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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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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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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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Chapter 2

    "You okay?" Victoria asked you.
    You opened your eyes and pulled out your earphones. You nodded, trying to supress a yawn. Last night, you didn't study at all. There was no patience to do so. All you remembered was passing out on the couch and your alarm clock ringing in the morning.

    The encounter with Ivan shook you up cosiderably. Why did he come to you? What was his reason? Could you trust him? These questions swarmed through your mind endlessly.

    "You're spacing out," Somebody nudged your head with their finger. You looked up to see Finley.

    "Lack of sleep," you said, hoping that they would buy it.


    You nodded numbly again. Finley and Victoria exchanged a glance, noticing your change in behavior. They decided to give you your space. 

    "We'll see you in class, kid." Finley ruffled your hair and followed her sister into the school. You didn't watch them go. Your eyes were lookingth other way as you stood underneath the metal archway. You sighed and shook your head. With your earphones in, you walked to your class. You couldn't be late. Again.


    "I bloody flunked that exam!" Finley growled as she clutched her paper in her hands. The bright red mark mocked her. You could see the steam coming out of her ears.

    "Maybe if you didn't drink yourself to death, you would have gotten a better grade!" 

    "No body asked you, kid!" 

    "Even now you reek of alcohol!" 

    "At least I didn't have a 'flying mint bunny' helping me study!" 

    "You take that back, you twat!" 





    "(NAME!?)" The two step-sisters yelled at you. You spaced out the entire time even during the test. You felt like you got a decent grade but you would have to do better.

    "Huh?" You took out your earphones. "What?"

    Finley facepalmed and Victoria groaned in irritation. You rolled your eyes at their typical behavior. You were so used to their fights. The remainder of the students were even staring!

    "I'm going to get some coffee," Victoria huffed. "Without you!" She pointed sternly at Finley. Fin shrugged, not really caring about her sister. She knew she was going to see her boyfriend. She was considering embaressing her in front of that American Exchange student.

    Victoria stalked off, this time steam coming out of her head.

    "I'll text you later, kid." Finley ruffled your hair again. "If you need anything-"

    "I know where to find you!" You said over your shoulder as you walked in the oppsite direction. 

    For the next our, you wandered around London. You walked down the Thames, grabbed some coffee, window shopped, sat down and tried to gather your thoughts. You tried to delay the visit to your mothers grave. For some reason, it kinda hurts. 

    The sky turned darker today. You shivered pulling your jacket closer. 

    You sighed as you decided to go and face your mother. You felt like she was  going to crawl out of her grave and kick you sorry ass by making you do chores. You chuckled at that thought. It was he first time you smiled all day. 
    The cementary was the same as usual. Dreary, rainy and depressing. You never really noticed how sad this place looked. You were the type of person to always wear a smile on your face. Now you just felt hollow. Thank go it was the start of Christmas break. 

    "Hey, Mom." You came up to the familiar willow tree. Once again you were met with silence. You laid your back against the bark and sat down. The willow's branches shielded you from the rain. 

    You couldn't think of anything to say. It felt comfortable to just listen to everything around you. Your eyes closed as your heard the rain drops fall.


    "Stupid," Natalia Arlovskaya Braginsky muttered as she entered the room. The knives underneath her jacket were still caked with blood from a stupid male who flirted with her- thus annyoing her. 

    "I must agree with you," Nikolai said. His blue eyes focused on empty seats of the meeting room. 

    The meeting was set in some underground bunker of the Irish/English Mafia. Arthur Kirkland, along with the rest of his power hungry brothers- hosted. 

    Everything was set and everyone was seated.

    So far on the Chinese Triads, Japanese Yakuza, and Russian Mafia made it. The American Costra Nostra, The North and South Mafia Raj's were even here. The Italians came last with the Germans right behind them.

    "If we are all present, I'd like to start," Arthur Kirkland stated. Next to him, his brother Alistair Kirkland smoked his cigar and eyed everybody in contempt. 

    "First things first," Alistair puffed out the smoke he had in his lungs. "Weapons of the table. I'm looking at you Yao, all of the weapons. I don't want any blood spilling on our turf today."

    Everyone murmered or complained silently but a plethora of weapons were placed on the table. From the most lethal of poisons to the biggest of guns. If it was a weapon to kill people, these people most definetly had it. Even the nicest of them. Kat pulled a gun out of her clevage and took of the hunting knife she strapped to her thigh. The man from the Turkish mafia eyes her curvacious figure earning a glare from Ivan.

    The room cringed at the blood stained knifes of Natalia and Nikolai. 

    Arthur put down his gun and dagger. "Now," He said politly. "We're here to discuss the pointless.......skirmishes-"

    "To say the least, aru!" Yao snapped. "You're little stand offs have been bad for buisness!"

    "Dont even start it, Yao! You're so called 'Chinatowns' are annoying the heck out of me!" Alfred Jones, the American gangster, snapped.  

    "Perhaps if you utilized your territory more, you wouldn't be having this problem," Arthur said. He raised his thick eyebrow at his former charge. "If you're done-"

    "I'm not doing any harm, da. I'm just utilizing my territory," Ivan said. 
    "Like hell you are!" Lovino Vargas yelled. His grandfather put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down but he shook it off. "That territory is ours, you vodka bastard! You stole it from us!" 
    "It's not stealing of the other person did not want it, da." 

    Lovino Vargas glared at him. "The territory is ours and we want it back," he growled. 

    "And what if I do not want to give it back?" Ivan asled innocently.

    Everyone could feel the tension in the room. Ivan usual aura -to say the least - flared up. Lovino's trigger finger was twitching, Feliciano noticed it and his hand made its way to the hidden blade in his glove. 

     "There will be war, Ivan." 

     The words settled over the bosses. Another war meant too much money. The Vargas and Braginsky families had the money and power to supply a war but the rest weren't as powerful. This could get costly and everyone could see it. 

    "Is that not pointless?" Ivan asked. His eyes clouded over in childish maleficence. Kat shuddered as she saw her brother turn cold. "A war is costly, da. This is just a bluff put on by a child who thinks he can rule his family." 

    "Child!" Lovino's eyes twitched.  
    "In Soviet Russia you don't declare war, war is declared upon you." Ivan pointed his finger at The Vargas family. "Das vatania." 

    Ivan got up and walked out of the bunker. He left behind a pissed off Lovino and a very weary meeting room. 

    "Hopeless," Arthur signed. He face palmed. He wanted to just go home and have a nice cup of tea. 

    "It seems that we must pick sides, aru." 
    "I'm afraid zhat this vill escalate to a global scale," Ludwig said. 

    "I'm afraid so," Roma Vargas said. It seemed he wouldn't be dying in peace as he hoped. War was inevitable after all. 

    "Then we shall settle this now."

    By the end of the meeting, The Turkish, Japanese Yakuza, and Chinease Triads sided with Ivan. The Spanish, French, and German mafias sided with Lovino. The English/Irish mob, The American Costra Nostra and Mafia Raj's stayed out of the conflict. Whatever the result of this war, it wasn't going to be good. 


    "Nikolai. Natalia," Ivan snapped. 

    "Da?" Nikolai asked in a bored tone.

    "Do you remember our little sister?"

    "What about her?" Natalia asked, void of any emotion. "Didn't she die? I remember father killing her."

    "Ah, yes." Nikolai frowned at the thought of his 'sister.' "I believe father ordered a hit on the whore and her daughter. Must have been a silent one."

    The Twins didn't notice Ivan's eyes as they turned softer. Kat did, she put a hand on her brothers shoulder o which he shook off. She nodded at the twins to get in the car so that she could talk to him alone. 

    "She's alive, isn't she?" Kat asked hesitently. 

    Ivan remained silent as the early morning rain drizzled. "I talked to her last night. My hopes were too high as usual. I was hoping to see my little sister, the happy child wanting her brothers attention," he scoffed bitterly. "But do you know what I found instead? I found hate. Bitterness. Anger. Sadness," He said the last word so silently. 

    "She has had a tough life, Ivan." 

    "But she has a family to share it with!" 

    "Bring her home, Ivan." Kat looked out over London. Her little sister was in this city, somewhere. All alone with no family and unprotected. "If anyone, in this country or the next, found out who she is-"

    "I will bring her home but," He opened the car door. "I want to wait until Father is dead, big sister. He is on the verge of death."

    "Ivan," Kat snapped. Even though there was an immense hate towards her father, he was after all her father regardless of the terrible things he had done.

     "Don't you dare deny it!" Ivan turned on her, his glare icy and dangerous. "He is the reason to why we have such a broken family. He killed our mother, The Twin's mother and tried to kill your little sister. Do not forget what he has done. He may be my father but I have no love for him," Ivan shut the car door and floored the car. 

    Kat stood there as she watched her brothers path of destrution. "Oh, little brother." 

    She pulled out her cell phone and contacted the best trackers in the Russian mafia. " 'Ello?"

    "Eduoard, I need you to find her. Have Toris keep an eye on her."

    "Anything else you need, Miss Katuyasha?" 

    "Da," She said. Her eyes scanned the bunker. "I want the three of you to keep an eye on The Vargas family."


     When your eyes opened, it was evenng. The sunny was peaking under the sky, casting out shades of orange and pink and red. The light hit your skin through the branches of the willow. 

    "I need to go home, mom." You yawned. "I'll be back tomorrow." You pulled out a flower that you had placed on the grave. "Love you," You said as you stood up and treked your way through the cemetary and back into the crowds of London.

    You noticed that the crowds were getting smaller and smaller, signaling that night was closing in. You were never scared of the night. Only the things that resided. 

    A feeling of danger overwhelmed you. You could feel it, prickling on your back and sensing it in the air. It was the famous sixth sense that Finley always joked about. You never really understood it but it had proven true before. For example, One year when you were rock climbing with Finley, you felt that odd feeling. You jumped out of the way in time as a boulder rolled past Finley and was about to crush you. You decided to take a leap of faith and jumped onto a ledge near by. 

    Finley joked about your sixth sense ever since. 

    And now here was that exact same feeling. 

    You pulled your hood up and kept walking. Damn. You shouldn't have fell asleep. 

    The tube was empty. You leaned against a beam with your thumb looped around your backpack strap. Your eyes were distant and thoughtful regardless of what was going on around you. 

    Finally the tube stopped and you got off. The platform was eerily empty today. Feeling even more unnerved you made your way to the surface quickly. The sound of Londons nightlife echoed around you. 

    You could feel the pocket knife in your pocket. 

    The night air was bitterly cold, the cutting breeze made your nose burn. The mood was obscured by rain clouds. It looks like it would rain tonight. 

    Your apartment was in view. You quickly unlocked the door and rushed inside feeling the warmth as you could feel your fingers again. Casually you slung your bag on the couch and went into the kitchen. 

    Then you noticed the pantry door was slightly ajar. You distinctly remembered closing it this morning. 

    "Well......that's odd," you grabbed some chips and closed the pantry. 

    It bothered you as you made tea. Could it have been Ivan? Or some burgled that was hungry? Thrives have broken in before and they met your trusty pocket knife. The police took care of the rest. 

    Ivan would have met you face to face. Maybe he was hiding somewhere wanting to talk to you again. 

    "Very funny, Ivan." You scowled. If Ivan was trying to win back his sister it wasn't going to happen. "It's completly hysterical. You can stop hiding," you said sarcastically as you walked out of the kitchen. 
     He didn't answer. You were starting to think a serial killer was in your house. The pocket knife was still in your pocket. You looked for a light switch as you felt a horrible sense of fear sink in. "Haha. Very funny. You got me." 

    You finally found a lightswitch. The light illuminated your cozy loving room. You face palmed at your stupidity. This wasn't Ivan and there was no serial killer. 
    You turned around and a bat swung passed you face. You sidestepped and dodged the man. You saw piercing green eyes as you jumped back. Your hand went for the pocket watch. 

    Before you could grab the pocket knife, somebody grabbed your hand and twisted it behind your back. You screeched as the other person pressed a white clothe against your face. 
    You recognized the scent. The sickly sweet smell of chloroform made you gag. You were forced to breath it in as the world went fuzzy. The person who pinned your wrists let you go. You felt yourself pitch forward. 

    "Sorry about this, Chica but orders are orders," the man with green eyes said. His accent sounded Spanish but in your dazed state you weren't so sure. He picked you up in his arms. You noticed green eyes and brown hair. You kept this in mind as you sank into the darkness. 

    'What a shitty day,' you thought. 

Chapter 1

     Palermo, Sicily was much warmer than the constant some and rain of London. 
     It was in this city alone that one of the most powerful mafia families resides. The Vargas family was their commenky know name. Their power reached all over the island of Sicily, up to Napoli, and into Rome. There had even been rumors that they had expanded their power across Europe. 
     The Vargas mansion that stood on a cliff was far more busier than usual. The Russians have been making constant attacks on the Vargas family's investments and now the Chinese were involved as well. 

     "Can somebody please kill that stronto!" Lovino Vargas yelled out. His men murmured in agreement. 

     This is Lovino Romano Vargas. The hot tempered and foul mouthed first heir to the Vargas family as well as well know womanizer. 

     "We can't just kill him, fratello. He has too many people behind him," Feliciano said. 
     This is Feliciano Vargas. The young and naive second heir to the Vargas family. He is also a well known womanizer as well. 

     "Lovino, We have to handle this situation swiftly. We're losing ground to him. What do you propose we do? Just assassinate him?" Roma Vargas, aka the Godfather of the family, asked his eldest grandson. 

      "Yes!" Lovino snapped. "I've lost fifteen good men to that icy bastard in the last five fucking months. He's been stealing our ship of drugs and he's already taken over the surrounding countries!" He banged his fist against the table, "We have to take him out before he becomes too untouchable!" 
      "He already is, Lovino." Antonio Fernadez Carriedo said. The young capo had rose up through the ranks quickly and made a name for himself. He was simply known as The Spaniard by all the Casinos he controlled. 
      "Shut up, tomato bastard!"

      "Lovino!" Roma scolded his grandson. 
      "Everyone in this room agrees that he has to be taken down, if not somehow stopped, right?" Lovino Vargas was met with a series of murmers. Some agreeing some not. "There is always a chink in the armor! We just have to find his!" 

      "He found ours," Feliciano murmured. His honey colored eyes distant as he stared at Romano. 

      "Romana knew the consequences of getting involved. She paid for it with her life," Roma said. The death of his second daughter was something to never bring up but she was the chink in their armor. How they adored his two daughters and how they died so tragically. Felicia by the hand of her husband and Romana by the hands of Ivan. 

      "An eye for an eye, nonno." Lovino growled. "We didn't get his wife but we did take one of his major drug trafficker. He hasn't  bothered us since. It's been two years. Why would he start this shit now?" 

      "Vendetta? We did hit him when we should have killed one of his siblings," Feliciano suggested. "Why not kill all of them off if their such a threat?"

      "Because they have the damned Triads and Yakuza with him. We just have the Spainards and that fucking Turkish bastard with us. He's even trying to recruit the fucking Germans into this one," Lovino tossed the Intel on the table. Roma picked up the documents and read over them. "If we kill one of them, we'd have another war on our hands and-" 

     "War equals money," Roma said. His eyes narrowed at the reports of Ivan's recent actions. "The goal is to not lose money no matter how much I want to put a bullet through that brain of his." 

     "Why not just go after his siblings?" Antonio asked. "Felicianos idea, not mine."

     "Well......." Roma contemplated it. 
     "Oh please," Lovino scoffed. "The twins are cold hearted killers, Katyusha may seem nice but she's good with a gun and Dimitri is a bomb expect. Good luck." 

     "All of them are hard to kill," Antonio took a swing of his drink. Those options were becoming limited. One wrong move could spark a bloody war. 

     "Not all......" Roma said. His eyes were still on the documents. 

     "What are you going on about, old man?" Lovino asked. Irritation clear in his voice. He just wanted to get out here and beat the crap out of some poor bastard. His trigger finger twitched.  
     "Tell me, gentlemen," he looked up at his capos. His eyebrows raised. "Did you ever hear of a person named (Name) (Lastname?)" He was only met with silence and confused looks. "Of course not. " 

      "Is she the chink in the armor metaphor you keep talking about?" Lovino groaned. "What's her relationship with Ivan anyway?" 

      "Nobody seems to know," Roma said. "Probably a distant cousin or old friend, but whatever she is he's looking for her. Our best hackers were able to obtain this information."

      "So what do you want us to do?" Lovino asked. 

      "Retirive the girl-"

      "And use her against Ivan?" 

      "Precisely," Roma smirked. 

      "And if she isn't important enough to him?" Feliciano asked, a little concerned.

      "We could always use a new maid, right Antonio?" Roma asked. 


      "But what if she was to have no use to us?" Feliciano asked. 

      "Then I'm afraid she'll be sleeping in the bottom of the ocean," Roma said cooly. "Antonio, I want you to use your sources and find out where she is. Feliciano, you'll be the one to kidnap our guest. And Lovino," he said as he poured a glass of wine for himself, "You'll be interrogating her for information."

