do not own Hetalia.
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You were sitting next to Tim on a large brick wall near his house. You sighed as you watch him stare at two girls walking past, pouting slightly. 

As he turned back toward you, his face was paling a few shade when he saw your glare.

"I saw that." you said. You wished he would apologize but he always liked the younger girls-

"What were you like when you were the same age as them?" he asked.

"I don't know... Same as other girl, I guess." you replied.

"I don't believe you." he said, flicking the pin in your hair, which you instantly grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from it. He merely smirked and snatched your wallet that was sitting on your lap. "You have got to have a picture in here somewhere."

You immediately went into panic. He would find what you have been hiding for years. Desperately trying to get your wallet, you were suddenly sprawled across his lap, his arm holding in place as you continued to yelp and squirm.

"Wait.. a-Ha! Found it!" He took the picture from your wallet and grinned. "You didn't really change that much, but," Looking at you and the photo, he snickered, "Really?"

"Fine, Yes."

Tim took the clip from your hair. The small curl was jumping back to its place, bouncing slightly.

"Are you happy now? I have a hair curl." you said.

"Now there's just one thing i'd like to know," He twirled your hair curl between his fingers. "Is it like Italy's curl~?"

You blushed, giving him another glare. "No."

He sighed. "Well, that ruins all of my fun."

Your eyes widened. "What!?"

He returned his focus on you, casting a confused look. "What? Did I say something?"

I'm not sure if this is out yet but I'm just putting this on anyway.
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A.N. In this story, Scotland is quite a bit older than you, and you have an uncle-niece relationship. Netherlands is your age, but you have a bit of a...history...

You were never strong. Physically, that is. Life had moulded you into a pile of sweat, dirt, and determination, but however strong your soul of steel might have been, you were still left with a feeble body prone to illness, accidents, and scrawny bone. Maybe it was your chronic asthma. Maybe it was a lack of calcium due to your lactose intolerance. But, in any case, weight-lifting was not your forte.

It came back to you at the most inconvenient times. Physical fitness tests. Moving day. Even hauling bags of dirt for your rose garden outside. It was embarrassing. Mortifying. You'd tried everything, really you had. Dumbbells, push-ups, pull-ups, even a few gymnastics classes, but nothing seemed to work. You were skin-and-bones for life.

Ah, well...better skin-and-bones than blubber-and-bones… you thought miserably as you eyed a particularly large box perched on the top shelf of your pantry. Scotland, or, as you preferred to call him, Uncle Allistor, was coming over for dinner, and you were hoping to light a few candles on the table to make things nicer. You hadn't seen the red-haired Scot for a few weeks, since both of you had been rather busy, and you hoped to use the night to catch up with each other.

Now for that box…

A ladder would be the logical choice, but it would require you to bring the heavy steel thing all the way up from your basement. Not, certainly not an option.

That left with jumping...and trying to catch the box as it fell. Not the best option, but you’d take your chances.

On three,…


You yelped in pain as the entire shelf came crashing down, boxes and all, landing on your leg.


"Lassie? Lassie, where are ye?"

Oh, geez, he turns up NOW?

Within seconds, the fiery Scot was standing above you. "Lassie, how...oh…" He began pulling the boxes and debris off your leg, which was a horrible mottled purplish colour. You fought back a scream as he ran his finger over your leg, and he looked at you in concern.

"Lassie, on a scale of one to ten…"

"N-nine…" you whispered. "Definitely a nine."

It wouldn't be a ten, though. You'd experienced a ten, and it was a pain you'd never hoped you'd feel again. That night…

Allistor seemed to sense your thoughts because he quickly changed the topic. "Right, then, lassie, off to the hospital wit' ye."

"W-WHAT?" you croaked as Allistor picked you up and carried you outside. He placed you gently in the backseat of his car before backing into the road and starting the short drive to the hospital. He made idle chatter, commenting on this and that, expecting no reply as you weren't really in the position to give one. But he wasn't harsh or critical. That was one thing you loved about him. Unlike his younger brother Arthur, Allistor never scolded you for your clumsiness or weakness. He knew you tried the best you could and, for him, that was enough.


Three weeks later, you finally got your cast removed. To celebrate, Allistor suggested ice cream and a walk by the lake, to which you readily agreed. Although you did make sure to wear your slip-proof combat boots, just in case.

"Any flavour, lassie?" asked Allistor as you sat on a bench to watch the sunset.

