The Assassin's Wife PrussiaxReader part 18 Mrs. Goodie examined the little cut on (S/n) knee before giving it a quick kiss and placed a bandage over top. Within moments (S/n) quit his sulking, and went back to playing around the street. He was told to only stay within house range, and the boy happily obeyed. Mrs. Goodie couldn't believe how much the boy had matured since his last visit, and even brining another little one with him was quite a shock to her. She was constantly making sure (D/n) was safe, even though she didn't know her parents. Every time a little cry came from the upstairs room, she raced their immediantly to tend to the little one. She was never able to have children
I’ve never really thought about me being in a relationship. I have always been the ‘nerdy girl’ in the class. I was never wearing tons of bracelets and looking at makeup like it’s my godly source of sunshine. I was different. I loved pokeman and when I was younger I even traded some cards with the guys. I love video games, and when given the option, I will go out and have a steak, not a salad. So you could say I am a tom boy, but I am still a girl.
I was made fun of at times but I didn’t care because I had awesome friends, especially one, Alfred. We always came home and played Minecraft, and he also joked around with me and sometimes made fun of me, but I knew that in the end he was still a friend. But Alfred was a guy, and he is a good guy, so he of course, has other friends that are girls as well. I can’t say I get jealous, but I don’t really like them and how they- ok fine I am jealous.
Ever since we met we were pretty much instant friends. We bonded first over class work, then funny comments about general stuff, and then when he learned I play video games, we became awesome friends. But those ‘princesses’ take him away from me and it makes me kinda mad. He is a good and funny guy, but will he ever know I like him?
So, it’s a sprit day in school and its geo and I am having the worst time ever, but Alfred is there so it’s worthwhile. We were learning about the rock cycle when we heard the speaker go on in class, “May all students please make their way down to the gym for a spirit assembly” it was like the angels heard my prayers. No geo and a spirit assembly with Alfred, SCORE!
We made our way down and got our instructions from the teachers to go out to the field. Luck wasn’t on my side that day and it was pretty cold while I am in my t-shirt. Not a good start.
On the way out, all I was doing was chatting with Alfred about games, Halo, Assassins Creed, Minecraft, anything but the assembly, and when we had to pick partners, we stuck together. Turns out this spirit day wasn’t like the others.
Apparently, today’s spirit day was team work. And my partner was my long time crush. How was this gonna go?
First we had to build a mini castle made out of blocks, nothing for two Minecraft players, so of course we really don’t pay attention to what they say and how it ‘helps us work together better’ but what we did pay attention to was the next exercise, trust fall.
It’s not that I don’t trust him it’s that, I don’t want him holding me, I have always been pretty self-conscious about myself and I really didn’t want to do this, but I had no excuse I was going to say to him. So it looked like I was going to have to fall into his arms…yay.
Again, luck was not on my side.
For this exercise, there was not much talking between the two of us, but just preparation for what I thought was going to be a sure fall.
Preparing to land on my face, the teacher told us to fall and I close my eyes and feel support under my arms. I open my eyes and see my crush. Holding me. And I can’t get up. Wow.
Well, after that awkward encounter, we just brushed that off and continued chatting sitting on the ground.
Finally after half an hour we only have another 30 minutes to go. The problem, the cold starts to get to me. I eventually stop talking due to my teeth chattering from the cold. I sit there freezing and Alfred looked at me, and did the weirdest thing.
Alfred walked around behind me and hugged me to keep me warm.
I was silent.
But I was warmer….EEEEEPPPPP
I finally started talking again but when I did, I found myself falling over, and then another odd encounter happened as if the other one was not enough.
I found myself sitting on him. Oh why was he so awesome? It killed me that this was all a joke.
Right when I was about to ask him, the last odd encounter happened. He kissed me, well my cheek but that’s the most action I have ever gotten.
I looked him right in the eye and smiled, a genuine smile, and he smiled back. Looks like I was wrong all this time. He didn’t like the princesses that he hanged out with, he liked the girl that he could play games with and be himself, he liked the gamer girl that was there the whole time.
Rewritten/ edited on May the 24th
I hope it's not like those standard lemons where everything is repeated over and over again.
I mean; I hope it's not like this =>
=>Maybe she gives him a blowjob
=>Having awesome orgasm
=>Maybe he asks her if she wants to marry him
I could flip some tables when I read something like that >:T
At the moment he was at the grocery store with Liechtenstein in tow. He fumed on and on in his head about how he was just as good - better even - than the other countries who took up your time. Some of them were tolerable, but he absolutely couldn't stand it when you spent time with Austria to fawn over his piano playing. Switzerland grit his teeth just thinking about it.