       "Perfecto," Lovino purred. The small glint of borderline insanity rose in his eyes. Roma made a clear note of this and Feliciano suddenly felt sorry for this poor girl. She would go through hell when she got here. Silently he prayed that she would escape. 

       "On another note, we have an invitation to London," Antonio produced a cream colored letter. Heavy black letters spelled out 'Vargas.' "It's that pirates turn to host this months meeting," he said with disgust. He had hated Arthur Kirkland ever since he stole one of Casinos away from him and a decent sum money. 

      "The meeting is next week, si?" Feliciano picked up the invitation. 

      "Si," Roma replied. "We're all going so that we can settle this with that stronto. This girl, whoever she is will be our back up plan of Ivan will not back down, understood?" A murmers of agreements went around their table. "Buno Appetino," he said. He raised his wine glass. The others followed in suit. 

      Lovino Vargas excused himself afterward, as did Feliciano and Antonio. They waited before they were out of earshot of the Don. 

      "Are you sure this is a good plan, Lovino?" Antonio asked as he took a sip of his wine. "This girl could be some puta that he knows, Ivan barely felt anything when we killed his wife. Why would he now?" 
      "He's looking for her, idiota." Lovino's eyes went hard. He was still sore about the death of his aunt, Romana. "He made it personal when he killed Aunt Romana." 

      "I told her not to take this mission but she did anyway," Feliciano interjected sadly. "She said it was to get more territory but she knew it was a suicide mission. She intended to die-"

      "So did his damn wife," Lovino said sharply. 
      "People on both sides died, Lovino." Antonio reminded his younger cousin. He wasn't old enough to remember the last mafia war but he did. He lost his father and mother in that war. "I know you were closer to Romona than the rest of us but she knew the consequences. She knew her death was business not personal."
      "Then that bastard shouldn't have made it personal," he spat. "If this girl is a weakness, we have to exploit that." 

      "It's always personal with you, it's never going to end. Is it?" Feliciano leaned against the countertop. He sighed, tired of dealing with matters he didn't want to be a part of. 

      "I think it's risky but I'm in," Antonio sighed. "But only if Ivan doesn't back down at the meeting in London." Antonio put his glass in the sink and looked for his men. He had information he needed. 

      Lovino looked at his younger brother. Feliciano frowned into his wine glass. He didn't particurly like this gamble and he didn't like what was going to happen to this girl. He may have been part of the mafia but he was too soft to survive here. He looked at his brother who would one day be leader. He could see that he would be a  cruel and ruthless one. 

      "I don't like the plan either," Feliciano admitted but he knew Ivan needed to be stopped or there would be nothing left. "But I'll do it if Ivan says no." 

     "Good," Lovino said. His eyes scanning the crowd in the room. "Are you sure, idiota?"

     "Si," Feliciano nodded his head. 
     "Then let's get started," he smirked. 
     The Anatomy professor finally dismissed the students. Thank god it was the final period of the day but you still had to study for that quiz for tomorrow. Looks like it's another allnighter. 

     "Hey, (Name!)" Victoria ran after you with your text book in her hand. "You need to stop forgetting things, idiot." 

     "What would the universe be without you, Vicky." You pushed the text book back into your satchel. "You heading back home or you gonna get some coffee?" 

     "Coffee," Victoria sighed. "I'm going to need it. I haven't been able to stay up," she yawned loudly. 

     "Where's Fin?" You noticed the usual red head want here. 

     "Probably smoking or drinking herself to death somewhere," Victoria said casually. "I'm sure my older delinquent of a sister is okay," she waved her hand in the air dismissively.  

     "Such a good sister you are," Fin called out from her blue Mini Cooper. 

     "Get out of me car!" Victoria growled. 
     "Don't get your knickers in a twist, little sister. Mum said I could keep it till you finished school," she said smugly. "I'm here to pick up (Name.) we have training to get done." 

     "See you around, Vicky." You got into the Cooper. "We can get some coffee another time. Try not to have too much fun with Alfred," you winked. Victoria's face turned extremely red. Finley floored the car before Victoria would have screamed her head off.  

    "Do you have to tease her all the time?" 

    "Like you don't," you said.

    The car drove towards the boxing club that Finley and you attended. It was tucked into a warehouse on the Thames. I wasn't in the best part of London but you trained there anyway. 

    "Let's go, kid!" Finley positioned herself into a defense postion. Her fists were drawn and ready. You kept your eyes on her. 

    You threw the first punch which she dodged, you drew back quickly circling each other. Finly raised her leg up to kick you in the shins. You jumped to the side and and punched her stomach. 

    "Ooof!" She stumbled back. "Good punch." She cricled you looking for a weakness, she notcied your eyes were glued to her fists instead of her. She smirked, throwing a punch towards you face. You blocked the punch but didn't notcied her leg sweeping your feet off the floor. You crashed on the floor, your head hitting the rings surface harshly. 

    "Damnit, Fin!" You growled clutching the bump on your head. 

    "Hey, it's payback for that prank you pulled on me," she offered you her hand. 

    "It was worth it!" You grabbed her hand and tugged her down. She crashed next to you.

    "Good reflexes, kid but you need to concentrate on everything. What your opponents doing, why they are doing this, what will be their next move. The little things can make all the difference," she tapped your head as if she was drilling the information inside your head. 

    "Thanks, Fin." You got up and tugged your jacket on. "You think I'm getting better?" You asked as you used a towel to wipe the sweat off your face. 

    "Damn good. You improved in these five years," she lightly punched you in the arm, "You're not that weak little kid I knew. You've changed." You smiled as you felt a little better than before. It felt good to be stronger. That's what you promised your mother after all, to be free and to fight. 

    "I'll see you in the morning, Fin." You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. 
    "How about we take a early morning jog? Maybe it will clear your mind?"

    "Sure. How about five?"  
    "Sounds good, kid." She said. "You want me to drop you off. It kinda late don't you think?" 
    "I'll be fine, Fin. I'll take the tube," You smirked. "Besides, I've got you and Vic behind me. I'd dare anybody to mess with me." You opened the door and walked out into the night. 

    "That attitude is gonna get her killed," murmured Finley. 

    There was a steady downpour on your way to the tube station. Luckily you had an umbrella. By the time you got there, it was nearly deserted. That was to be expected since it was rather late. 

     The tube pulled up and you got in. You sat down as you put your earphones on. Soon Fall Out Boy played out. You nodded your head to 'Miss Jackson' as the train moved. There was one other person on the train but you didn't notice them. 

    Fifteen minutes later, your stop came up. You got off and walked into the night again. The sounds of the city were all around, even through your earphones you could hear it. You had gotten used to the city life. You liked the swarms of people and the constant buzz, it made you feel alive for some odd reason. 
     Your two story townhouse came up around the corner. Your mother had planted flowers in the front to keep it Livy but since you were so busy they had wilted away. You kept simple green plants so that your house looked decent.

     "Home sweet home," you said as you slung your jacket on the coatrack and went into the kitchen. You dug around the fringe and poured yourself a glass of milk. You were in the mood for some coffee right now. 

     Once you got your coffee you grabbed a bagel from the frigde. You were about to let it toast when you heard a freak from the kitchen. Normal people would have thought it was the old house settling but with your life, you knew better than that. Your hand wrapped around a pocket knife that you kept in your boot. 

      Slowly you crept through the hall way, you felt stupid doing this but you would rather take out this bastard now than wait for them to ambush you. You flicked the light switch aiming your knife at anything that moved. 

     The living room was fine. It was messy as you left it this morning, textbooks on the table and magazines on the couch. You scolded yourself for your paranoia.

     You walked back to the kitchen. What was wrong with you? There was that jittery feeling again.

     At first the kitchen seemed fine but you then noticed your bagel was missing. 

     "I don't believe in ghosts but this is really freaky...." You murmers to yourself. You swore you let the bagel toast. 

     "Trust me, сестренка." You felt a cold shiver travel down your spine. "I'm not a ghost." 

     You didn't want to turn around. After all these years and he still sounded the same. For a second you wanted to cry but you remembered the hate you just couldn't let go and that made you keep a strait face. 

    "Ivan," you greeted. 


    A few minutes later and the both of you were sitting down on opposite sides of the dining table drinking coffee. The awkward silence filled the air. 

     "How did you find me?" You turned around and faced him, breaking the silence. Your glare dangerous and icy. 

     "I have connections, сестренка (sister)-" 
     "Don't call me that," you said icily. 

     "You still hate me, da?" Ivan Braginsky smiled sadly. Your heart resented your choice of words and you felt the guilt build up but you had your reasons. "I do not blame you, (Name.) You have been wronged so many times." 

     You scoffed but let him continue. 

     "I want you to come back to Russia," he said as he took a sip of the coffee. He said it as if it was the most simplistic thing ever.  

     "Nyet," you said. 

     "Oh," he smirked. "Did you really think that because you ran away that you wouldn't be hunted?" 

     "I expected it." 

     "Are you coming back home? We can be a family again, da?"

     You stared at him in disbelief. He wanted you to do what? He wanted you to just forget about your life here and follow him to Russia. Ha! Like hell! You scoffed, it was a dry and humorless laugh. 

     "Family?" You scoffed again. "What family, Ivan? When were we ever family?"  Ivan said nothing so you continued. "Don't you dare say all those years ago because we were anything but family. I wasn't considered part of the family and I'm an outcast."

    "You're anger reminds me so much of fathers," he said.

    "What about him?" you said bitterly.
    "Papa is alive, little one. He doesn't know I'm here," he chuckled. "What? I can't see my little sister after all these years?" 

    You stayed silent. You buried you face in your hand, a headache was coming on. "Leave, Ivan." 

    The silence was brokened as the chair scraped across the floor. Ivan's footsteps were light but you could hear them slightly. The door opened letting the cold air in.

    "(Name,) I know you hate me. You must know there are people who want me dead. They will come after you to get to me and I don't want somebody to use you as my weakness," he sighed but continued. "I will always keep an eye on you, сестренка." 

With that he closed the door and you finally broke down.

    Here's the second part. I'd really appreciate the comment. I hope you all enjoy my second fic.
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    It all started with a girl running away.
    A cliche way to start anything but tha's how this story-your story- starts. 
    Actually your story started with you being born into a cruel and unfair world. The name gifted upon you by your mother was (Name) (Middlename) Braginski. Although, soon after your last name became (Lastname) due to circumstances.
    It was your father who changed your last name so that no one would know that he had an affair with a servent. He had three wives, two dead and one was an absolute bitch.
    You didn't know much about your father but you knew was an important man.
    He was a cold and caluculated man who ruled over an empire, he had no time for a women who he had a one night stand with or his bastard children. He kept you far away, sending a present once in a blue moon.
    You never liked him but you didn't hate him, you just didn't know him. You just knew he was your father but you even doubted that.
    One night you asked your mother why your father never acknowleged you. You were five at the time, innocent and unknowning about this world.
    "We're diffrent," She said as she braided your hair. You lived in the servants quarters with her. "He can't be seen consorting with people like us."
    "But why?" You asked.
    "Because, дорогой." Your mother said, "You're too young to understand anything. In the future, I will tell you everything but for now....." she trailed off getting lost in her thoughts.
    You honestly didn't understand. You played with the Braginsky children when you weren't doing chores. You liked Ivan, Katyusha, and Dimitri the most. Ivan treated you like his sister and Katyusha was so kind to you. Dimitri would always play with your pretty hair. Natalia and Nikoli, the twins hated you. They always teased you and messed with you al the time.
    Unknown to a younger you, your father didn't want anyone to know abut his illegitimate daughter. It was bad for buisness if his 'associates' were to know. Thank god that you looked more like your mother but you had his spirit. That small spark of defiance in you was small but in time it would grow into a flame. He knew it and he knew you would be a threat in the future. He would have to smother it out.
    Young Ivan Braginski looked up from his work. At the age of fouteen, he was a handsome young boy who took after his father in looks and more. He was the son of his first wife who he killed when he found out she was going to run off with some suka.
    "What do you think of (Name?)" He asked.
    "My sister-"
    "She's not your sister!" Mr. Braginsky snapped at Ivan. Ivan shrunk froze as he realized his mistake. "She's the bastard child of some maid!" 
    "I think nothing of her," He said curtly. Ivan bowed his head, going back to his work. He hid his feelings as he taught himself to. "She's just a servent girl who looks up to me as a big brother figure." He knew the true relation between him and (Name.)
    "Ivan, you know she is a child of servant. She is not equal to us. She is diffrent from us. Treat her that way." 
    "Understood," Ivan said. He swalowed the feeling of dread back down.
    Mr. Braginsky looked out into the garden to see you trailing behind your mother. He lifted his finger up and drew a cross upon the window. 
    "Get Boris," he said to Ivan. "I have an assignment for him." 
    "Da," he heard the scraping of the chair and the door opening. 
    He felt no regret, Vera (Lastname) and (Name) Braginsky were to die. If he didn't put a stop to this problem it would hurt his buisness in the future.
    "Ivan!" You saw your older brother walking down the hallway. You were eight at the time, "Wait for me!" you cried out.
    He glanced at you for a minute, his happy purple eyes turned icy cold as he kept walking on. He had to stay away from you for your own safety. His father was going to have you killed. "Clean up the mess in the kitchen," he simply said as if you were just some other servant. You didn't see his face or his eyes as they twisted with pain.
    "Ivan?" You looked confused. You just wanted to play with your big brother. 
    "Do what your told or do I have to tell my father?!" He snapped at you. You flinched as he raised his voice on you. 
    "W-What?" You asked, bewildered.
    "Now!" He yelled. 
    "D-da....." You nodded your head and walked away numbly, a little shocked about what happened.
    Ivan turned sharply and stalked away. You however were confused. Why was Ivan so cold to you? You bumped into somebody.
    "Ugh! It's you!" you were met with Natalia's cold blue eyes. 
    "There goes our pleasent morning," Nikoli said. He frowned at you as if you were a bug meant to be squashed. They were only ten, two years older than you. They were know for their icy and dangerous demeanor. 
    "I'm s-sorry," you stuttered. 
    "You should be," Natalia said. Their icy eyes stared into your soul. You shivered involuntarily. 
    "I don't understand why father let's you live," Nikoli said. "If it were me, you would have been dead by now."
    "Really, Nikoli? I heard that he's going to get rid of you because you're a disgrace to the family-"
    You bowed your head and hurried past them. Tears leaking form your eyes again, at least this time they didn't leave bruises on you. You found door you ended up at everytime you felt horroble, you would always go here. You swung the door open, walkng up the stairs and into the attic. The musty smell of books, linen sheets flooded your nose. 
    Dull light flooded through a large circular window, it over looked the front yard of the estate. You sat down on the window sill. Small sobs started to rack your tiny body. 
    "(Name?)" Irina asked. "Are you here?"
    Katyusha Braginskaya Braginsky walked up to you and wrapped her arms around you. At sixteen, she had developed a curvy figure, her breast had tripled in size since she was thirteen. You hiccuped on another sob. She was so kind and so warm, it made you cry even harder. Dimitri wasn't here anymore, he was in a boarding school in Ukraine. 
    "There, there." She rubbed circles on your back. "What did the twins say this time?" 
    "They told me father diesn't love me and if I wasn't related to him, he would kill me!" You cried into her chest. "I know father hate's me, Kat! I know! So stop reminding me!" Kat listened without inturupting. "I didn't ask to be born........"
    Kat mearly smiled with pity. "Shhh." 
    You're life had continued like that from then on. Only Kat and your mother seemed to take care of you, Dimirti was far off studying. Nikoli and Natalia constantly tormented you. You're father ignored you more than ever. 
    You had just turned ten. You had recieved nothing from your father and your mother couldn't give you anything. Irina mearly wished you a happy birthday and tried to give you a gift, however the twins took away your gift and refused to give it to you. 
    "любовь," You're mother woke you up that night. She was fully clothed, he eyes full of fear as she tossed you your clothes. "Get dressed, we have to go."
    "Mama....." You rubbed your eyes of sleep. "What-"
    "No time!" She adjusted the straps of her backpack, "I'll explain on the train ride."
    You jumped out of bed and put on the clothes. Your mother gave you your backback, you strapped it on without asking anything. Whatever was going on, it wasn't good. 
    Your mother pushed a bookcase aside revelaing a passage way through the house. You knew each one like the back of your hand, this one in particular lead out to the stables. 
    Then you realized that you were escaping but you didn't say anything.
    The cold night air hit you. "Come, (Name!)" You're mother hissed. Luckily the both of you had cleared the guards but now you had to get off the estate. Your mother held your hand as the both of you walked into the woods silent as the air. 
     You clutched onto your mother in fright. You were always told to stay out of the woods by Ivan. It scared you sometimes. 
     Your mother let you go suddenly. You protested but she silenced you. "Stay here," she whispered then she walked off into the woods. You stood there, your hands shaking and your mind reeling. Every sound from the owl to the wind startled you.  
     Finally the moon had peaked from the clouds illuminating your view. The fine blanket of snow shinned and bedazzled you. The once terrifyingandscape tunred into something from a painting. 
     "(Name!)" your mothers voice snapped you out of your trance. In her hand was a satchel. "Let's go, darling."
     You took her gloved hand and the both of you walked into the woods well into the morning. The sun hadn't lit the sky yet, it was just dull blue light showing you the way. 
     by the time the both of you reached the train station the sun was rising. The morning light hit you only warming you up slightly. The satchel contained a pair of passports and tickets to London. How your mother obtained them was a mystery. 
     It was seven in the morning when you got on the train. There were no sign of Braginsky's men thankfully. 
     "What's going on, Mama?" You asked your mother. The trail jolted as it moved. Your mother let out a breath of relief before she sat back. 
     "Your father was going to kill us," she said, her voice bitter. 
     "Why would Papa kill us?" You asked. 
     "Do you remember when I said we were different from them?" You nodded. "Do you know what your father is involved in, darling?" She asked. 
     "Business?" You asked hesitantly. You weren't so sure. "Something of the sort, Ivan never told me." 
     She looked around the cabin, when the coast was clear she leaned forward. You do as well. "He's in the Mafia," she said silently. You knew what a mafia was. Ivan had mentioned it a few times. "I met him when I was eighteen and well, against my judgement did things I shouldn't have done. i thought that it would have ended there but when you were born it was a threat to him and his business. I got a message that he was sending somebody to kill us." 
     "Why?" You asked. 
     "Because," she pulled you close. "That's what people them do to people like us."
     "Ivan's the same, isn't he?" You asked sadly. "He said he was my friend then he ignored me and treated me like I was nothing. Is that what you mean?"
     "Something like that," she said. "Don't ever let people like that doctorate how you live. I ran away to give you a chance to fight or to live."
     "I want to do both, Mama. I want to fight and live." 
     "Then we have to survive in this cruel and unjust world," she ran her finger through  your (h/c) hair. "We are living in a world of smoke and mirrors, my darling."
     Outside, the snow and trees flew past melting into a whir of colors. You closed your eyes as you past melted into a painful memory. 