"Er...chocolate! Mint chocolate! With chocolate sprinkles and gummy bears and…"

"Easy there, lassie, I'll see what I can do." Allistor chuckled. "I'm startin' to regret offerin' to pay for ye…"

You returned the smile as Allistor left to visit the ice cream stall. The smile soon vanished, however, as you rubbed your newly-healed leg, remembering the last time you had broken it.

It was five years ago. You were the newest target of your school's biggest gang, the Bad Touch Trio. They had cornered you on the top of the bleachers, with some help from your (ex)best friend, Abel Mogens.

"...Abel?" was the first thing that came out of your mouth. "You're working...with them?"

"...I-I…" was all the Dutch boy managed to say before Gilbert pushed him out of the way.

"Enough of zhat," he said. "Ve got vhat ve came for, isn't zhat right, boys?"

The sirens came a few minutes later; one of the teachers had seen you get pushed off the bleachers. The  ground was muddy and soft, so you broke your leg rather than your neck, but the physical pain coupled with the pain of Abel's betrayal was almost more than you could tolerate.

"E-Excuse me?"

You looked up, half-expecting to see Allistor armed with ice cream, but, instead, you found yourself face-to-face with a grown-up copy of the person you had tried so very hard to forget.

"Ten…" you whispered.

"Sorry?" The boy pulled back. "It's just...I thought you were…never mind, I think I'll just..."

Allistor called your name as he came walking up the path, and you cringed. Abel's face, on the other hand, lit up.

"It is you!" he said happily. "I never thought I'd…"

"Lassie, who's this? Friend of yours?" Allistor asked, setting your ice cream by you on the bench.

"No," you replied. "I don't know him."

The look of hurt on Abel's face didn't go unnoticed by Allistor.

"Lassie…" Allistor repeated, this time with a slight warning tone, though to you or Abel, you weren't sure. "You sure you don't know him?"

You shrugged, tears welling in your eyes. "I thought I did once, but now I see that I was wrong."

"No!" Abel said, nearly shouting. "You have to give me a chance to explain. I didn't know what they were planning. I thought that…"

"You didn't think," you snapped. "Because no one in their right mind would think that a gang of bullies would just stroll up to a sickly loser and just take them our for drinks, right?"

Abel's grimace deepened, and even Allistor began to look concerned. But, while you lacked physical strength, you more than made up for it in anger, and you continued your rant.

"You never even looked back, did you? Not when I got pushed. Not when I was on the ground, screaming for help. Not when…"

"I couldn't help you!" Abel snapped. "Gilbert was going to throw me down afterwards!" He pulled up his shirt sleeve to show you a fading scar extending from his wrist to his elbow. "He gave me THIS, so I could remember that day for the rest of my life. So I could spend every moment of the next five years regretting that I wasn't fast enough to protect you. Do you KNOW what happened the day after that accident? Do you KNOW?"

"You were expelled," you sniffed, "along with Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio."

Abel brushed you off. "I beat them up, that's what happened. One arm in a cast, and I had the Bad Touch Trio kissing dirt, because NO ONE was going to mess with my girl and…"

Abel trailed off as he realised what he had just confessed. You were certain your face was as red as a cherry. Allistor, on the other hand, was livid.

"See here, laddie, you can't just come up to a girl after five years and confess like that! Especially not this lassie! She...she's special! She's…"

"I know," said Abel. "I know how special she is. And I know how stupid I was to let her go."

There was a strange twirling sensation in the pit of your stomach. You looked down at your ice cream. Mint chocolate, with chocolate sprinkles and gummy bears.

Abel's favourite.

You picked up the cup. "Want some?" you said, holding it out to the blond Ductchman.


A few hours later, you, Abel, and Allistor were walking along the lakeshore, each of them holding one of your hands. For the first time in a very long time, you felt safe. Not because you were any stronger or any less clumsy, but you knew that you were between the two people who wouldn't hesitate to catch you each and every time you fell.

And, for that, you were eternally grateful.
...I wish I had friends like these...but I'm usually the one doing the catching...:.P

Ah, well, you can dream, right?

Please comment if you liked it! I didn't make Netherlands the usual creepy stalker who uses his scarf like a hangman's noose, so...:.P
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2p Romano

Lemon and some strong language

"So (y/n) who is the lucky guy" said Alfred. You were holding some fashionable red sun glasses. Your face went bright red and tensed up when you felt arms going round your waist and weight on you left shoulder. You turned your head to see it was Flavio you calmed once you knew who it was and breathed out a sigh of relief but face still red he was your boyfriend (yes he is your boyfriend in this story) after all and he was hugging you. "Ciao, Bella," he whispered in your ear making your back shiver. "C-ciao Flavio" you said turning your body to face him and rapped your arms around his neck and kissed you passionately on the lips. "Go and-a kiss in the closet and play the game fratello," said Luciano in annoyance. "Screw 60 minutes," and with that Flavio held your hand and you put on his sunglasses on. He turned to look at you and blush, "do you know how hot you look wearing my sunglasses belle?" he asked seductively, "Very," you said playfully smiling, Flavilo chuckled and you two started walking upstairs to you room.

