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Thank you for taking the time to read this fanfiction. Actually, this is my first fanfiction ever, so, why not write about my number one OTP? ( Terribly sorry if it makes no sense! I tried my best! ;w; )
I had aid from one of my friends, Sey, who is my little Itacest buddy. She did a few parts of the beginning. Right. An Itacest lemon with cooking, misuse of cooking ingredients, and the Italy brothers. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, nor do I own these characters. These belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Quietly laying on the couch; long legs stretched out in a lazy-sort of way; arms folded behind a dark-chocolate colored head, acting like a cradle. Slow and even breathing echoed throughout the still house, with not another soul around to hear. With the television softly humming in the background, the light rays of sunset giving the
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My amber eyes were burning.
Just watching my brother dancing and smiling with his new husband made me want to scream and rip these curtains behind me to shreds. I knew I would probably do that If I hadn't had this much control. I knew I would have done it, because my fingers were twitching and my claw like nails were digging into my palm.
I could feel the hot and sticky blood dripping down my palm, just like how any form of positivity was leaving my heart.
I could see how happy he was with the German, and how happy the German was with him.
But why couldn't I be in that stupid potatoes place?!
'Come on, Feli you're my brother, that has to credit for something. Can't you feel me; can't you feel the pain that's slowly killing me?'
Held my breath as the last wave pulls me under, under
What doesn't kill you makes you so much stronger, stronger
Can you feel this pain?
Rushing through these v
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And I have nothing to show for. Yet. Okay I will go hide under a muddy rock now. (And this time I am seriously not coming back out until I have fanart again.)
BON ANNIVERSAIRE FRANCE, ENGLAND & I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH!
Till next time lovelies~
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On the day the world was being invaded, when I was transforming, I asked you to smile. I didn't ask you to smile because I had any theories, any ideas to fix anything, I asked you to smile because I thought it would keep them away from you.. also... I thought, that if I asked you to smile, then you wouldn't worry, and you wouldn't cry about me going away...
~Ich Liebe Dich
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I am haunted in this holiday season by the opening lines of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities, his novel about a society 250 years ago coming apart in its seemingly irreconcilable divisions. Could it be these lines define where we have come to find ourselves today?
“It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
in the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was th
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Italy: Feliciano Vargas
Germany: Ludwig Beilschmidt
Prussia: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Spain: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Romano: Lovino Vargas
Hungary: Elizabeta Héderváry
England: Arthur Kirkland
America: Alfred F. Jones
Oh, and just so you know ahead of time, this story is still going to be PruIta. This chapter has more GerIta in it, which is why I'm telling you.
-The Next Morning-
The sunlight beamed through the window, illuminating the room.
'Irk'. Gilbert slowly opened his eyes. 'Where am I?' He stirred in the bed and turned his head to the side.
"...?!" Feliciano was cuddled next to him, still asleep. His face looked peaceful.
Gilbert jolted up. 'What time is it?!'
All of a sudden, there was a loud bang on the door.
"Oi! You better not be doing anything to my brother, Potato Bastard!" It was Lovino.
"I didn't do anything, I swear!" Gilber
You give love a bad name chp3Prussia layed on his bedroom floor, thinking if he really wants to get something to drink. He decided his spot too comfy and settled back down in his warm spot. His phone started buzzing as he just got on the floor. He scurried back up and grabbed his phone. It was just a notification. Italy had just texted him, saying that he had garlic bread and pasta for dinner. Again. Prussia did want to question Italy’s constant consumption of pasta and tomato related foods but often put off the idea. He texted him back with a smiley face emoticon. He rested his head back and sighed. He had been feeling lethargic lately, he hasn’t told Saxony, Hesse or even his baby bruder Germany. Prussia didn’t think it was that serious, he kept it to himself. He finally got up around dinner time, Prussia glanced over at Germany. Germany hadn’t spoken to Prussia for a couple days or so. Not because Germany was mad at him, he was ashamed deeply. He had chased Italy around like a despMore Like This
You give love a bad name Chap 2 (pruita)Italy sat in algebra class staring off into space into his notebook. Algebra class was too complicated for him to pay attention . So he asked the teacher for a pass for the bathroom. As he exited the classroom Germany was at the other end of the hall staring right a him. The hair on on the back of Italy's neck stood up. He turned right around and started to walk. Germany started to follow him asking if he could talk to him. Italy kept walking faster and faster .'Talking isn't the only thing he'll do..' He though as he started to run . Germany started to catch up but Italy was faster. Much faster.More Like This
Germany started to grind his teeth and started to run after him. Italy didn't stop running , he needed somewhere to hide. FAST. He started running out of breath till he saw the lockeroom . Italy dashed in there and closed the door. It wouldn't give him much time but it would give him some. He grabbed a water bottle and poured it all over the floor and carefully
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If you are triggered by cutting or suicide attempts, don't read.
It had been a month already that Lovino was in the hospital. Gilbert despised hospitals with a passion, but he pushed that aside as he walked into the lobby where the attendant nodded and allowed Gilbert to pass, knowing just who the man was going to go see.