     "(Name!) Wake up!" Somebody shook your shoulders, waking you up from your reverie.
     Your eyes snapped open as the subway (or tube) came to a sudden stop. 
     "We're here," Victoria said. Her usual grumpy demeanor was grumpier than usual. You yawned loudly and got up regretfully. You regretted procrastinating again doing homework that was suppose to be done, a week ago. 
     Being a 21 year old college student had it's downsides. Being a first year medical student didn't help things. Thankfully it was the few days before the semester ended and that meant a good month of Christmas break. 
      "Hey, Vicky!" You called to your friend through the crowd. 
      "What now? We're going to be late!" 
      "I'm going to be late today, cover for me!" You yelled before walking the opposite way.  
      Faintly, you could hear Voctoria cursing obsenly in public and you chuckled. 
      You had to visit your mother before heading off to college. She would kick your ass if you didn't. 
      The tall metal fence greeted you with its usual demenor. You skipped past it, the depressing weather didn't dampen your cheerful mood one bit. The grass has been freshly mowed. The smell of grass and rain was comforting. 
      "Hey, mom!" You said cheerfully as the tombstone came up. You pushed past the willow trees branches and into the little shelter where your mother rested. "Sorry I'm late. I had to take the tube this morning. I've got a good thirty minutes to kill," you sat down and leaned against the bark. "I had a weird dream about home, I dreamed about life if dad wasn't an asshole. It's stupid I know but I wish the family wasn't so split up. I still hate what they did to you. I will never forgive them, mom." You signed. "You're right, mom. It was a silly dream to have. This world is like smoke and mirrors. Simple tricks keeping you from seeing the big picture. I couldn't be accepted amongst them, could I? That's something that couldn't happen." 
    The willow tree swayed with the wind, only your mothers tombstone listened to you. It was like this for five years since your mother had died. 
    You still couldn't belive that she was gone, you missed her deeply and no amount of distraction could keep you away from thinking about her. 
    Your back hit the ground as you stared at sky through the branches.
    It's been this way for five years, you were all alone in this world. All you had was the significant amount of money your mother left behind and the lonely flat on the east side. 
   "I passed my exams," you said cheerfully. "If I can get a scholarship for the next three years, I could be a doctor. Won't that be great?" 
    Silence was your response. You smiled sadly. "I should go. I'll come back later, okay?" 
    You got up and dusted your self off. London was notorious for its weather, you pulled out your umbrella to save yourself from the rain. 
    It was a steady downpour now. You wrapped a long scarf around your neck. This was black with little pashmina designs into it. No matter how many times you wrapped it around your neck, it stayed long. 
   Your Mom had gotten it for you before she died. You wore to remind you of her but at the same time it reminded you of him much to your resentment. He wore his scarf the exact same way. Perhaps habits seem to stay regardless of how much you wanted to forget. 
   You pulled the scarf up to cover your mouth. For some reason, the sadness welled up today. Maybe because you were think too hard. Maybe a vacation with Victoria's family would be nice. They said they were going to Italy for a vacation. Perhaps you should tag along, they did invite you. 
   "(Name!)" You looked up to see Finley walking towards you. A flustered Victoria in tow. "Is miss perfect breaking the rules?"
    "You're twenty minute late! You're lucky that the professor is absent!" Victoria growled. 
    "Yeah, yeah. Whatever's." You rolled your eyes. 
    "I'm serious, (Name.) You're an adult now, you can't be late!" 
    Sometimes Victoria could be like your mother. God rest her soul.
    "Give the girl some space," Finley threw an arm around your shoulders and smirked at her younger sister. The red head wasn't the best student but she had street smarts. She was also your instructor. "You coming with us to Italy, girly?" She asked.
    "Mum wants her to come with us. I don't want you to mope around like last year." Victoria said. 
    "Didn't knew you care so much," you hugged her, she protested and screamed obscenities at you. 
     You laughed it off because you were used to it. 
     This was life and you liked it regardless of what was to ensure in the next month of so. 
My first fan fic, hopefully its good. I'm not the best wroter
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A Black Market Masquerade: Part Two of Two.


"I never thought a girl like you would come to rescue me..."


    “Lovi, what are you saying?”

    “I’m…” He flinched, and a single tear made its way down his bruised cheek. He quickly tried to wipe it away and continued, “I’m breaking up with you.” Despite his battered state, he forced himself to stand up.

    “Hey, wait! You can’t walk; you need to see a doctor!”

    He was already trying to limp away. As you stood up and tried to follow him, he turned slightly and shot you an icy expression. “Leave me alone, idiota. Didn’t you hear me say things between us are over?”


    Wincing at the strain on his body, he cut in, “-You’re annoying. You’ve just been a burden to me and nothing else. Did you really think I could be into a girl like you?! If you really care about me, do me a favor and leave me the hell alone!”

    …Stunned by his words, you couldn’t bring yourself to follow him as he disappeared down the alley.

    Anyone would think you’d be heartbroken after hearing those words.

    And anyone would be wrong—because you were angry.

    You weren’t angry at Lovino, but at someone else.

    How dare they take Lovino away from you.

    Now they’d be getting your wrath.

    They had no idea that you weren’t one to mess with.

    This was it—you were going to do it.

    You knew Lovi hadn’t meant what he said.

    Even if Seborga hadn’t told you how things really were, you would have gone through with this anyway.

    It must have been a God-given talent for one group of people to infuriate you to the point of destruction. Props to Gotti—he’d done a marvelous job of pissing you off. And not one person had ever reached this point in your book of hatred.

    They had successfully brought out the wicked monster in you.

    You readied your supplies. It wasn’t much, but you had to make sure everything was perfect.

    This was the right thing to do, even if you weren’t qualified to do it. You weren’t just doing yourself a favor, or just Lovi, but the whole world.

    Gotti was a criminal. He had killed countless people. He needed to be sentenced to death.

    “Did you check the safety switch? Oh, you did. Nice! Y’know, I’m so happy that you decided to continue our practice. It shows how much you…” Tino paused. Since his face was visible on your laptop screen, you saw him blush. “…it shows how much you miss me.” He smiled shyly.

    You didn’t know what to say. “Well… I do miss you…” But probably not in the way he was thinking.

    He grinned cheerily, “Okay. So remember everything I taught you about sniping?”

    You were on the roof of a building.

    You were trying to be calm, but it was difficult with Seborga panicking right next to you. “I can’t believe you’re gonna do this! Gotti’s reign of evil will finally be over! Th-This is so crazy, cazzo-! You’re… You’re gonna shoot him? Are you really gonna shoot him? What if you miss and they detect where we are?! I can’t go to prison; do you know what they’d do to a boy with a pretty face like me?!”

    You tried to keep your hands from shaking as you looked through your large gun’s magnifier, “That’s the beauty of being a sniper. No one will be able to know who shot the bullet; we’re too far away. Don’t you know this is how most US presidents were assassinated?”

    Seborga was still trembling. “I-I’M STILL SCARED!”

    You rolled your eyes. “Please try to calm down, Romeo. I’m nervous too,” You shot him a look that showcased your widened sleep-deprived eyes (a.k.a absolutely insane expression). “I-I’ve never killed anyone you know?!”

    “W-Who taught you how to do this again…”

    You shrugged, and turned back to lie on your stomach. “My Finnish friend. He taught me while I was still living in the Nordic region.”

    Seborga facepalmed, still obviously terrified. His voice was shaky as he commented, “H-How did I know he’d be Scandinavian…”

    You inhaled sharply. “Is that him?” You were looking down on the same alley where Gotti had beat up Lovino. You hadn’t seen your ‘ex’ since that day, and he didn’t call. He was probably still recovering from the gang-up.

    “That’s him,” Seborga clarified.

    Your fingers were quivering. You were about to take the life of someone.

    But this person had murdered innumerable others. He was feared throughout the mafia. Because of him, Lovino and many others were living in constant terror.

    Lovino. Just the memories of him beaten up and broken were enough to lower your eye down to the magnifier.

    There he was. Gotti was laughing while reloading his handgun. The small ‘x’ marker aimed at his forehead, his whole body was in radius of the magnifier’s visible circle. His colors were degraded to a light blue shade due to the weapon’s glass aiming device.

    “Do it.” Seborga’s voice was unflinching. You couldn’t see his face, but you could imagine its determination.

    Remember Lovino.

    …You pulled the trigger.

    Inside your house, you were pacing.

    Seborga was hanging out with you, resting on the couch with his arms casually hanging over the headrests. “Bella, I calmed down already, why can’t you? Want me to rub your shoulders a bit?” He cooed, “You look tense. You could look so much more beautiful without that panicked expression on your face.”

    You stopped pacing and glared at him, “It’s hard not to when there’s this!” You snatched up the remote and turned on the TV; it was on a news channel.


was the large headline across the screen as an anchorman described the happening.

    “…They must think you’re a hero. No one knows it was you; we made a clean escape. There are no searches being done either. It already said the mafia’s been disbanded.” He shrugged, “How boring. I wonder if I can still do my auctions…”

    Your eyes widened. “The auctions,” The day of the assassination was yesterday. Another auction was supposed to take place today. You hadn’t seen Lovino, and something told you that he’d be there. You just needed to find him.

    You looked closely at Seborga, the mafia boss. “What are you staring at? Have you finally realized that you’ve fallen for me?” He teased.

    Your stream of thoughts instantly broke. “Huh?! No. You’re too young. And besides, I’m with Lovino.”

    His flirty grin fell to a scowl. “You don’t know that yet. What if he actually did want to break up with you?”

    You glanced down at the carpet, heartbroken at the memory of when he said he didn’t want to see you again.

    “…You love him, don’t you?”

    Inhaling sharply, you looked back up. “W-What?”

    He got up and sauntered over to you, an easy-going smile on his handsome face. “You love my fratello. Why else would you risk your life—and innocence—to kill the man who was hurting him?”

    “He wasn’t just hurting him. You said Gotti remorselessly murdered even his allies on a nearly day-to-day basis.”

    “Indeed, and I wasn’t lying. But, would you have done so if you never got with Romano?”

    You stared at the ground again, teeth clenched. Of course you would have never gotten involved if Lovino wasn’t in danger. If you’d never met Lovino? You probably would’ve moved back to Northern Europe after finding out about the auctions.

    “Of course, if you don’t love him, you can always love me.” Seborga winked playfully, shattering the serious atmosphere.

    You actually managed a laugh. “I’m too old for you, Romeo. But it’s cute that you’re trying.”

    He gracefully threw an arm across your shoulders and brought you in to his chest, “I can be more than cute~” He whispered into your ear, grinning.

    “You’re, what, seventeen?” Chuckling, you moved away from him. “And I’m twenty-four. You should go back to high school, dear. It’s not good to be a dropout.”

    “Hm? I never went to school,” He plopped back down on your couch. “And heh, okay~ I’ll win you over later. Maybe when I’m a little older.” He smiled gently.

    After about a minute, you thought back to the auction that was supposed to start today. “Oh, that’s right!” You reached for Seborga and grabbed his hand. To your amusement, he actually blushed when your fingers wrapped around his wrist. “Come on,” You giggled, and began pulling him out the door. “We’re going to one of your auctions.”

    “B-But…” He stammered, “It’s not until tonight, and you’ll stand out among the millionaires, and you don’t have a mask…”

    You paused, and looked down at his designer suit and fashionable hairstyle. “Well then…”

    He winked, “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s a lovely idea. Let me give you a makeover.”

    “This dress is heavy…”

    “You look gorgeous.”

    “This mask is uncomfortable…”

    “You look mysterious.”

    “This makeup is thick…”

    “You look like a millionaire.”

    “Romeo,” You stomped your expensive foot—clad in a strappy stiletto, so it probably wasn’t a good idea, “You’re complimenting me too much…”

    He continued to escort you arm-in-arm into the auction house, “What can I say? I made you into a masterpiece. Your hair is perfection, is it not?”

    You had to admit that he was better at fixing your hair, applying your makeup, and deciding your attire than you would ever dream to be. He was like an artist with a dazzling eye for fashion. “I guess…”

    He sighed, “I just don’t want those stuck-up millionaires to make fun of you.”

    At that moment, the auctioneer began the event. “Ciao, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Italian mafia’s weekly black market auction!”

    As the crowd of mask-clad men and woman cheered animatedly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Hey bella, look who’s here.” Seborga pointed over to a dark corner.

    You turned and, as expected, noticed Lovino guarding one of the exits. With a gasp, you subconsciously took a step back, to which you bumped straight into Seborga’s chest. “Don’t run away now… I’m sure he wants to talk to you too.” With a push, Seborga got your legs to start moving.

    I hope he’s not angry… was all you could think as you walked up to him.

    You hadn’t even noticed that Seborga had stayed behind. Lovi looks so much better… I’m glad… you thought with relief. He had healed quite nicely from the one-sided fight. The only sign of it you saw was the small white Band-Aid across his nose.

    He was looking off in another direction, smoking a cigar. His hands were in his black suit pockets, and his back was against the exit. His shiny red tie stood out from the dark shadows, but his fedora hat shaded his eyes from view.

    Once you got closer, you managed to stutter out, “L-…Lovino…”

    He turned at the sound of your voice, and surprise immediately took over his expression. “…_____?!” His jaw literally dropped, causing the cigar to fall from his lips.

    The cloud of smoke disappeared once the source was gone. You stared at him, and he stared back. He was undeniably speechless.

    “Um… are you okay?” You meant it as in are we okay, relationship-wise, but it came out sounding more like a normal question.

    After about a minute of silent shock, he finally composed himself. He coughed lightly, and then eventually let out a laugh.

    “What’s so funny?” You watched him carefully, but fiddled with the front of your dress. You felt nervous as ever.

    He looked right at you and chuckled, “Is that even you? I’m gonna kill my stupid brother for getting his hands on my perfectly normal girlfriend.”

    You glanced down at your extreme makeover, “You don’t like it?” You’d asked before it computed in your mind that he’d just called you his girlfriend.

    “I love it. I just don’t feel like it’s you, but that’s okay.” He stepped forward. “…Your inner beauty is still there.”

    “Oh…” You blushed. This time, you were the one who was rendered speechless.

    He grinned and stepped forward a bit more. “I missed you, _____.”

    You felt as if the weight of the world had just been lifted off your shoulders. So you were right—he’d only tried to push you away for your own safety.

    With that in mind, you took one last step closer and embraced him tightly. “I-I missed you too… You don’t even know…” You squeezed him even more.

    He winced, and you noticed his arms were still at his sides instead of hugging you back. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” You’d forgotten about his wounds—no doubt they were still hurting him.

    He groaned, “It-It’s okay… just don’t squeeze me, dammit…”

    You laughed; he looked too adorable. He was so weak and fragile right now. “So… everything’s okay now?”