"Well since she is not playing that means... Eliza your first," Alfred said walking to Eliza and she put one of hands in the hat. "Oh and before you say anything Alfred, she asked me to take over hosting the party," Eliza said smiling. "Oh I would have accepted if she asked me to take over since I was a good host in a club in japan," said one of your friends Tamaki Suoh. "To bad she asked me instead," Eliza said smirking. Tamaki turned around realizing his five friends behind him were giggling at him, "what wrong Tamaki someone finally chose somebody else over you," said Kaoru Hitachiin one of his friends smirking. Tamaki sat down in one of the corners in the room to sulk.

In your bedroom

Once Flavio and you got to the door of you bedroom he started kissing you again your mouths moving in sync. Still kissing you Flavio skillfully opened the door, walked in to the room, closed the door, locked it and pushed you on to your bed without breaking the kiss. you moaned into the kiss taking off his sunglasses and placing then on your bed side table, Flavio broke the kiss and looking at you lovingly "ti amour (y/n), mia principessa" he said smiling, you smiled back "I love you too, mio principe." Flavio chuckled before kissing your forehead, nose, cheeks and lips.

your making out section lasted 5 minutes and started getting more heated and Flavilo started kissing your neck which made you moan once he found you soft spot and made him smirk, "(y/n), i tuoi gemiti sono come musica per le mie orecchie," Flavio said in husky low voice turning you on and making you hotter. You brought your hands up and started unbuttoning his red dress shirt revealing his tanned toned chest and your fingers stroking his small but firm muscles making him groan and grind his hips into you. "A-ah Flavio," you said taking his dress shirt off throwing it onto the floor then bring your hands to his black jeans that looked tight from his erection and took those off too. "You are over dressed mi amor" he seductively lifting your dress up, you helped out by sitting up lifting your arms so it was easier for to take it off.

Once he took your dress he threw it some were in the room to find later and looked at you.. no your breasts with wide eyes "no bra (y/n) you naughty girl" he said smirking. you looked at him blushing and a bout to cover them up with your arm but he stopped you, "don't hide your so belle," he said before attacking them massaging one with one hand and the he putt in his mouth licking, biting and sucking on it then moving to the other breast. once your breasts were treated you turned the tables you on top of him "Your turn," you smiling attacking his neck leaving love bits kissing down his stomach to his Italian boxers. You looked at him smirking rubbing his hard member making moan and growl. you grabbed his boxers and slowly took them off, Flavio growled in disapproval "stop teasing me," he said moaning, it was fun seeing him like this he is usually in control.

When you took his boxers off you threw then onto the floor with his dress shirt and jeans. you grabbed his member and started pumping it up and down making him buck his hips up, you giggled at his action and licked the tip before putting it in your mouth and started bobbing up and down and also grabbing his blond curl making him gasp and moan loudly. "Aaaaaah (y/n), you’re driving me crazy," he said panting heavily. A couple more sucks and he came in your mouth nearly making you gag but still managed to swallow what you could take before lifting your head and wiping your mouth. Flavio grabbed arms and turned you over again and ripped your wet panties of making you gasp with the sudden coldness and started attacing your womanhood with his tongue and fingers.

"Mmmmh, Flavio so good Faster," you breathed out he obeyed and went faster making you come and he happily drank your love juice before kissing you passionately. Flavio positioned himself at your entrance and looked at you for approval and you nodded, before you knew it he shoved his member in you and started pumping fast and hard. The room was filled with panting and moans, changing angle so he could lift one of your legs up with one arm and using the other to keep him up he managed to hit you G-spot. "AAAAH, Fuck Flavio there... Faster. He trusted into you as fast as he could making the move and bang against the wall. "Aaaah (y/n), you’re so tight," Flavio said breathing fast lifting the leg he was holding over his shoulder. "Bella i think i am going to cum," he said his eyes squinted shut, "m-me to Flavio," you moaned.