“You really care about him, don’t you?”
“Ja, I love him, I vant to be here every night for mein liebe.” A single tear slipped down his cheek as he proceeded forward to Lovino’s room. Gilbert had been going there every chance he could to visit his boyfriend, who was in a coma after a suicide attempt that Gilbert had walked in on. The Prussian man had come home from work early that day and found his boyfriend unconscious in a pool of his own blood. Gilbert had barely stopped the bleeding in time as he had made multiple attempts to wake the Italian man he loved up. Lovino had woken briefly and apologized to Gilbert, tears run
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A/N: Songfic for Your Love Is A Lie by Simple Plan
Leaning his head against the back of the chair, Antonio could feel his whole self being dragged into the prison of sleep. He tried to fight the urge. He needed to stay awake. "Come on, Lovi...." Antonio glanced hopefully at his cell phone once more. He pressed the side button and watched the blinking time on the screen.
Just at that moment, a car was heard pulling up the driveway. Antonio felt his insides jump with fear of interrogating Lovino. He would just have to remain calm. Lovino's car shut off. The car door slammed shut, followed by Lovino's footsteps walking up the driveway. With every step, Antonio's heart jumped more and more. He glanced down to the note he held in his hand. At that moment, Lovino burst through the door. He closed and locked it before turning to see the sweet Spaniard, sitting quietly on the recliner while staring at him.
"Huh, you're still a
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A Reminder: I will not fill this diary with complete issues, I will not fill it with history, I will fill it with you, and the adorable memories we shared. So that some day, you can remember them as clearly as I do~
He might have taught him to walk, but I taught him what fun was, and I think that's more important... still... I envy the Great Rome, who doesn't? Even if he did fall.
"Lovi, why are you crying!?"
This poor boy did the random-est things, as if he were some broken machine that tried its best to be as good as the other working machines, but somewhere along the way, it glitches or it breaks down to the point of tears.
"Do you miss your Grandfather?"
"N... no you bastard..."
I have to admit, he had a lot of spirit for someone who seemed to have so many flaws and lost memories.
"Romano, what's wrong? Why are you sitting in the corner like that?"
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Pirate!England x Male!Reader
WARNING: England teases our dear reader with sex nothing serious just teasing... you have been warned~
When... and why did all of this have to happen to you? Why couldn’t it have been any other Britain citizen? Why did it have to be you? Why not your co-worker whom looked more feminine? No... no, you couldn’t wish that upon him.
Taking a deep breath, you tried to focus on something else, on a different tune. Closing your eyes you focused on the sound of the oceans soft currents beating against the docked ship. A small smile broke out across your face, opening your eyes to look out at the darkened sky.
Night, it had fallen not too long ago. Today would mark your third month being held captive on Queen Elizabeth's Revenge. Your captor being none other than the great Arthur Kirkland, the so called King of Pirates by his admirers (could you even call them that) in England.
A sigh passed through your lips, the s
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Clenching his eyes shut, Lovino shakes his head. Sleeping with him sounds so innocent, but it was far from innocent. He committed one of the largest, most sinful of sins by bedding his own brother. Flashes of impossible pleasure morph into hellfire, sultry moans melt into screams of agony, and the loving look Feliciano gave him transforms into a grimace of pain and gore agains
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Good V.S. Evil
1P!Italy X Reader X 2P!Italy
Author's Note: So I had quite a few people wanting a 2P!Italy story so yeah, once I got way to many I agreed on it! XD So it's going to be a 2P vs 1P with poor Reader being stuck in the middle! XD Yeah, I thought it'd be cool. So let's see what happens! XD Also (F/n) =First name, (L/n)=Last name, (H/c)=Hair color, (H/l)=Hair length, (E/c)=Eye color. Also each word with an * next to it will have a translation in the description!
(F/n), Sam, Terra: 18
I DON'T know the rest, don't hurt me! DX The countries will be called both their human and country names in this, don't worry!
It was a nice day as (F/n) sat on your friends couch. Or more laid on it but either way she was on the piece of soft furniture. The (h/c) haired female held a smile as her eyes sat shut and she hummed to herself in peace. At the moment the residents of the house were out of the house so (F/n) found it quite nice with how quiet it was.
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(Name) briefly wonder how she and Alfred end up in this situation, they had only going to by milk and now she was frozen with fear as a mugger stood there pointing a gun at them. The worst thing then happened as serein’s could be heard.
“No” came a heart breaking scream.
(Name) then remembered every special memory that she had with Alfred
She remembered the first time the meet
A little fiver year girl with her (h/c) hair in pigtails sat on the ground crying, as a five year old boy with white haired and red eyes stood above her holding a teddy bear with a (f/c)bow around it’s neck.
“Why are you crying Mädchen, is there something wrong” the red boy said with a snake like laugh. When he was suddenly pushed by a boy with bright blue eyes and blonde hair that had a cowlick, he to looked to be five.
“Give her back the bear gilbert” the blonde hair boy said
“And if I don’t” gilbert asked
“I tell your dad” the