    He pulled back and nodded, “Yeah. Since someone finally killed Gotti, everyone’s free now. We’re all okay, now that the bastard’s gone. The mafia’s not even ‘organized’ anymore, and after this, I don’t have to guard any more auctions.”

    Upon hearing his words, you grinned brightly. “Really? That’s great!”

    He smirked, “I know. We can finally live a normal life.”

    Once the auction ended, it was time for the after-party.

    As usual, it was more like a ‘masquerade ball’.

    You and Lovino were currently by the long, white table-clothed refreshment area. It was covered with various wine bottles, original Italian biscotti, and several other types of snacks. The platters they sat upon were made of silver and carved with mask designs.

    “I wonder who murdered Gotti…” Lovino mused as you both sipped from wine glasses.

    “Um—” You dropped your glass in surprise. It spilled over the rows of fancy European chocolates, but only about two passersby noticed.

    “You’re so damn clumsy.” Even if his words were rude, he gazed at you gently, a smile tugging on his lips. “…And you could never seem like a millionaire even if you tried.”

    “Well, m-maybe I don’t want to be one of these fancy people…” You glanced around the ball, full of large gowns, tuxedos, and gold-trimmed masks. “Maybe I just want to be with you, and…” You should tell him. Yeah… you were gonna tell him. “I just want to be with you and literally shoot anyone who gets in my way.”

    He tossed you an odd look. “…You’re so fucking weird.”

    Offended, you punched his shoulder. “Ouch! You hit one of my bruises!” Despite the anger in his voice, he was chuckling. “Okay, okay! You’re not so weird.” You’d get his true answer out of him eventually.

    “So you’re saying you wouldn’t kill anyone for me?” You murmured after a few seconds.

    “Well, maybe if someone was threatening you.”

    “Like the way someone was threatening you?”

    He fell silent. “_____...”

    “I would do it for you.”

    He simply repeated your name, except more sternly. “_____.”

    You took in a deep breath. “I killed him, Lovi.”

    He was quiet for a minute; he stared at you with an expressionless look on his face.

    Soon, two new voices broke the silence. “She’s right you know. I was with her the whole time.”

    “And I saw the whole thing~!”

    One voice was a familiar Italian one, while the other sounded… vaguely… American?

    Seborga walked up with some blonde-haired, blue-eyed man that you couldn’t quite recognize. “Accept it, big bro. Your girlfriend has more balls than you.”

    “And she’s more of a badass than you too!” The American grinned cheekily.

    “And you are…?” You asked him bluntly. “And… what do you mean ‘you saw the whole thing’?!”

    Seborga gestured to him carelessly, “This is Alfred ‘Hitman’ Jones. As you can assume, he’s a fellow assassin. He was on the same rooftop as us and I guess we never noticed him, cheh?” He laughed nervously.

    ‘Hitman Jones’… that name rang a bell. So did that white dress shirt and black bow tie.

    …He was on the FBI’s Ten Most Wanted list.

    He smacked your shoulder playfully, “So where did you get those mad sniping skills? My mentor Gil taught me how to shoot, but I’m still learning long-distance!”

    …It just barely hit you right now that you were technically an assassin now. “I-I’m not gonna do it again!” You shouted furiously.

    As the infamous hitman continued to fanboy over his new favorite assassin (“You’re amazing! You might just be better than Kirkland!”), and you continued to tell him this was the last time you’d ever snipe, Seborga took this opportunity to pull Lovino aside and inform him, “…It really was her. She did it for you, Roma. She only knew how to snipe because a friend taught her for fun before she moved here.”

    Lovino was quiet for another minute or two—until he saw the hitman throw an arm across your shoulders. “…Hey Alfred?” He started.

    “Huh? Call me Jones.”

    “Jones. Can you get the fuck out of here please?”

    “Sheesh, work on your manners—or else next time I might just stab you, ‘kay?” He smiled cutely. “…Sure, I’ll be by the food table.” He skipped away, and you noticed many Swiss army knives clipped to his back pockets.

    The steaming Italian looked to his younger brother—into similar eyes of a nearly identical light green. “You too. I need to talk to this idiota alone.”

    “Of course~” He stuck his tongue out at him, “tell her you like her accessories.”

    “Go away.”

    “Alriiiight, alright.” Hands up as if in surrender, he strutted off towards a group of young women.

    You cautiously looked up to your hot-headed boyfriend, “Lovi…?”

    “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

    “I’ve been informed.”

    “You could’ve gotten in serious trouble.”

    “I know.”

    “He would have gone after you if you missed.”


    “You and me would both be dead.”

    “But we’re not, and he’s gone forever.”

    The edges of his lips twitched up in a smile. You could tell that you’d won. “Oh, so no ‘thank you’ from you?” You asked without thinking.

    He smirked, and forcefully grabbed your wrist. “…Get your ass over here.”

    “Lovino—” He tugged you all the way to the dance floor. “But, we can’t do this! Your wounds—”

    “-I’m fine, quit worrying.” Once in the middle of the floor, he held onto your waist. “Now just dance with me.”

    Surrounding you were elegant couples in dark ballroom gowns, feathered masks, and classy tuxedos. Lovino wasn’t wearing a mask, and it felt like he was all you could see. The spotlight seemed to shine on only the two of you, though it wasn’t. His smile after enduring the torture of living in fear was the brightest thing you could see, and from now on, it would be all you’d ever see. Thanks to you, the darkness in his life would be over.

    On that dance floor, you clumsily tried to follow his lead, also stepped on his foot with one of your stilettos a few times, as well as suffered severe mortification, but it was still a memory you’d cherish for the rest of your days.

    Slow dancing to the music, you tightened your arms around his shoulders and pressed your head to his chest. “Thanks for not being angry with me.” You mumbled softly.

    “Are you kidding?” He pulled back to face you, and gently took off your mask. Staring into your eyes, he blissfully whispered, “I never thought a girl like you would come to rescue me…”

    You blushed lightly, just as he closed the few inches of space between your lips and his.

    Extended Ending:

    “I think this is the place~!”

    “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”

    “I agree. W-We’ll be catching her off guard…”

    “Yeah! And what if she’s not even home?!”

    “…Just knock, my wife.”

    “I-I’m not your wife!” Tino blushed furiously, and then knocked on your door. In his other hand was a bouquet of fresh Mountain Avens.

    To the group’s surprise, you opened up right away. “…Tino? Everyone?!”

    The Finnish boy smiled, “We thought we’d drop by for a surprise visit!”

    “Yeah, how long has it been?! A year already?” Mathias grinned at you.

    “Uh…” You began.

    Lukas stared straight at your face; his soulless eyes felt like they were nearly burning a hole through your head. “…Is that an engagement ring.” He asked—tone of voice more like an emotionless command.

    You continued wringing your hands, “Yeah…”

    Emil’s round violet eyes widened a bit as he blushed, “Y-You’re married?”

    “No! Soon to be; we don’t know the date yet.”

    “…D’we catch you at a bad time.” Berwald mumbled.

    You heard footsteps down the hallway. “No, I just—”

    “Who’s at the door?”

    Your cheeks reddened as Lovino faced your beautiful friends. He’d known that you had once been interested in Tino, and you didn’t know how he’d react to meeting him face-to-face… along with your other sparkly, pale, light-haired Scandinavian friends.

    “…You must be South Italy,” Tino politely handed him the flowers that were obviously meant for you. “I’m Finland; we are the Nordic Five!” With a grin, he gestured to the group behind him. “Sweden, Denmark, Iceland, and Norway.~”

    Lovino was expressionless. You, on the other hand, nearly choked on your own spit. They were countries too, and they never told you?!

    “Yeah,” Lovino looked down at the flowers, and then stared at Tino.

    You braced yourself for his next comment. Would it be a string of curses, perhaps?

    “…You needa teach me how to fucking snipe sometime too-!”

Cover art (c) Original Artist

A.N.: OMG Miistical, I finally finished your 2nd request APH Italy Salute  I very much hope you liked it >.<

...Haha, Reader was a secret badass in this fic XD She was like Peter Parker before he turns into Spider-Man, LOL.

I freaking love Sniper!Finland though. Oh, and "Hitman Jones"~ How was Seborga? I've never written him before this story, eheh...

Part 1: Mafia!RomanoxReader~ A Black Market Masquerade PT1

Edit: Sorry to annoy you guys, but Tierany-chan pointed out a typo and I just kinda freaked out =7=
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Muffled voices and bright lights came in and out of your vision. The only sound you could really identify was the sound of a siren that rang in your ears. Who knew such chaos could have happened in the span of a couple hours? You felt hands help lift you up and onto a gurney, as you tried to remember everything that happened.

~A Day Earlier~

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, Lovi~!” You chirped, walking off Lovino’s porch steps and heading home.

“Don’t call me that, Idiota!” He yelled, his face a bright tomato red. You chuckled to yourself, as the Italian sighed and shut his door. You both planned on having lunch tomorrow (against his will, he liked to say) and you were no less than excited. You skipped home, thinking of what types of food you guys should have.

~Lovino’s P.O.V.~

I shut my door and rubbed my head in annoyance. ___ is a lot more of a handful than she looks, but why does she have to me so damn cute?! I sighed, once more, and walked to the kitchen to see of I had some leftover tomatoes from the other day (which wasn’t likely, because of that tomato bastard…). I opened the fridge to check inside, when I heard a clicking sound behind me. I snapped around to see a familiar rat holding a gun and seating at my dining table.

“What the hell do you want?” I glared, but this seemed to just amuse him as he chuckled.

“Good to see you, too, South Italy.” I flinched a little at the formal name, but continued to glare. He stood up, setting down his gun and looked to me. “The boss told me to come check on you, said something about you growing soft. I didn’t really believe him since I couldn’t imagine the machine gun-wielding Lovino being a softy, but now I see where he’s coming from.”

“I was never that into your “family” anyway! Why do you suddenly care?” I growled, inching my hand to my own gun.

“Because, Lovino, we wouldn’t want you to “accidentally” slip some info about us to someone, right?” He smirked and walked over, snatching the gun out of my hands before I could make a move. “Here’s the deal, South Italy, all you need to do is prove you’re a loyal brother and just dispose of this “friend” of yours. You got twenty-four hours to do it. Fail to do so and we’ll kill her and you. Got it?”

He held out his hand to shake. I gulped, feeling the blood leave my face, as I mulled over the offer. Moments later, I put my hand in his and shook it.

“It’s a deal.”

~The Next Day~

I sat across from ___, as she looked at her menu, trying to decide what she was gonna get. She planned this whole sorta lame date and dragged me to it, but it now was my only chance to kill her. This wasn’t the first time I had to kill someone, but this time around something felt… wrong. I’d known ___ for a couple months now, but that doesn’t mean I considered her a friend or anything… right?

It was kinda nice that she came to hangout, even though I told her I don’t like company. She defiantly got weird and annoying sometimes, but I couldn’t help but notice how cute she can be. WHAT AM I THINKING?! I have to kill her today! I can’t think about shit like this, it might make me reconsider!

“-Lovino!” I snapped out of my thoughts and looked to ___, who looked a bit annoyed herself. “You okay? You didn’t respond the first few times I called your name.”

“I was just thinking, that’s all.” I huffed, leaning back in my seat. She shook her head and smiled a bit.

“Alright, whatever.” She seemed to perk up at a thought and stood up. “Oh! I almost forgot something in the car! I’ll be right back!”

She hurried out and I looked to her glass of water, now having the chance to set my trap. I pulled out a bag filled with a powder, Arsenic to be exact. I quickly dumped the contents into her water and watched as it became colorless. I quickly shoved the bag into my pocket when I saw her coming back in.

“Sorry about that, but I needed to grab this.” She held out a wrapped box, which sent me into confusion. “This is for you.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” I muttered, hesitantly taking the box.

“Well, I wanted to. Now, go ahead and open it!” She smiled, watching intently. I sighed and slowly teared open the wrapping paper. Inside was a box that held a phone case, which depicted the Italian flag with a couple tomatoes on it. I looked to her, still a bit confused.


“I saw you didn’t have a case for your new phone and decided to get you one. When I saw that one, I knew it needed to be yours. You might need to be using your phone a lot more anyways.” She answered, slowly becoming flustered by the end of it.

“Why is that?” I raised an eyebrow, putting the case in my pocket. My fingers brushed against the bag that used to hold the arsenic and I felt my heart begin to race.

“Well, I’m heading back home today.” My expression became surprised. “This visit to Italy wasn’t suppose to last forever and I have to fly home tomorrow. That’s why I planned this day out, so I could spend one last day with you.”

I was speechless, she wanted to spend her last day with the most moodiest person, she’d ever meet. I couldn’t help but feel annoyance at this, but at the same time I felt… grateful, that she would pick me of all people.

“I know you don’t like being around people, but I thought you deserved one nice day out.” She smiled a little, as she reached out for her water. Quickly, without a second thought, I smacked the glass out of her hand, causing it to fall and shatter. She looked to me, now confused, but I drew my hand back and huffed.

“Sorry… I have random muscle spasms sometimes…” I muttered a lie. She tilted her head, but nodded.

“I didn’t know that, but hopefully something like that doesn’t happen, again, right?” She smiled and called a waiter over to ask about the mess. I let out a sigh of relief, but then felt a new fear go through me. I won’t… I can’t kill her and now they will try to kill me and her both. I looked to her, as she began to talk, again. At least she’s out of the country, they won’t be able to get her there.

~Later, Reader P.O.V.~

It had gotten late, but you had spent the whole afternoon with Lovino. He defiantly warmed up the more you hanged-out and seemed to even be happy by the end. You were walking back to his house, when he stopped you on a bridge.

“Uh, ___? I… Tonight wasn’t that bad.” You smiled and nodded.

“Thanks, I didn’t think it was too bad either.” He hesitated before nodding.

“___, I think I’ll just head home alone from here.” He began to walk away.

“What, why?” You asked, running up beside him.

“I think I may have some company there…” He answered, but it didn’t seem like he was telling you everything.

“Well… okay. I may see you tomorrow, but if not…” You kissed his cheek. “Goodbye, Lovino.”

“… Goodbye, ___.” He quietly answered, before turning and leaving. You felt your heart drop, but this was Lovino. You shouldn’t be too surprised he was acting like this. You sighed and went your own separate way.

You were planning on going home, but you decided to lean on the bridge and look at the lights all about the city. You sighed once more, looking down at the running water below. It was so dark, you couldn’t see what was in the water, but you could tell how fast it was running. You straightened up and began to make your way off the bridge, when a pair of arms grabbed yours.

A sack was pulled down around your head, as someone tied a rope around your wrists. You struggle hopelessly against them. Moments later, you were walked and then pushed forward. Instead of meeting the ground, like you expected, you plummeted down before hitting the water. You did everything you could to try and swim upward (wherever that was), but you seemed to only be dragged down more. You began to lose air and your senses became fuzzy.

Air came quickly, as your savior dragged you back onto land. You didn’t even remember anyone grabbing you, but here you were on the side of the river, trying to get as much air as you could. You felt hands take off the sack from your head, before undoing your bonds. You couldn’t see them, because of how dark it was outside, but the Italian curse words they muttered gave you a pretty good idea.

“Lovi?” You asked, coughing up some more water. Before he could answer, gunshots were heard and the loud ringing echoed through your head. Lovino pulled you up with him, but just as he did something whizzed past your head and a searing pain filled your head. You collapsed, as you heard the muffled shout of Lovino.

Your vision came in and out of focus, as your eyes got used to the dark. You saw bullets flying around once and another time a bunch of guys you’ve never seen before. But it seemed just as the noise and fighting started, it quickly dissipated. That either meant Lovino had defeated them or… You didn’t want to think of the other option.

A face came into your vision and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank God, you’re alright.” Lovino said, embracing you. His face was covered in blood, but you prayed it wasn’t his own. He pulled away, a bit flustered. “I can’t tell you everything, but I’m not gonna be able to call you back.”

“What…?” You were confused, what was he talking about? The sound of sirens filled the air and it caused Lovino to visibly stiffen.

“You’ll understand later, but whatever happens, you need to go home and stay there, until you figure out what I meant.” This continued to confuse you further, but before you could ask him what he really meant he kissed your forehead and stood up. “I’m sorry…”

He ran off into the night, as all your senses just faltered.

~Present Time~

Things began to make more sense in your mind, but you knew you would never hear the whole story, unless you made contact with Lovino, again. You laid in a hospital bed, bandages wrapped around your head. Apparently, a bullet had nick the side of your head and was likely to leave a scar, but nothing much else. A TV was on in the room, with the news on.

Suddenly, a crime scene pulled up and you sat up in your bed. Several bodies were shown with bullet wounds all along them and it turns out that they were confirmed to be part of the Mafia. These were defiantly the same guys who attacked you. Suddenly a picture of Lovino’s house pulled up on the screen, cop cars in the front yard.