A few more thrusts and you and Flavio came at the same time shouting each other’s names. Flavio let go of your leg and collapsed next to you, both of you breathing and panting heavily. Flavio grabbed his jeans and searched through hi pockets looking for something, he smiled when he found what he was looking for dropped his jeans on to the floor and brought you into his arms and you turned to face him. Once you sour what he was holding in his hand your face turned bright red, it was a small violet box. Flavio smiled and opened it "(y/n) will you do me the honer of becoming mine... forever". You were shocked you wide and filling with tears, you were speechless so you nodded and hugged him tightly and kissed him all over his face then his lips. Flavio grabbed your left hand and placed the ring on your ring finger. "I love you (y/n)" he said bringing you closer to him and kissed your cheek, "I love you too Flavio," you said smiling before drifting to a deep slip and Flavio doing the same.
here is 2p Romano hope you enjoy. again like Romano's version this one is a little different and your Flavio girlfriend in this story.


again I used google translate 
ti amo mia principessa - i love you my princess
ti amo mio principe - i love you my prince
i tuoi gemiti sono come musica per le mie orecchie - your moans are like music to my ears

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Everyone knew the name Lovino Vargas. If you didn’t that meant you were living a rock for the last few years. He was a famous fashion designer and some of his creations were seen all over the country, Europe, Asia, everywhere. He did what he did with pride and he was unisex and some of his creations cost almost nothing but some of his designs cost an arm, leg, and even spleen. Sometimes he would charity auctions, even a rumor that he once walked into a high school arts and crafts fair saw a that the drama and arts department were selling their costumes and other creations to keep the art programs open. He bought them out, gave them back and donated it all back within the same day. Everyone thought he was either genius or mad. There were other rumors too, that he was very difficult to work with. There’s was story where he made models run out of his studio in tears. One model regaled how she he told her that she wasn’t “It”. She was accepted everywhere and when he said that, business for her went downhill. ____________ was indeed nervous about meeting the man. She was at a fashion college and she was going meet him for the time. He was coming to judge their little fashion show and rumor had it that he was looking for a new protégé. Anyone who became a Lovino protégé was set for life and all it took was a year. She wasn’t too worried. She didn’t get into fashion for the fame and fortune. She just wanted to design clothes that made people happy and real people, not a size double zero but more eighteens and higher, se mixed and played with a lot things, even though many of her family told her she was just a starving artist, she would clear lots of money during con seasons, theater productions, and even a wedding or two. She liked what she did. She was often in that studio designing, sketching, and even going through fabric stores to find the perfect fabric for whatever she needed.

“_________!” She looked up. C.K. her personal assistant was grinning at her. They’ve been in business for almost two years. Since she started on cosplay line and things, she met her at a con and they became fast friends and when she needed things done like finding cons, fashion events, and craft faires C.K. was usually in the middle of it making sure things got done, paid for, and kept her on track. She liked her new friend but for the sake of her, she didn’t even know her real name. She remembered when she met her in class and everyone just knew C.K. and there were some even taking bets to see if they could get it right but no. It didn’t matter to her. She would make sure her time was spent wisely and kept her from over exerting herself.

“What’s up?”

“Where you listen to anything I said?”

“Sorry, dear, what’s up?” C.K. sighed.

“I got you into the fashion show in town. It’s the one that Lovino is going to be judging and it’s competitive,”

“Thanks! How did you do it?”

“Pulled a strings and showed them your work,”

“You are fuckin’ awesome,”

“I know,” she ruffled her hair.

“Don’t get cocky,”

“You should be cockier! Your designs are awesome!”

“Being cocky doesn’t get you anywhere in life. Confidence yes but never cockiness. But anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow, there’s a lot of stuff I have to finish in the studio tonight,”