You kept your attention on the screen, until you heard that a body was also found here and seemed to be part of the same Mafia. You were expecting another person to be revealed, having tried to kill Lovino, but instead you saw the last person you wanted to see on the screen. An old picture of Lovino was shown on the screen and the newscaster announced that he was found dead. You turned the TV off and curled up, wishing that everything that you just saw-that everything that had happened in the last hour or so didn’t happen.

But everything did happen and you wouldn’t be able to forget it.

~An Hour Earlier, Lovino’s P.O.V.~

___ was gonna be okay, I knew she would be. The cops had gotten to her and must’ve been helping her. I just needed to do one more thing and that was to get out of the Mafia.

Looks like I got to fake a death.
This is a request for :iconsavanime19:

I think this one defiantly turned out better than I thought it would. I haven't written about any Mafia character before.
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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^

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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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      "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."
Another Romano story!

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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.
Hetalia not mine. don't steal
~ALSO: I am now taking requests. Any hetalia pairing or country x reader. Full list in my journal. Leave a comment with your request.
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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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This time thoughts are in this story. Lately I haven't been using thoughts... But I am now~!
I suppose this is a bit like a crackfic? It's for Feli and Lovi's late birthday... I forgot it! I'm such a bad friend... Well I would be if I knew them... Anyway, enjoy?
Today is Feliciano and Lovino's birthday. It is the fifteenth of March.
Right now, at this very moment, the brothers are out for birthday lunch with all of their OTHER friends. Unfortunately, to prank them, you'd need to lie about not being able to go to their lunch.

"Ciao, _____~ Can you come to our birthday lunch?"
"Sorry, Feli, I'm busy I can't."
***End Flashback***
...Even though I must've made them upset... I'm sure they'll be happy when they get my present~ You walk over to Feli's room and you quickly cast a spell. "Mutare! This room must change! I chant this faster for pasta! Mutare! This room must change! I chant this faster for pasta! MUTARE! THIS ROOM MUST CHANGE! I CHANTED THIS FASTER, NOW PASTA!" Feli's room was once a messy room with white flags lying everywhere... But after its makeover... Everything looked like pasta...
Meanwhile...At the birthday lunch...Italy randomly shouted his famous 'PASTA~!'...
Aww~ Feli's gonna love this! After your makeover of Feliciano's room, you went over to Lovino's room. Chanting a similar spell. It turned his room into a whole lot of tomatoes. I hope the spell holds...

When the lunch was over, the two brothers who would were soon to be pranked came home. Since they had nothing to do, they went to their rooms. They opened their doors simultaneously and both squealed in surprise. "WHO-A MADE MY BELONGINGS INTO-A TOMATOES?!" "Ve~ My room is pasta...PASTAAAAA~" You smiled because you made them happy. Then you had another idea. A very naughty idea... And with a small puff of magical smoke, you became invisible.
You walked up to the unsuspecting duo and tugged their curls. "CHIGIIIII! FRATELLINO! WHY-A DID YOU DO THAT?!" "I didn't do it, fratello...The only person I know who could have done it was ____. But the bella isn't here...Or is she?" Feli grabbed at the air but accidentally grabbed your chest. You squealed and your spell was forcefully broken. "SO-A IT WAS YOU, RAGAZZA. NOW-A WE'LL-A NEED TO PUNISH-A YOU~"
You could guess what happened next.


I don't know. But I wish I didn't forget their birthday...
Anyway this is a one shot. A very bad one too... It's not rubbish enough to be crack though...So it's in the middle...
Well. Bye!
This is for Feli and Lovi's birthday two days ago.... I forgot. Noooooooooooooo!!!
Anyway. Enjoy the rubbish.
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Assassin!Romano x Assassin!Reader

"Di nuovo."

You charged the wall, running straight up several steps before you were forced to grab a windowsill and haul yourself up to the roof.

"Anche tu, Lovino," said your mentor. Lovino took a deep breath, then dashed forward. His toes touched the wall and he stumbled, falling backwards to land on his ass. You failed to stifle a laugh.

Lovino and his brother, Feliciano, had joined up with the Assassins several months ago, but they weren't making a lot of progress. You usually encouraged Feli, because he was so childlike that he threatened to cry every time he did something wrong. Lovino, however, responded to everything you said or did with indignation, bordering on dislike. You pitied him, because he was just as awful as his brother, but teased him because he responded worse to compassion.

"Stai zitto, ragazza," he growled up at you. You barely resisted the urge to stick your tongue out at him. Your mentor, however, gave you a stern look.

"Help him," he told you. You sighed, lying flat on your stomach with your arms reaching down, palms turned toward Lovino. Once again, he managed only a couple of steps up the wall, but this time he was able to grab your wrists. You heaved him up easily. Rather than thanking you, he crossed his arms and glared at something off to your right. You stood up and rolled your eyes.

"Feliciano!" called your mentor down to his final apprentice. Feli started, as though he had been thinking about something else. This didn't surprise you at all, as he was constantly daydreaming about dinner. He glanced up the wall, looking slightly less happy than usual.

The truth was that neither of the Vargas brothers were cut out for the Brotherhood. They worked hard, but they just weren't right for this life. Even so, your mentor had taken them on, and he seemed determined to at least teach them something.

Feliciano was still staring at the wall as though it were threatening him. He took a step back for a bit of extra speed, when a shout reached your ear.

"Arrestare! Assassini!"

Guards. They weren't much threat to you up here, but Feli was still on the ground. You reassumed your position on your stomach, reaching out to help him before it was too late, when he gave a girly shriek and sprinted up the side of the building like it was nothing. You were nearly impressed, except that he immediately crouched behind your mentor's feet, cowering.

Three guards had gathered in the spot that Feliciano had just vacated, shouting up at you. One of them was drawing a crossbow.


The whisper of your mentor was all you needed, and you leaped, dispatching the crossbow guard as quickly and easily as if he were a fly that you had just swatted. Before he fell, you sprung off his shoulders to the building across the street, scaling it like a cat. The remaining two guards were visibly shaken, and stood back-to-back, swords drawn.

"Lovino," said your mentor. An order. Lovino glanced down at the guards, looking slightly ill. They were both fairly young, maybe in their late teens or early twenties. A fully-fledged Assassin wouldn't worry about that - a Templar is a Templar. But Lovino had never killed anyone before. He had always managed to wriggle his way out of it, one way or another.

He tensed, about to jump, and in that instant, something came over you. Before he could move, you jumped back down once more, stabbing one guard in the neck with your hidden blade. The second received a slash to the chest as he was turning around, followed by a sweeping kick that knocked him over. His head connected with the brickwork road with a dull crack, and he lay still.

Your mentor was not pleased with you.

"You should have held back!" he scolded you. He didn't raise his voice at all, but his tone was scathing. "What came over you?"

"Mi dispiace." You bowed your head, accepting his anger passively. "Lovino was taking too long."

Your mentor sighed, rubbing his eyes exasperatedly.

"Voi tre," he muttered. "What am I going to do with you?" Recovering his dignified air, he said, "You should not be so eager to draw blood. We kill only if we must."



Later, during your free time, Lovino came to find you. You were resting on a bench near the Basilica di Santa Maria Novella, watching the crowds go by. He sat down beside you, glaring at the side of your head. You continued to watch the crowds.

"Alright, ragazza," he growled. "What the hell are you playing at?"

"You're not very good at this, you know," you told him, still not meeting his eye. "Don't look at me. And don't talk so loud; people will hear you."

He jerked his head to look away, though reluctantly. His hands were resting on his lap, and you saw them tense out of the corner of your eye.

"So what's the issue?" you asked nonchalantly. He fought to keep his temper in check, though his words were still coming out as a low growl.

"Earlier, that stunt you pulled with the guards," he snarled. You pretended to think about it, finally seeming to alight on the event.

"Oh, okay. What about it?"

"Why didn't you let me do it? I was supposed to be the one to do it."

Finally, you turned your head, catching his surprised eye.

"Then why didn't you?"

He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again when he found himself unable to answer your question. You pressed on.

"You had ages - a full four seconds - to kill those men, but you didn't. Why not?"

It was his turn to deliberately turn away. He seemed to be suffering through a painful internal struggle. Finally, you eased up on him.

"I've been killing my whole life," you said, watching a woman in a brightly colored gown walking past, holding a basket of fruit. "Two more lives are nothing to me. But your hands are still clean, Lovino." His head snapped backed, wearing a look of pure shock.


You stood up and walked away. He jumped to his feet at once and followed, awkwardly fighting through the crowds while you slid in as easily as if you were swimming. When he finally caught up, you lowered your voice so that he had to lean in slightly to hear.

"You'll have to dirty your hands eventually, Lovino," you told him. "Probably soon. I'm not always going to be there to stop you." He didn't look shocked anymore; just nervous and queasy, the same way he had looked earlier when faced with the prospect of ending someone's life. But he swallowed, and when he spoke, his voice barely trembled.

"I always knew what I was getting into, ragazza," he said. "I chose this."

You gazed at him, then asked the same question that you'd been asking the whole time, ever since you first heard that the Vargas brothers had been recruited.


You walked four blocks in silence while he pondered his answer. Finally, he managed to articulate his thoughts.

"For mio fratello. Feliciano is useless, and I can't protect him because I am, too. But he's safe now." You had never heard him sound so serious. "You have to promise me that you'll protect him for me, ragazza. If something happens to me-"

"Che palle."

Your interruption caught him off guard, and he stopped walking. You turned to face him.

"Nothing will happen to you," you tell him. "Because I'm going to protect both of you."

And with that, you turned on your heel and strolled leisurely away, blending in with a group of tourists. Lovino watched you for a moment, before jogging to catch up. He would never admit it, but there was actually a second reason that he had decided to join the Brotherhood.

"Maledetto ragazza."
The Sequel-That-Isn't-Actually-A-Sequel to my original AC crossover. [link] This one really isn't tied to the first at all, though it technically could be. I feel like the ending was a bit weak... But I'm not good at writing emotions other than angst, so anything else is my personal Everest. Still, though. I like how it turned out overall.

Am I the only one who likes it when the reader is a tsundere?

I swear to God that there will be no more of these. I just really wanted to write one more, for some reason. Also, I had, like, four hours of free time today and no idea how to spend it, since the Internet was out.

Comments are my crack; please be an enabler!
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Romano x Assassin!Reader

*ليس هناك ما هو صحيح، فكل شيء مباح.

Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent.

You scanned the meandering crowds below, mentally taking note of the patrol patterns of the guards and the random wanderings of the civilians.

Hide in plain sight.

No one realized that you were there. No one ever bothered to look up. It was a basic, naïve mistake.

Your task was a simple one: a Templar assassin was gunning for your mentor. He knew it, and wanted you to identify and take care of it. Simple, easy.

Your mentor was below, resting on a bench. He blended perfectly, of course. You had to keep your eye on him at all times. It would be just like him to try and lose you while you were protecting him.

Someone was heading toward your mentor. That in itself was not unusual. But then the man stopped before him and subtly drew a knife. Your mentor barely glanced up. You had no time to think. You took a flying leap off the roof, landing on the man's shoulders. Your hidden blade penetrated the back of his neck, and he was dead before he hit the ground. All hell broke loose around you, but your mentor looked on calmly as you gently turned your victim over onto his back. His eyes were open. You closed them, then laid a hand on his still heart.

"Riposa in pace," you murmured. Your mentor nodded approvingly.

"Bene," he commended you. "Let's go." He stood and, with more agility than one would expect from such an old man, scaled the nearest shop. You were about to follow, when you were suddenly knocked to the ground.

"Mi dispiace tanto!" exclaimed a panicked voice. Good thing, too, because your first instinct was to lash out. You stood quickly, glancing down at your accidental assailant.

He was a rather attractive young man, probably about your age. He had auburn hair, and squinty eyes that looked brownish. A weird curl stuck out to the side of his head, bouncing slightly as he panted, obviously recovering from a sprint.

"Are you alright?" you asked him, though you didn't offer him any help in standing. What reason would he have for sprinting down this deserted street?

"Sì," he smiled pleasantly, standing up and dusting himself off. "I'm alright now that I've met you, bella signora."

You rolled your eyes. You were now fairly confident that he wasn't dangerous, but your mentor had probably already left you far behind. You turned to go.


With a cry of fear, the young man ducked behind you, holding your shoulders and trembling. Your hidden blade was out before you knew what was happening, but you stopped yourself a fraction of a second before you turned around and stabbed him. Your job was to protect the innocent, and judging by his behavior, there could be no one more innocent than he in all of Firenze.

Another young man was sprinting down the road, looking furious. His hair was darker than the first man's, and his body language communicated obvious irritation, but other than that, they looked extremely similar. Brothers? He was glaring right through you and stopped, addressing the quivering man over your shoulder.

"How many times have I told you to stay away from that potato bastardo?" he demanded. "And then just running off, with all the dangerous shit that goes on in this fucking city! Just look!" He pointed accusingly at the corpse of your victim, the only other person around.

"But I'm alright, fratello," said Feliciano, still sounding somewhat happy despite his cowardice. "Also, you're being rude to la signora."

The second man stopped suddenly, glancing at your face as if he hadn't noticed you before. He blushed lightly.

"Le mie scuse," he muttered, averting his eyes. He was slightly more attractive than his brother. You half-smiled, ever cautious.

"Non è un problema," you assured him. It actually sort of was a problem, because you had now been delayed several minutes. You knew from experience that the longest it ever took the guards to reach any particular point in the city was six minutes. That would usually be a ridiculous amount of time to escape, but these two were endangering your life, as well as their own, though they obviously didn't know it.

"Come ti chiami, bella?"

You debated answering truthfully. A name was just a name; yours wouldn't be of any use in tracking you down. But still…

"What's yours?" you demanded, sounding a bit more defensive than you would have liked. He smiled, and you were surprised by how much more attractive it made him look.

He took your hand (the one without the blade), and bent over it. It wasn't so much a kiss as his lips barely brushing your skin, but still. You were too shocked by the sudden mood swing to find it charming. What happened to the man who was cussing out his brother a moment ago?

"Lovino Vargas, al vostro servizio."

Shouts from around the corner. Running feet. You yanked your hand from Lovino's, turning to finally follow your mentor.

"Aspetti!" called Feliciano, sounding upset. "You didn't tell us your name!"

One of the marks of a good Assassin is to judge the situation and act in a split second, based on pure instinct. In that second, you judged the exact level of danger behind revealing your name, and acted accordingly.

Never compromise the Brotherhood.

You shouted your name over your shoulder as you dashed at the wall, scaling it in a second. You heard Feliciano gasp. Civilians always got a kick out of watching free running.

You glanced around, then saw your mentor crouched on a nearby roof. Swiftly and silently, you made your way over to him. The Vargas brothers were still staring in the direction that you had vanished. Templar guards were coming, hoping to catch an Assassin in the act. As if.

Though they were completely innocent, it wouldn't look good for Feliciano and Lovino to stick around. They turned away from the body, walking swiftly in the opposite direction, toward your vantage point. As they drew nearer, you saw Lovino mutter something to himself, a distinct, easy-to-read word. Just one word.

*The Assassin motto: "Nothing is true, everything is permitted."
**Obviously this is the feminine version of 'Assassino,' but the literal translation is 'murderess.' So, is Lovino acknowledging your status, or calling you a murderer? Perhaps both. Father used to say, there were no right answers.

Your mentor is not necessarily Ezio. He's just a random Assassin more senior to you. Also, you should be able to figure out most of the Italian from context. If it isn't obvious what the phrase means, it isn't important. You can Google it if you like.


I don't write sequels, but I'd be interested to see how this unfolds. It could stay a Romano x Reader fic, evolve into a Veneziano x Reader fic, or even into a threesome, I suppose. If you want, you can write your own sequel. Just be sure to link me to it~
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I hate these stupid things...

Little (F/n) walked to Kindergarten class in her (Country Flag) dress. Her parents had made her wear it to school. She honestly was NOT a fan...

"Oh my! You look beautiful today, (F/n)!" Said her teacher.

"Thankyou." (F/n) said rather sarcastically as if she was forced to say that.

She walked over to her table with the other kids she always sat with in the morning. These kids being the one's she'd rather avoid, but she couldn't do much because the seats are assigned.

They all stared at her. Nothing was said probably because they weren't expecting her to come to school in a dress that day. She usually wore t-shirts and jeans or shorts, hoodies, tennis shoes stuff like that.

But not today, sadly for her... She went to school in this frilly sundress with her country flag's colors and pattern. She still managed to sneak out of the house with her tennis shoes though. One of the other kids seemed to have noticed her clashing choice of shoes.

"Why aren't you wearing matching shoes?" One girl asked. Making the other girls look under the table to see. When they came up they giggled.

(F/n) slunk into her chair wanting just move seats...

She just sat there and waited for recess, not getting up to participate in anything the teacher was saying to do or asking questions. Just sittin' 'round.

When the recess bell rang she shot up and ran straight out the door ahead of the crowd of kids. She saw the sand box, which her parents told her to avoid that day, but she ran to it.

The sand box was (F/n)'s imaginary get-away. All the other girls didn't want to play in it because they didn't want to get dirty. She loved to make her own little town, she was always happy and a caterpillar or ant would walk through the little town as if it was a little citizen. (Aren't you just adorable little reader^^)

She was in the middle of making a bridge over the river that ran through the little town when she heard boys laughing and calling names to someone. She looked up and saw a kid in her class named Romano, walk up to her but still staring behind him at the kids that were picking on him.

He stumbled on the edge of the box and fell on her sand village.  The means kids walked off laughing.

(F/n) was a little upset that her town was ruined, but she didn't quite care. "Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm-a fine..." He said while standing up and brushing the sand out of his hair and clothes. He looked down and saw the little girl. Then he noticed he crushed her work.

"I'm-a sorry I knocked down your-a sand castles." He said all guilty.

"Is ok, wanna help me build it again?" She chirped.

"Sure." He said sitting down on his knees along with her to help make the little houses.

Halfway into recess the mean kids came back and made fun of you two playing together, saying Romano's gonna get cooties, and saying the "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" song. They ran off when Romano stood up all angry.

Scowling at them he sighed and sat back down with (F/n).

"Bella, I want-a to know something." He asked her.

"What's that?" She said.

"Why are you playing in the sandbox with a dress on?"

"'Cause I hate dresses and I love the sandbox..." She fidgeted with the skirt. "My parents made me wear it today. I don't always dress up like this..." She said a little sadly.

"I-a like you either way, (F/n)." He smiled.

"I like you too, Romano!" She instantly brightened.

"Do-a you want to be-a friends?" He asked a little shyly.

"Yeah!" She smiled with huge bright eyes.

He smiled back at the little girl.

After School

(F/n) and Romano both were walking home together. Conveniently you were neighbors.

Her parents saw them walking together and smiled.

The little kids said goodbye to each other till the next day and parted ways to walk into their homes.

(F/n) closed the door behind her and walked into the kitchen with her parents sitting at the table. The look one look at her and gasped.

"(F/n)! You got your dress all dirty! Didn't I tell you to stay away from the sandbox today??" Her mother screamed.

"I like the sandbox, mommy." She innocently said.

"Oh let her wear her normal clothes. She's not going to stay away from that one anytime soon." Her father said taking a sip of coffee. "Besides, wouldn't want the new sandbox I built out back to go to waste."

(F/n)'s eyes immediately widened and glomped her dad said thank you a million times and ran upstairs to her room to change into her normal attire, throwing the dress carelessly in the laundry hamper.

She ran back outside and saw the perfect size sandbox to make an entire society. She squealed and her parents walked out to watch her as she played.

She saw Romano peek over the fence in her yard. "Can I-a play too, (F/n)?" He asked.

"Sure!" She said excitedly.

They spent that whole evening making caterpillar/ant villages as their parents silently giggled amongst themselves saying how cute they are together.
Requested from pokemon275
Sorry it took so long for me to finish! ^^'
Picture isn't mine
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    Lovi held the straw in his small hand, blowing again. You giggled happily as the chocolate bubbles filled up the glass. He pulled his lips away, giving a small, rare smile towards you.
    "Do it again!" You cried, and he nodded, wrapping his lips around the straw once more and blowing. The bubbles popped, flowing over the side of the glass. The counter was already covered in chocolate milk, so it didn't matter anymore.
    You giggled again, and he laughed breathlessly. He sat up, brushing his brown hair from his eyes.
    "I need to breathe. Why don't you try?" He pushed the glass through the chocolate puddle, smearing it across the counter towards you. You looked at it before turning your gaze to him.
    "Really Lovi?" He didn't mind it when you called him that, with you, it was different. You were an exception.
    He nodded, smiling. You turned back to the drink, grasping the straw in your fingers. You stuck the plastic in your mouth, breathing in through your nose.
     And you blew.
     You smiled as the bubbles rose up, pouring over the side and tickling your nose and cheeks when they popped. You pulled back with a giggle, and Lovino was laughing as well. You turned to him, grinning, and he blushed.
     "There's some chocolate on your nose and cheeks, ragazza." He murmured, and you wiped all over your face.
     "Did I get it?" You asked. He examined your face before shaking his head.
     "No. You missed a spot." He said quietly.
     You felt all over your cheeks. "Huh? Where?"
     "Here" His voice was a whisper next to your ear, and his soft lips kissed your cheek before he pulled back, his face as red as the tomatoes he loved. You blushed as well, feeling the spot lightly. Then, your face broke out into a big grin and you wrapped your arms around the Italian, hugging him tight.
     "Hehe, I love you Lovi!" You chirped happily. He blushed, his arms coming around your small form as well.
     He sighed, but smiled, nuzzling his nose into your hair. "Ti amo, bella."

     Spain watched you two from the doorway, your faces close together on the cool counter as you slept. A puddle of chocolate milk was next to your heads, the glass standing tall in the middle with a few lingering bubbles. 
     He grinned, noticing each of your red faces and intertwined hands. He grabbed a rag and quietly cleaned up the mess, taking the two of you to the couch afterwards. Now, Lovino leaned against the arm of the sofa, with your head on his shoulder and your hands still linked. He nodded at his handiwork, smiling and patting each of your heads.
     "Sleep well, pequeños lovebirds." He whispered, slipping out of the room.

Hehe, just an adorable little something. I have a small case of writers' block, and it's killing me. So, expect the unexpected but make sure to unexpect the expected because I have no idea what the future holds.

Thank you, and space.
Because I can't say good morning, good afternoon, or good night. And space is none of those.
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Request for love-chan01

The blond haired young man scowled as he looked out onto the moonlit seas, he had heard about a pirate that only attacked at night, but during the day, it was impossible to find out where she was..
"where the hell could she be?"he muttered, all the rest of his crew had went to sleep, he was the only one still up, still watching the seas. His blue eyes lit up seeing a dark looking ship start to come into his line of visions. "That must be her!"he grinned.
The ship was huge, and dark, it had blood red sails, it's flag was a blood red rose that looked like it was dripping blood. "hmm... Interesting flag... Wonder what she's called..."He muttered, talking about the captain of the dark looking ship.
The ship started to come closer and closer until it was right beside America's. "Damnit..."America growled, ready to single his crew if needed. A fog seemed to descend of the deck of the American's ships. "the hell?!"He growled, pulling out his sword.
"Hmm~"A silky voice rang out, sounding as if it was coming from all around them. "So you're the famous Captain Jones hmmm?"It was a girl... "who's there damnit?!"America growled, turning around.
"Captain {Name}."The voice laughed. "Show yourself {Name}! I'll call me crew!"he growled. "oh poor little Captain Jones~ Your crew won't be able to come to your rescue!"and with that, something hard hit America over the back of the head, knocking him out.

America awoke with a groan, "What the hell hit me...?"he muttered, looking around. "damnit..!"He growled, seeing he was in a cell, he tried to move his arms and saw they were chained behind his back.
"Ah, so you're awake~ good!"Smirked a female voice from in front of the cell, it was the voice from before..! America looked toward the voice and saw a, very pale, but otherwise normal looking woman. She wore dark looked pirate garb, had {hair color} {hair length} hair, and... red eyes.
"Do you like your commendations?" she smirked, and now America could see that she had..fangs? "Why am I here?"He growled, locking eyes with her. "and who are you?"
"I'm {Name}, Captain of the Bleeding Rose. "She smiled. "And you're lucky to be alive on my ship. You can say, we aren't like normal pirates."she laughed. "how so?"America questioned.
"We don't just steal riches mate, we still blood."{name} smirked. "Blood?"america laughed, "What are you, vampires?"He sneered. "Ah, the young one hits the nail on the head!"{Name} laughed, showing her fangs again.
"you are going to join my crew Captain Jones."She smirked, opening his cell door. America's eyes widened in fear and he began to struggle against his chains. "damnit let me go!"he growled.
"now now ya bilge rat~ no use to struggle. You'll be part of the night soon~"{Name} smirked and knelt down, America let out a scream of pain as he felt her fangs pierce his neck. He felt his blood being sucked from his body, he felt the demons venom enter his veins...
Soon, {Name} let America's, still alive, body drop to the floor. "there we are~"she smiled. "I'll bring you some blood later~"and she began to walk off. America growled weakly, opening his eyes, he could feel fangs growing. "damn her..."he muttered, sitting up.
ten years later
It's been ten years since America was turned, and now he loved it, and there was one more thing he loved besides being a vampire, {Name}. Sure she could be a bitch sometimes, but hey, it was worth it all in the end.
He joined her on the seas, pillaging and killing, bringing more to the crew... America stood on the deck of the Bleeding Rose, looking to the moon. "America..."{Name} yawned, coming up to America."Come on, the sun'll be up soon..."
"right {Name}."he smiled, fallowing after to below deck, they would sleep today... and the next night, go out to have some more, eternal fun.
for love-chan01~!

I hope it's what you wanted, i feel like I kinda rushed the end, if you want me to redo it, i will ^^;

hetalia(c) not me
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First one:…


Because the emperor had promised you’d wed tomorrow, he had given you your own room for the night. It was extravagant and beautiful and the maids were incredibly nice despite your appearance.

The next morning though you heard your fiancée speak to someone with a Russian accent, making you hide slightly.

“I ordered her first, fair and square! Vhy did you bribe her parents and steal her from me?” It huffed in a somewhat sad voice.

“You wanted a piece of meat for a bride Ivan, and I wanted what she actually was.” Yao stated plainly and unmovingly.

“I’ve only vanted vat everyvwone else vants, to be loved and since I was unsuccessful in my home town and so vas she, I dought we’d be a nice match.”

“I will make you a deal Russian, you are a hard worker, prepared to care for a wife and family?”

The Ivan’s eyes lit up slightly. “Da da, of course!”

“Then I will find you an assortment of brides, and you may choose which on you would like.” Yao told him gently. “It was not fair of me to take your potential bride away without notice. I am sorry that you traveled all this way.”

“Y…you vould do dat for me?” The Russian asked in confusion.

Yao nodded and stood from his throne, walking towards the large man. One of the guards told him to bow to the emperor, and although Ivan looked unsure at first he soon bowed down.

“I will gather together some potential brides for you to choose from this afternoon Ivan, for now you may enjoy my hospitality, and my guards will show you into a room where you may wait.” Yao told him.

“Da, Spasiba!!” Ivan nodded happily before being lead off. You smiled and slowly came out to your soon to be husband.

He looked up and smiled at you happily. “______, forgive me for asking this of you, but would you please stay in your room until the wedding?” He asked making you frown.
“But….why?” You asked curiously.

“You’ll probably think it to be a silly reason, but I honestly fear that Ivan will see you and go back on his word, asking for you back.” He chuckled softly, making you laugh

“So…he was who originally paid for me…?” You asked.

“Yes, he felt a little cheated and rightly so.” He nodded. “I just hope I can find a bride to his liking, but if he’s looking for one just like you he will be gravely disappointed.”

You giggled softly at his kind words before he leaned over and gently kissed your cheek, making you blush. “I will see you tonight my bride.” He smiled and gently stroked your face.

You smiled happily and went back to your room, maids following you and helping you prepare for the wedding to come.

You would never forget the first time your husband kissed you, or how he always looked to you with adoration, or how gently he’s always held you, never seeming to care who saw. You had a few wonderful children with him who all grew up well, and both you and Yao grew old together.

You were sitting on the side of his bed and holding his hand as he lay there, old and sick. You smiled somewhat sadly at his pathetic state and he did the same up to you. “Thank you for staying with me….” He smiled, his hair now as white as yours. “You are still so beautiful…”

“Yao….my dear husband there’s something I need to tell you…” you told him softly, making him look at you curiously.

A bright lightly filled the room, your wrinkles and age began to vanish, making you look young again as your white hair began to flow gently in the still air. Yao watched in amazement to your heavenly appearance.

“I am Chang'e Yao…I am the goddess of the moon. I was banished to the moon so long ago, and it is so lonely up there. So after all this time, I was finally able to mimic the elixir of immortality that I had drank, so I came down for a companion. I started from a human birth but… it was hard… Living on the moon had made me pale, and my human form hadn’t changed much from my immortal form…You made it worth living here, and now that you’re about to pass, I want you to come back with me.” You told him and took his hand again.

“You…my love I never knew…” He smiled softly.

“I know, but please, come with me so that you’ll be out of pain.” You told him gently.

“I feel fine so long as you’re here with me….” He said happily. You smiled back and gently pulled out the elixir from your dress. You held his head up and gently set it against his lips. He drank it up and became younger, just as you had remembered on your wedding day.

He blinked a second and sat up, looking at himself to find another body next to him that resembled him in his old age, but before he could see it fully, but you quickly took his young face in your hands. “No dear, look to me. Looking down at what you used to be might make you sad…” you told him.

“Alright love…” He smiled and held you close as you two drifted back up to the moon.
I've honestly had this in mind since I wrote the first one a year ago, but I was really afraid it'd kind of ruin it...

Also, Originally I was going to have the rear be just a white spirit, sort of like a fox spirit only human but my friend said it kind of ruined the magic moment, so I found a Chinese myth of a moon goddess and had a little modification to her story for this. More info on Chang'e Here:…

First part here:…

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My crew was getting suspicious.
I sat upon a smooth rock that sat above the waters surface. I stared out at the ocean. I wasn't looking at the brilliant sunset, I wasn't looking at the evening sky, dying the clouds different shades of red, I wasn't even listening to the sound of the waves.

…I was looking for her. For the flicker of silver against the blue sea, a glimpse of those silky (h/c) locks…I was waiting for her…But she never came.

My crew was worried for me, it had only been three days since the incident, and even three days on shore was enough to drive me crazy. I had to get off land, I had to return to the sea…But what if she came back?

I sighed and stood up again, like all the other nights, she didn't return. And I left, alone, and somewhat disappointed.

A sudden splash of water made me whip around, I turned sharply, my gaze flickering with hope…But it was just the waves, lapping at the rocks. I glared at the sea, embarrassed that I had been fooled, and stormed back to the camp.

Why was I so desperate to see her!?

I was now laying on the grassy bank before the sea and sand. Staring up at the starry sky.

I don't know how long I was laying there. It seemed like forever.

I suddenly stood.

One more time….

One more time, I'll wait for her, and then I'll leave.

I rushed back to where I could view the entire sea. I stood on a cluster of jagged rocks, it was night, the only thing guiding me was the moonlight.

Hours must have past.

I sighed in frustration and looked down.

Why was I like this!?


I saw a flicker of silver.

A glimmer of light in the darkness.

I felt my legs automatically bring myself to the edge, the silver flickered again.

It was her!

It was definitely her, then the water rippled.

My heart felt as if it skipped a beat.

She broke the surface of the water in one smooth movement, her glistening (h/c) hair slicked back, her bright (e/c) glistening, and her skin luminous in the moonlight.
She smiled at me.

"You…" was all I could manage.

Why? Why now of all times did I have to get tongue tied?

She went to submerge under the water again, I managed to grab her wrist before she could, clambering forward into the water. Why was she leaving so soon?

"Wait!" I insisted, she replied by gently taking my hand, and removing it from her wrist, she gave it a pat and gave me a smile before diving under.

She said no words, but she wanted me to wait here.

Moments later, she returned, with an item in hand.

…It was my hat!

She gave it to me, when I took it, I dropped it in surprise. It was completely dry!

"What the-?" I was cut of as she giggled, I t was the most adorable thing I ever heard.

She raised both of her hands, and wiggled her fingers, the water around her rippled on its own, then she raised her hands, and the sea drew back into a giant wave, then she gently lowered her hands, and the sea fell back into a still piece.

She cupped some water, then brought it to her heart.

'I am the sea'

She didn't speak, but that's what she meant…I just knew.

I opened my mouth, determined to say an actual sentence "Can you speak?" I asked

She moved forward elegantly and pressed her fingers to my lips, she then shook her head.


Then, she placed her hand on her chest, then to her delicate neck, then to her lips then, she reached out her hand and smiled sadly.

'I can only sing'

I put my hat on and she watched me curiously, before beaming.

A siren that can only sing…I wasn't surprised but it wasn't what I expected either.

"Are you sure you can't speak?" I asked, just to make sure

She thought for a moment.

Swimming up to me, further this time she placed her hands on her head, then on mine and nodded.

'I understand what you ask me'

Then she put her hands on my lips and brought them back, then she placed her hands on her lips and covered her mouth and shook her head.

It was adorable.

'But I don't know how to reply'

I grinned at the maiden.

"How about I teach you to reply then?" I offered her a hand "Come with me miss"

She looked at my hand frowning, then she looked back at the ocean.

Was it wrong to take a fish out of water?

"Tell me, how far can you swim,?" I asked, an idea to convince her popping into my head.

She looked at me curiously

"Can you swim far enough to see the entire ocean?"

She shook her head

"Come with me, and I can show you all the seven seas!"

Her eyes instantly widened and she swam forward and grabbed my hand eagerly.