The weather outside didn’t deter ___________ from her task…until she had to go outside. It wasn’t drizzling or pouring but it was raining. She sighed and put everything into her briefcase. She loved that it was convenient, waterproof, and could be used as a makeshift umbrella. She wrapped her coat around and started half jobbing, half running to her home. Unfortunately, she lived in the apartment condos and that was nearly clear across campus. She didn’t care. She needed the exercise because the space in that place was perfect for her fabric, sewing machine, and unfinished projects. She thought about the warm bed, a hot shower, the soup that she had in the crockpot just waiting to be eaten. She was nearly there. She turned the final corner onto her block and slammed into someone hard. The man fell backwards. Both of their things flew everywhere.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” she said and tried picking things up. He helped her too. Soon, they had their piles and things. He looked up at her. He was dressed head to toe in black with blonde hair, and black sunglasses. He croaked a thank you, grabbed his briefcase and ran in the opposite direction. She grabbed hers and ran as well. She was so happy to make it out of the rain. She took a long hot shower, brewed some tea and decided to organize her work. She opened her briefcase and immediate noticed that it wasn’t hers. Inside were photos of a handsome blond man in a white suit, wearing rose colored sunglasses with a dashing smile hugging an less enthused man with purple eyes and long dark hair tied in a ponytail. She moved the picture and saw the same blond, this time hugging another man with a similar hair curl as him with purple eyes and if looks could kill, the poor man would have been dead. She looked further into the briefcase and saw some of the most amazing sketches in her life. There were pictures of a handsomely made tailored suit for a man with the words, for Nonno, on it. There was a picture of a beautiful red and while wedding gown that looked rustically beautiful with the words ‘add maples leaves’ on it.  There were also sketches for Victorian style clothing with punk rocker overtones mainly in red with the note that said ‘Thank you Lovi, he’s been so mopey and difficult since his favorite suit was ruined. Also, I loved the outfit you made me. I’m going to wear it tonight after our gig as soon as coax the idiot out his bedroom’. She stared in near disbelief. She had Lovino Vargas’ briefcase with his clientele list and his fall and winter line! She was shaking when she saw it. Then another thing hit. He must have HER briefcase! The legend of the fashion world was probably looking through her things. She felt sick. Compared to his, her things were utter crap! She called the first person she knew.

“Yes?” said C.K. from the receiver

“I need your help! Something terrible happened!” she explained everything that happened last night.

“You have to give his briefcase back,” C.K. said over the phone.

“That’s why I’m calling you! I need you to find out where he’s staying so I can bring it back!”

“I’m on it…” there was a short pause, “Okay he’s staying at a hotel nearby in the luxury suite,”

“Oh good,”

“Don’t get too happy it’s heavily guarded. Apparently, there have been some thieves after his designs lately, nothing new but these assholes have been persistent,”

“You know, the person whom I slammed into didn’t look like Lovino. Maybe it was an art thief,”

“Doubt it. He disguises himself when he goes to fashion shows because of the press and things. So nine times out of ten, that was actually him he ran into,”

“Damn it! Great. Now he’ll think I’m a klutz! You think there’s a way for us to get through?”

“It’s going to take a lot but I think we can wing it. I’ll be there in ten and we can go from there,” When C.K. arrived it was about five. She looked at the briefcase. She asked to look through some of his works, she gasped.

“I didn’t know he did clothes for Roderick!” she bounced in her seat, “I was wondering how he was going to get a new suit for next time,”

“What happened?”

“Some idiot fan made a grab for it and torn right down the middle, her hands were covered in chocolate,”


“I know! I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so devastated. When I read the article, I was just crushed. That suit was awesome,”

“I know! He’s in good hands with Lovi though. Speaking of, let’s go. We have to get his briefcase back. I really want to see that wedding dress in action,”

The hotel was only a few blocks from campus but it was one of those luxury hotels that celebrities and models often stayed. It was a grand place that was modeled after the Rococo French style with elegance and in every structure. She and C.K. rounded the corner briefcase in tow towards the hotel. It was about nine that night and chilly but they needed to get this thing back ASAP. Suddenly someone in black ran at them, heading for the case. _____________ moved and pivots her foot, took the briefcase and clocked the assailant with it. The man flew back, just as C.K. grabbed, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall repeatedly.

“ACK! Stop!”

“Who the hell are you?!” said __________ rearing her fist at him. He flinched, “You’re not taking this briefcase!”

“Do you know what what’s in it?”

“What’s it to you? C.K., slam him again,”

“OW! SHIT! For a bunch of girls, you’re pretty strong!” They glared and __________took a pair of brass knuckles from her bra and slipped them on.

“Three seconds assholes! One, two….”

“Wait! Wait! Look I’m sorry for ambushing you two but I work for Lovi,”

“Prove it or I’m going hitting you again,”

“Tell your guard dog to let me go!”

“Where’s your proof, she can get it,”

“In my pocket,” C.K. held him by the cuff of his coat rummaged through his coat taking out a wallet. She tossed it to ___________. She looked inside. There was an ID card. She recognized it immediately for Lovino’s company with a picture of the man with the name Fabian Vargas on it.

“Lift his head so I can get a better look at him,” she held him by the hair and made him look up. He had reddish hair, brown eyes, and pocks on his face just like his picture, He’s clean, let him go,” C.K. drops him unceremoniously. He got up and dusted himself off.

“For a couple of college girls you’re pretty tough,”

“Well, when you’re raiding fabric stores in the middle of the night and working on late night projects, we learned how to protect ourselves,”

“And the fact of the matter is that you attacked us first,” said C.K. looking at him, “So why did you try stealing this briefcase,”