It was delicate against mine…She was beautiful.

I lifted her out of the sea with ease, and her brilliant silver tail parted into two legs.

I looked away as I realized she was naked, swung of my coat and put it on her.

She patted the fabric curiously.

I couldn't help but smile.

Once again, The Great Captain Kirkland had found another Priceless Treasure.
Here' Another Part 2, sorry for the wait

Part 1: [link]
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After that small exchange at breakfast this morning, you found it a bit difficult to approach the young man. You weren't quite sure on what to say, and you really didn't want to make your relationship with each other any worse than it already was. The day passed on slowly, and soon enough, it was well into the afternoon. Since Feliciano had pulled some strings to give you some time off to yourself to take care of Lovino, you ended up having a lot of spare time since Lovino seemed to refuse your help whenever you offered.

In your spare time, you had decided to clean around the house, but even then, you were still left with some time to kill. You entered the living room after aimlessly wandering around your house for a while when you noticed Lovino sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"...May I watch with you?" you asked. You don't know why you asked; it just seemed like Lovino was giving off an aura of not wanting to be disturbed.

The young man's eyes glanced towards you for a brief second before giving a grunt of approval. You nodded your head in appreciation and sat down beside the Italian. Your eyes watched the screen, uninterested. Every now and then, Lovino would switch the channel to something else.

"I guess he's pretty uninterested too," you thought, sparing a quick side glance towards him.

You brought your attention back to the screen and realized that Lovino had stopped switching channels. What was currently showing was a commercial about some online dating site. You weren't too fond of these kinds of commercials, and you secretly judged it in your thoughts.

"I don't understand online dating," Lovino mumbled, starting what seemed like a conversation to you.

Feeling a bit excited of getting to know the young man more, you responded, "Yeah, I don't understand it either. I might try it though, if I ever get desperate enough. Would you?"

The young man scoffed, "As if. I hate women."

"'Hate' is a rather strong word," you commented, bringing your feet up to rest on the couch so that you could hug your knees. "Why are you so against women?"

"Because they're vile," Lovino answered matter-of-factly. "They lie. They cheat."

"Men do that too y'know," you retorted. "I mean, I understand where you're coming from. I've had my fair share of meeting annoying women, but I've had my fair share of meeting annoying men too."

Lovino remained silent for a bit before speaking again, "In the end, you can't trust anyone."

"Not even yourself?" you asked, urging him. His way of thinking really irked you. It made you upset, and you could almost feel pity for him for thinking that way. Despite his young age, you figured that lots of things must have happened to him if he had formed these cynical kind of thoughts.

The Italian refused to answer. Instead, you were greeted by silence as you earnestly searched the young man for an answer. Then, to your surprise, Lovino looked at you directly, a cold look in his eyes. "Don't you think you're too trusting?" he asked in a condescending tone.

"What do you mean?"

Lovino heaved an irritated sigh at your ignorance. He then forcefully grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. The entire motion was so quick and sudden that you didn't have any time to react. In just a few seconds, your face was brought alarmingly close to Lovino's; it was so close that you could feel his warm breath. He tightened his grip around your wrist, causing you to flinch.

"You have a man you barely know living in your house, and you don't have a single guard up," Lovino breathed out in a low and almost menacing voice. "You're too trusting."

You opened your mouth to speak but found yourself unable to form a single sound. The way the young man looked at you with icy eyes caused a chill to run down your spine, and the way he tightly gripped your wrist made you feel like some sort of prey, unable to escape their fate. Then, you remembered. This wasn't any regular man you were dealing with. You were dealing with a man from the mafia.

The two of you remained in that threatening position for a while longer before Lovino decided that he no longer wanted to deal with this. He closed his eyes and sighed. When you felt his grip on your wrist relaxing, you took this as your chance, and you slapped him.


You roughly stood up from your seat, shoulders raised as your hands balled into fists. You looked down at the young man with such a severe expression that even he couldn't help but flinch slightly, but he quickly recovered.

"You..." your voice shook. Whether it was from fear or anger, you didn't know, but you tried to keep your voice steady and continued. "You are a real jerk, you know that? I don't give a damn if you're a mafioso or whatever. You cannot treat a woman like that, especially if she's the one offering you a place to stay while you recover. So you can just..."

You couldn't finish the sentence. Lovino looked at you with an unreadable expression, and that upset you even further. Slowly, you can feel the fear and frustration form as tears in your eyes. Not wanting to show this side of you to Lovino, you abruptly spun on your heel and left the room. As you walked away, you can feel Lovino's piercing eyes watch you, but you didn't care. You brought your hand up to stifle the sob that threatened to come out from your lips.

And just like that, Lovino was left all alone in the room. The only sound that could be heard was the low buzz of the TV. The young man rubbed his cheek where you had slapped him. It wasn't like it hurt; it just surprised him was all. Besides, it was your words that ended up stinging him more.



The next day, you went about your usual routine. You were careful to avoid Lovino. Whenever he was in the same room, you immediately made your way to go somewhere else. Despite what happened yesterday, you felt a slight guilt for what you did to him, but at the same time, you were frustrated for his inappropriate behaviour. You couldn't understand it, but you were acting far more stubborn than usual.

"I won't apologize to him until he apologizes first," you thought to yourself whenever you encountered him around the house. But he never made any move to apologize for his actions.

Figuring that this whole thing was going to stress you out much more than it really should, you decided to go out for the day. You changed into some comfortable and more suitable clothes for heading outside. Being extra cautious, you slowly and quietly headed for the door, but despite your efforts, you still ended up bumping into Lovino.

"Dammit," you thought glumly. You hesitantly looked up towards the young man's uninterested eyes, and you sighed. "...I'm going out for a bit to hang out with my friends."

You waited for an answer, but you were met with silence instead. Another sigh escaped your lips. "You're still recovering, so just take it easy." Even if you were being stubborn, and even if you were still upset with the young man, he was still injured; you weren't so cruel enough as to stop caring about his well-being that quickly just because of what happened yesterday.

Without waiting for a response, you brushed past Lovino and headed out the door. Taking out your cell phone, you texted your friend Kathy and told her that you were on your way to the meeting spot. The two of you decided to spend some time together and meet up at a small cafe.

You took a deep breath and let out, as though breathing away all of your worries and stresses before your legs started walking towards the cafe. The weather was absolutely beautiful today, and the care was only a few minutes away, so you decided to take your time strolling through the streets.

"This is nice..." you murmured, a light spring in your steps. So much has happened in such a small amount of time that you realized you haven't had the chance to take a moment for yourself and to relax a bit.

Soon enough, the cafe had come into view, along with your friend who sat at a table. She momentarily looked up and made eye contact with you, prompting her to wave. You waved back, a smile starting to form across your lips. You increased your pace and eventually found yourself joining your friend at the table.

"Hey," she greeted you, getting up from her seat to offer you a hug.

"Hey, sorry for calling you out so suddenly," you returned the hug, feeling quite at ease.

Kathy shook her head, "It's fine! I heard that you were taking a break from work. Did something happen?"

"Oh, it's nothing much really," you lied. "It's just that some stuff came out that I needed to tend to."

"Oh," Kathy looked at you with a worried expression, "Well, even if you say it's nothing, if you ever need help, you know you can always count on me!"

A small chuckle escaped your lips and you smile graciously, "Yeah. I appreciate it."

The two of you then immersed into a friendly conversation, catching up with each other and talking about other mundane things. You were really starting to enjoy yourself and almost forgot about all of the troubles you left back at your house.

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot!" Kathy randomly exclaimed, clasping her hands together in excitement.

"What is it?" you asked, tilting your head to the side in curiosity.

The young woman grinned, "I recently got a boyfriend!"

"What?! Really?" you asked, finding Kathy's smile to be quite infectious as you started to smile too. "That's awesome! Congrats!"

Kathy giggled, "Thank you! His name's Richard, and he's a really nice guy. I absolutely have to introduce the two of you to each other."

"You better."

Your friend flashed you a warm smile before glancing towards the time, "Oh, it's already this time? I have to get going back to work. I'll see you later, okay?"

You nodded, waving goodbye as Kathy made her way to leave. You watched her retreating figure before realizing that you had nothing else to do at the moment. It was still early, and you weren't quite ready to head back home yet back to where Lovino was. You wracked through your brain as to what you could do to pass the time and eventually decided to go window shopping for the time being.

You went through various stores, looking at all sorts of things that caught your interest, but even that seemed to pass by all too quickly. As you were looking for other stores to go to, you ended up passing by an arcade. Your eyes instantly lit up, and you hesitated on going inside as you had a bad habit of losing track of time whenever you played video games, but then again, you were looking for something to help kill time. Making your decision, you entered the arcade and started playing through various games.

After a few hours of messing around with an assortment of arcade games, you looked at the time and cringed slightly at exactly just how much time you killed. You spent a much longer time in the arcade than you had intended. Finishing up with your last game, you headed outside and let out a tired breath of disbelief at just how dark it's gotten.

"Well, they do make arcades and casinos dark inside for a reason," you thought to yourself as you started making your way back to your home.

Your footsteps were quick as you tried to get home. Sure, you had wanted to spend some time away from Lovino after that whole ordeal, but you didn't want to leave him alone for that long. You eventually found your house come into view, and you quickened your pace. Just as you were approaching your house, you noticed someone with familiar brown hair walking in the opposite direction.

"Isn't that...?" you pondered to yourself before calling out his name. "Lovino?"

The young man stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you. It was definitely Lovino. You run up towards him and started to panic, "Where on earth are you going? You're still injured! I told you to take it easy!"

"I was going to look for you!" Lovino answered you, brows furrowed.

"What?" you asked him to repeat himself.

Lovino scowled and started to lecture you like how an adult lectures a child, "Do you have any idea how late it is? You didn't come back home, and you haven't called, and it wasn't like I could call you since you never gave me your number. Chigi...I was worried sick about you!"

"You were...worried about me...?" you repeated his words slowly.

The young man tensed up slightly upon realizing what he said, and he snapped at you, "Damn right I was! I mean, I thought that a rivalling family took you hostage or something! You got yourself involved with the mafia, whether you like it or not. You need to be more aware of your position! Of course I'd be worried since I wouldn't have anybody to cook for me or take care of my injuries!"

You could only stare in disbelief at Lovino who stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest, puffing his cheeks slightly. Then, you slowly found yourself smiling and letting out an amused laugh.

"Ha? What are you laughing about?" Lovino asked.

You shook your head and calmed yourself, "Sorry, it's nothing."

The young man could only look at you curiously as you continued to smile. Despite his harsh words and actions, in the end, he was still quite caring. His way of showing his concern was just so different from what you were used to that you couldn't help but find it amusing.

"Hey, um..." you started to speak, after realizing just how much you had left the young man to worry about you. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have done that."

"You're damn right you shouldn't," Lovino responded. You felt yourself become angry at his words. Here you were, trying to apologize, and yet he still had the gall to—"But I was wrong too. ...Sorry."

The rising anger that you felt creeping towards you started to dissipate at his curt apology. "...Let's just go home. You haven't eaten yet, right? I'll make something right now."

You then turned on your heel and started to lead the young man back to your house. Slowly... Slowly, but surely, you believed the two of you could make this all work out somehow. It would take time, was possible.
Oh my goodness, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to put this story on hiatus for such a long time. It all started with lack of motivation then me losing my notes and then life throwing feces in my face. But um, thank you for everyone who was extremely patient with me with this chapter. I, uh...I hope I haven't lost anyone during my absence on this.

In any case, here is the next chapter. In my original plan, this was supposed to be a shorter chapter, but I ended up combining chapter 4 and 5 together to just one whole chapter as the two by themselves would've been too short. I'm still building up on this, so not that much mafia involvement (or drama, I guess) is in here. All that good stuff will come around chapter 6. (I've also decided to make this series no longer than twelve chapters long, in case anybody's curious).

The next chapter will have more fluffy moments between you and Romano, so I hope you all look forward to it. But it's also gonna be fairly long-ish, so that'll take me a while to upload.

On another note, this series is going to be a bit different from my usual reader inserts. I want to tackle this a certain way and focus on certain different aspects to try to get certain feelings across (wow, way to be vague there, Avistella), so I'll have to handle this series in a very delicate matter. Because of that, updates will be excruciatingly slow.

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Air.. the lack of air was wearing ____ down faster and faster with each passing second. The young queen, was dangling 6 inches off the ground, held up by the throat by a pair of big, filthy hands. Her arm were hanging limp at her sides and her vision was starting to fade, this is what Mathias had been trying to prevent.. this was why he had been out every day. To look for the man who wanted to cause ___ harm. Bjornir was smirking wickedly as he tightened his grip on the young woman's slender neck, earning a small gasp from her lips. The large man laughed loudly, a laugh that would make any wild beast cower away and hide. “This is rather nice.. to see the life slowly fade away from your eyes.” He growled as his face drew nearer. “Where is the spunky wench from the ship? Does she want to plea for mercy?” he asked, earning a sharp glare from the (e/c) queen. Plea for mercy? Her? She had never pleaded for anything in her whole life, and she was determined not to start anytime soon.  ____ gathered up all of her remaining strength and managed to deliver a strong kick where she knew it would hurt him the most. Bjornir groaned loudly and immediately let go of the young queen's throat before he fell to his knees, cupping his groin while spewing out all sorts of profanities .

____ fell do the ground with a loud thud, gasping and coughing as her lungs once again was filled with the very much needed air. But she didn't have time to sit around. Her vision still blurry, she stumbled back up on her feet and ran towards the room she shared with Mathias.. but just as she reached for the door, a heavy hand clasped her shoulder and squeezed it. “I won't let you escape.” A raspy voice whispered at the nape of her neck before her front was roughly pushed against the wooden door. “What am I going to do?” The (h/c) female asked herself as her eyes searched the big room for something.. anything that could help her. But it was all out of her reach. Where were all the slaves? Where was Astrid? Had Bjornir done something to her? All these thoughts swirled in the young female's head as rough hands started to wander around her body, she could hear and feel her offender's breath next to her ear. _____'s body stiffened and she shut her eyes tight, she wanted to scream for help... but her throat was too dry and all her words got stuck somewhere. Bjornir took notice of this and laughed loudly, making it feel like the walls were shaking. “So, the young queen has lost all her will to fight... how disappointing.” He murmured before he licked the shell of the (e/c) eyed girl's ear. She could feel his thick facial hair scratch against her skin and she almost gagged as his wet appendage touched her.

“Let go of me!” She shouted, not wanting to stand like this a moment longer. She started to wiggle and wrestle against the larger man's strong grasp in a furious attempt to get free, but the more she moved, the tighter his grip became. “That's it.. keep fighting.” Bjornir growled, one hand had ____'s arms pinned behind her back while the other roamed over her body as if he was searching for something. It was making ____ sick.

Not too far away, Mathias and his search party were still searching for Bjornir.. and they were getting very weary. “Mathias, we searched here already. He's not here.” Lukas stated matter of factly as he dismounted his horse. The king sighed heavily as he rubbed his neck, his men were tired and they hadn't even been close to finding the escaped man... it all seemed pretty hopeless right now. “Maybe he's not even on the island anymore.” Emil added before stretching his arms above his head and groaned. Mathias looked at his brothers over his shoulders, they all had bags under their eyes and he knew they must be both parched and starving.. yet they stuck with him through this. Tino rode up to the king's side and put a gentle, yet reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Mathias, we know you want to keep ___ safe, But I bet she's more worried about you than Bjornir right now. Let's go home.” Mathias looked at his younger brother and a ghost of a smile spread across his lips. He knew the others were right.. it was about time to head home. “Let's get back.” He said shortly before turning his horse around. As they trotted back home, the blue eyed male started to go through all the places they had been searching in his mind.. and then it hit him. They had searched everywhere, except one place. He narrowed his eyes and made the horse run, leaving his brothers behind. He could hear them shouting at him, but he had no time to waste.. ____ could be dying at this very moment. “If he hurt her.. I'll tear his guts out!” he growled to himself as he rode through the forest towards the village and the Big House. Every second was agony. What if Bjornir was there? What if he was already too late? He tried to shake those thought out of his head and replace them with images of ____ standing by the door, safe and with a warm smile on her face.

He lifted his head some when he finally had the village in sight, the sun was about to set and someone had lit the torches. However, the village was painfully quiet. He looked up towards the Big House and noticed that the torches had not been lit there yet, and the house was shrouded in darkness. Usually, the slaves would light the torches outside and there would be a small fire in the middle of the big room inside the house.. but there were nothing. No smoke coming out from the hole in the roof, no lights.. nothing. A hard lump formed in the young king's stomach as he feared his the worst case scenario had happened. That he would find his beloved lifeless on the floor in the Big House. He grit his teeth and urged the horse to run faster, through the village and up the hill towards the dark house. All the while praying to all the Gods he could think of for ___'s safety.  The ride up the small hill seemed to take forever, but as he got closer he could hear faint voices coming from inside the house. The blood froze in his veins as he recognized his wife's panicked voice. “Let go! I'm warning you!” Well.. maybe not panicked, but he could still tell she was in great distress. Mathias brought the horse to a sudden stop and jumped off before making a mad dash towards the house. He ran passed the unconscious slaves and the two men who were supposed to stand guard, straight inside only to find his beloved pressed up against the door leading to the bedchamber. Her slender arms were pinned behind her back and a very large man was about to undo her dress.  The king was overcome with anger as he reached for his sword. “Didn't I tell you to get your filthy hands off of her once already?!” he shouted, making Bjornir turn around to face him.

____ had her cheek pressed against the wooden door and she couldn't see much of anything, but her (e/c) eyes widened at the sound of Mathias' voice. Now, when she wasn't alone, she could finally let herself feel how scared she really was. Her body started to shake and her eyes welled up with tears. “Mathias..” She whispered, hoping it would reach his ears. Mathias heard her small, trembling voice and he tightened the grip on his sword to the point where his knuckles hurt. _____ was frightened, she didn't even cry when she was taken away on his ship back then.. so this was the first time he had seen her like this. He didn't like it one bit. Bjornir just chuckled darkly as he turned around, bringing ____ with him and placed her in front of him, facing the king. “Look here, the king has come to save you.” He murmured before biting down on the (h/c) female's ear. Mathias growled and grit his teeth together, his blue eyes traveled over ____'s body, searching for any kinds of injuries Bjornir might have caused her. The larger man noticed and laughed loudly. “Looking for this?” He asked before pulling on the queen's hair, making her tilt her head back and reveal the freshly formed bruises around her neck. The young king stood there in shock as he stared at the bruises that adorned his queens otherwise flawless skin. ____ lowered her head in shame as Bjornir let go of her hair. How she wanted this all to go away, her feet were getting weaker and weaker and if not for Bjornir holding her up, she would fall to the ground. Not much reminded Mathias of the strong willed queen he loved so dearly. His mind darkened as he slowly started to approach his enemy, his eye fixed on the larger man. “I'll have your head on a stake!” he growled as he raised his sword. There was a new darkness in the kings eyes, as if he was blind to everything around him... all he cared about now, was killing the one who had done his bride wrong. It was as if a dark thunderstorm were hanging over his head, that Odin himself had possessed him. _____ was involuntary pushed towards her raging husband as the larger man started to walk, he too had that thunderous look in his eyes. He was using the queen as his shield, but he was now loosening his grip on her for some reason. “Very well, I'll kill you first.. and then I'll have my way with her.” The larger man growled before roughly pushing the queen aside. She smashed into the nearest stone wall and slid down to the ground, to weak to move.

Mathias' eyes were narrowed and his mouth formed a vicious snarl, making him look like some kind of a beast from a story. Bjornir cackled as he took slow steps towards the king, keeping the sharp blade that were held firmly in the other's hand in his vision. He was large and strong, yes.. not stupid. The king had a weapon and he didn't.. it seemed like Mathias had the advantage. The two warriors circled each other, sizing each other up... one part the young king wanted to rush to _____'s side and get her out of there, but the other part held him back and urged him to fight. Bjornir was getting inpatient, and in a flash he had thrown himself towards the king, making them both tumble out the door and land outside. Mathias' sword was knocked out from his grasp and it was all down to brute strength between the two warriors.

They both got back up on their feet and didn't waste any time. They punched and kicked the other with all their strength, none of them even considering stopping until the other laid dead on the ground. Mathias had gotten a deep cut above his right eye, blood was seeping into his eye and somewhat blinding him. His entire body was aching and he didn't know how long he could actually keep fighting this giant of a man without his sword. But he refused to give up and kept punching Bjornir until he wad forcefully pushed away by the other. He groaned as he landed on his back a few feet away, he had no energy left, he couldn't get up. His chest rose and feel with each pant, the taste of blood in his mouth was so disgusting the thought he might throw up. Bjornir got to his feet and dried his bloody mouth with the back of his hand, what little could be seen of his face looked like one big bruise. He walked slowly towards the fallen king, a confident smirk on his face. “I expected more from you.. is this how you intend to protect your dearest queen? Flat on your back?” he asked mockingly before placing a heavy foot on Mathias' stomach, pressing it down. Mathias glared back up at the giant and tried to lift the foot away, but it was hopeless.. he wasn't strong enough. He couldn't win this fight. “Maybe I should drag the wench out here and skin her in front of your very eyes?” Bjornir growled as he pressed his foot down even more, earning a painful gasp from the young king. Images of his beloved____ in the hands of another man was enough to light a fire within Mathias, seeing her in any kinds of pain fueled that fire and gave him enough strength to push the heavy foot away and pounce on the larger man, knocking him to the ground.

The viking king was full of rage as tightened both his fists, looking down at the vicious person who dared cause harm to _____. His good senses were clouded and all he could feel now was a tremendous hatred for this man. His eyes now resembled that of a wild beast, never had he felt this strong urge to end someone's life before. In a flash his fists made brutal contact with Bjornir's face, hitting him time and time again.. not letting the other male move and inch. Mathias' knuckles were cracking up and the giant had long since stopped moving.. but the viking king didn't quite, he kept delivering one punch after the other.

______, who was still inside and unable to move, heard everything that went on outside. Her entire body was shaking in fear and everything hurt.. and all the while she kept wondering who would come in that door as a victor. She tried to cover her ears to shut out the painful sounds that came from outside the house, but it didn't work, she could still hear everything. After a while, something changed. She could still hear punches, and she could her a few silent grunts.. but it seemed so much calmer now. She swallowed hard before she managed to stumble up on shaking legs, waiting a few moments before she took the first stumbling steps towards the open door. Silent as a mouse, she walked to the door and peeked outside, searching for anything that looked like two men struggling. A gasp escaped her lips when her (e/c) eyes fell upon to silhouettes in the dark. One lying lifeless on the ground and the other on top still fighting. The still fighting warrior had his back facing her, but she knew who it was the moment she laid her eyes on him. Mathias. Mathias had won.. but why was he still fighting? It was over. The sound of his fists hitting the soft flesh sent shivers down the queen's spine, she didn't like this.. it was over, he had to stop.! Without a second thought, she ran outside towards her king. Once she reached him she fell to her knees, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his back. “Enough! It's enough!” she shouted feeling his stiff body relax at the sound of her voice. His arms fell to his sides and he leaned into her body, letting her support him. Hearing her voice and feeling her arms around him snapped him out of his rage and lifted the dark veil from his eyes. “____, he won't hurt you anymore. No one will ever hurt you.. I promise. ” he muttered, earning a small smile from his queen. He turned himself around and embraced her, burying his face in the crook of her neck and taking in her scent. The (h/c) queen could feel her chest tighten as she fought back the tears that threatened to spill, all she could do was manage a small chuckle and a short nod.

After a short while, Lukas, Berwald, Tino and Emil arrived at the scene. They had set after their brother but were unable to catch up to him before now. The all dismounted their horses and ran towards their brother and the queen. Lukas, who had seemed worried at first, returned to his old self as he observed the scene in front of him. He heaved a exasperated sigh and shook his head “Look at the mess you've made you imbecile..” he muttered before turning on his heel to help Tino with the passed out slaves. Apparently, Bjornir had knocked them all out before killing the tow guards.. why he had spared the slaves was a mystery. Berwald and Emil helped both ____ and Mathias inside the house, laying the bruised viking king down on the bed before helping the two others outside.
_____ sat down next to her king on the edge of the bed and placed a wet rag on his forehead, trying to gently wash away the blood that stained his forehead. The king whined and complained like a child, but he was still happy nothing worse had happened to his love.

“Ow! Be careful! You don't have to bruise me up even more!” he exclaimed with a pout on his face, making _____ laugh heartily. “Don't be such a child, it's obvious that you don't need me to bruise you up.” she chuckled before moving to remove his filthy shirt, but Mathias grabbed a hold of her wrist and pulled her on top of him. Before she could say anything, he had cupped her face between his hands and stared deeply into her (e/c) eyes. “When I thought that I might lose you.. everything went dark. It was as if something else was controlling my actions and all I could think of was your safety.” he murmured as he rubbed small circles on her soft cheeks with his thumbs. “I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner.” he added and pressed his forehead against hers. ______ just closed her eyes and smiled “You came for me.. that's what counts in the end isn't it?” she asked, earning a small chuckle from her husband. He removed his right hand from her cheek and trailed his fingers down to her bruised neck, she flinched and hissed at the dull pain. The Viking king narrowed his eyes at her reaction and very slowly sat himself up, still holding on to his Queen. He took hold of her hair and gently tilted her head back, revealing even more of her injuries. “He did this to you..” he muttered before pressing his lips on her skin, smiling some when he heard her gasp. He continued to spread feathery kisses all over her neck, as if to erase what had been done to her.

_____ just closed her eyes, a soft smile on her lips. Bjornir was gone and everything could go back to normal. Right?
This is awful! probably the worst chapter I have written so far o0

I'm so sorry if it's messy and hardy to understand. It's probably loaded with all kinds of mistakes.
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You sighed grabbing your purse and heading out the front door. You immediately grimaced at the sight that greeted you. Beautiful girls with adorable clothes, you gave a frown and waited until they were gone before starting your walk down the sidewalk.

Of course you’d like to wear those adorable garments. The flowing cute pastel skirts with the adorable sleek ruffled tops, or those freaking cute sun dresses that you had your eye on for a while now.

To you though, it all seemed like you’d never be able to. You weren’t thin and sleek like all the other girls that got the privilege to wear the cute clothes. No, you couldn’t be like them; you just had to be fat.

You hugged your squishy and pudgy tummy that was slightly poking out from the baggy (favorite bad T-shirt) shirt you were wearing and bit your lip as you continued walking down the street with that feeling of being followed in the back of your head.

You found it odd that you were feeling this. You’ve actually felt it for a few weeks now, every time you would go somewhere, Hell you’ve even felt it inside your own house. It was really freaking you out at this point.

You picked up the pace of your walk to a fast walk. You felt your baggy blue jeans making a weird scrapping sound on the cement sidewalk because of your pace as well as them being too long and big.

You were so preoccupied with getting to your destination as fast as possible that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings. You suddenly hit something that felt like a brick wall until that ‘wall’ gave a grunt and you were sent falling onto your ass on the hard cement sidewalk making you groan.

“Ouch, gosh I’m sorry; I wasn’t paying attention to wh-.” As you were apologizing for causing the accident the ‘wall’ cut you off.

“Yeah, you better be sorry you fucking whale!” You looked up at the man who had a business suit on and was glaring down at you with a smirk on his face. You bit your lip harder as you fought the tears back.

“I-I-.” Once again the rude man cut you off.

“Quit your stuttering free willy and get out of my site, that is if you can get up.” You couldn’t take it anymore and let the tears fall freely from your (eye color) orbs as they slid down your chubby cheeks and onto the sidewalk.

You were suddenly hoisted off the ground making you gasp in surprise as you looked up to see a tall man with a blond hair accompanied by an odd curl sticking out the side of his head. The position you were in you saw the deep red color of his eyes as they glared at the rude business man and a scar running from the bottom of his eye across his cheek.

The handsome strangers hold on your got tighter as him and the business man continued to glare at one another.

“That’s no way to speak to a lady, but then again a pig wouldn’t know any manners.” The mysterious stranger spoke up as he started stroking your (hair color/length) locks softly.
The businessman scoffed at his comment.

“Lady, all I see is a fat pig, now that’s a lady!” You glanced to where the business man was pointing as more tears came to your eyes. He was pointing to a beautiful thin girl. She had a short summer dress on showing her body off. He was right, she was a lady…

You looked down at your baggy jeans and T-shirt as more tears fell from your eyes. You’d never be as pretty as that perfect woman.

“A pig and blind, it’s unfortunate you’ll never appreciate true beauty. Now, my dear, let’s get going.” The stranger unwrapped his arms from you and gently grabbed your chubby hand and started to make his way past the business man towards an unknown destination.

“T-thank you for standing up for me back there, but you can let go now.” You blushed again looking down at your intertwined hands feeling butterflies fluttering around in your tummy.

“What if I don’t want to (your name).” Your (eye color) orbs widened when he said your name. How the fuck did he know your name?!

“H-how di-.” The stranger surprised you by quickly kissing your plump lips his free hand tangled in your (hair color/length) locks and the hand that was holding yours squeezing yours lightly. It was just a quick chaste kiss, but it was your first kiss and when he moved his lips away your face was beet red as you looked into his deep ruby eyes.

“I’ve been watching you for a while Bella, admiring from afar others might say.” Your mouth was opened in shock as this strange man confessed to you. Confessed that he was the one following you and watching you, you knew you should feel scared, Hell creped out even, but you were mostly confused.

Why in the world would this handsome man even look at you let alone follow you?
“My goodness, how rude of me; my name’s Falvio my principessa.” He brought your intertwined hands up to his lips placing a small kiss on the top of yours.

“Why would you follow me Falvio?” You looked into his Ruby orbs again as he smiled down at you his scar stretching a bit on his cheek.

“Because of how beautiful you are (your name), I know what’s under those baggy clothes of yours, beautiful curves that any man would die for to touch, kiss, hold.” His free hand trailed down your side pushing the baggy fabric against your plush making you gasp and wiggle in his hold. He chuckled lightly as he stroked your tummy lightly as you made noises of protests.

“I’ve grown to love you these past weeks from watching you my sweet, please just give me a chance.” He grabbed your other hand and held them both closely to his chest looking into your (eye color) orbs awaiting your answer.

You were a smart girl and you knew the smart thing to do would be to kick him in the balls and run as fast as your chunky legs could take you, but there was something about Falvio that you couldn’t shake from your head.

Yes, he’s been watching you for the past few weeks, but he didn’t seem like the crazy serial killer types to you. He seemed really sweet and loving, a real gentleman of sorts and you quite liked it. You liked to be treated like this, like a normal human being and he made you feel pretty.

The way he held your hand, complimented you and even touched you like he did. He did everything with a certain elegance and poise that would make any girl swoon and chase after him.

God, the best part was he wanted you.

He wanted to be with you, the awkward chunky girl that wore the baggy clothes. He wanted to hold you and kiss you and make you feel loved. Your heart was talking to you know telling you to go and give it a try. You deserved happiness and you sure as Hell weren’t going to pass this opportunity up.

You smiled brightly and leaned up to gently kiss his lips as he released your hands and wrapped his arms around your soft frame pulling you closer to his lean one his large hands roaming your plush and curves occasionally squeezing and pinching making you moan and groan into the kiss.

The lack of air was what made the two of you break apart as you stared into each other’s eyes a noticeable blush on both of your faces.

“Can I take that wonderful kiss as a yes?” You were still close to his frame feeling the heat of his body making you smile up at him.

“A definite yes Falvio” You kissed the tip of his nose as the two of you shared a short laugh.

“How would il mio amore like to my place for a little date?” You smiled brightly up at your new boyfriend and nodded in agreement as he gently grabbed your hand as the both of you started down the sidewalk once again.
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Italy-and-Romano-hetalia-32687000-800-800 by The-Amazing-Kay

(Swearing because of Romano-well, sort of. Uh, you'll see. Anyway, don't like, don't read. Also, this is based off of some headcannon I read that I thought would be hilariously funny in a story.)

Every time you tried to relax, something went wrong.
First, Lovino had accidentally forgotten about the pasta he was making, and fell asleep, causing the house to almost burn down. You had to take care of that. Then, Feliciano fell down and scraped his knee, and being who he was, cried until you came and gave him a band-aid. After that, someone had left a futbol (Soccer ball) on the stairs, and you'd slipped on it, causing you to fall and almost kill yourself.

You thought the excitement of the day was over, but it turned out you were wrong. While you were in your room, browsing the internet, you heard a cry from downstairs.


The weird thing was- it sounded like Lovino.

You groaned and got up from where you were sitting. "I'm coming!" You called.

When you got downstairs to see what the problem was, you almost laughed at the situation.

You see, both of the Italian brothers had a weird curl that stuck up on the side of their head, one that almost defied gravity. But the thing was, each of them had it on a different side of their head. Lovino on the right, Feliciano on the left. When you went downstairs to see what the problem was, they were both sitting on the couch, and their curls were... stuck together.

"Help us, (Name)! Our curls got stuck together!!!" Lovino cried.

"Shit!" Feliciano shouted.

Woah. Woah. WOAH. Hold the phone. Did Feli just...curse?!

"(NAAAAME)!!!" Lovino yelled again, sounding like Feliciano.

"W-wait. What's going on with you two?" You asked, utterly confused. "Y-You sound like each other!"

Feliciano let out an exasperated sigh. "When our curls get stuck together, we switch personalities, okay? Now help us, dammit!!"

You covered your mouth with your hands, suppressing a smile. As mean as it was, you watched them for a second, Lovino whining and crying, and Feliciano cursing like a sailor.

"Heeeelp!!!" Lovino cried