"Brother, slow down please." Switzerland immediately stopped and turned to Liechtenstein with furrowed brows. He hadn't even noticed he'd been speeding up. He mumbled an apology and checked the minuscule shopping list he brought for the umpteenth time that day. Nothing seemed to be sticking well in his mind at the moment.
"Come on. We only have bread left," Switzerland told Liechtenstein. With a hold on her wrist, he led her towards the area of the store where the bread is located. He immediately headed towards the less pricy brands once they made it to the shelves of bread. While he was comparing the priced on a few loafs, Liechtenstein was focused on something substantially more delectable. She wandered away from her brother to eye the sugary confections from a closer distance. There was a particularly fancy cake that got most of her attention. The decorations on it were gorgeous! The cake was (favorite cake flavor) with thick (favorite flavor) icing swirled over it in beautiful patterns. It even had (chocolate shavings, strawberries, etc.) on it. All of (name)'s favorites! If I could convince brother to get it then he'll have an excuse to have her come over, then brother won't have to grumble all the time about her being somewhere else, Liechtenstein thought, her face set taut with determination.
The siblings were nearing their house, when wailing broke out from the street heading perpendicular to them. After ordering Liechtenstein to stay put, Switzerland ran and turned to corner. Adrenaline was soaking his muscles and his wary mind was thick with alarm. When he observed the situation, he deflated. The crying from a little girl, whose brother was cramming chocolate into his face. They must have been hers to make her blubber like that. The boy finished off the last of the chocolates, though half of them were still smeared on his face and hands. He let out a booming laugh at his sister's misfortune, which only made her sob even louder. Switzerland started walking forward to see if he could try to diffuse the situation.
The boy cut his laugh short when he heard Switzerland coming. Instantly he turned tail and fled, knowing full well that he could get in big trouble for taunting his sibling. Switzerland just let out an aggravated sigh at the boy's behavior. He then fully turned his attention to the troubled little girl. She looked absolutely heartbreaking. He couldn't help but think, All this over chocolate?
An idea popped into Switzerland's mind and he didn't like it. He looked down at the cake - he was a bit surprised that he was still holding onto it after that scare - with an conflicted face this time. It must have been a few minutes before he finally realized that Liechtenstein was still waiting for him. Verdammt, I need to get going. Well...(name) is understanding. She won't be upset...but she does have a thing for sweets... Switzerland gave a frustrated grunt before making his decision. He walked forward towards the sad little girl and kneeled to her height.
"Here," He muttered to the girl. The cake was outstretched towards her where she could see it through her tears. She looked up at him for the first time with round, watery eyes. They asked him if he was sure. He gave a small nod.
The girl's reaction was instantaneous. The biggest, toothiest smile he had ever seen split her face. She grabbed the box with a joyful giggle. She turned to run off and brag to her brother, yelling a high pitched "thank you" over her shoulder. When she was out of sight Switzerland sighed. Great. What could he tell you? Should he have saved you the cake instead?
"That was the sweetest thing I think I've ever seen."
Poor Switzerland had nearly had a heart attack at the unexpected sound of your voice. He turned to find you looking at him with soft eyes. Your smile was small, but impeccably tender. Heat rushed to Switzerland's cheeks. Never before has he seen you look at anyone with that expression before. It made him feel shy like the world was staring at him in that moment. He looked down, unable to keep looking at you without getting embarrassed. He heard your shoes hit the ground as you walked up to him, but he still didn't look up. You let out a small giggle. He just looked so cute~
You stopped right in front of him. You leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek. Another giggle left your lips, this time because he gave a small jump before you backed away. Switzerland looked at you with surprised eyes. He cheek felt warm where you had kissed him. His mind was jumbled and crazy, but he knew one thing was certain. He had made the right decision by giving that girl cake.
~La curiosità e femmina~
*Mafia!Boss!Romano X Hacker!Reader X Secret!Agent!England*
'Part 4 and continuation to 'La devozione e femmina' - M!B!Romano X H!Reader X S!A!England'
(Name) played impatiently with the edges of her skirt,her (e/c) focused onto the images which played in her head more than on the outer world.Pacing without target into the large room,her heels clicked against the floor,having a certain echo in the female's head too.
Eversince Bella had visited,she couldn't properly sleep - and it wasn't because of the Italian's female attitude,but because she wanted to find out whom was the one to marry the youngest sister in the family.
That's when an idea hit the (h/c) - what if the baby the Romanian girl was to have wasn't her husband's?What if the male killed her because he found out she was cheating on him?
There were a lot of 'what if's playing into her head - but (Name) brushed the thought off,thinking it was stupid of her to even imaginate it.From what Lovino told - and taking into account his great respect for her - she was a delicate,faithful being - so the hypotetis of her being killed by her husband wasn't to be taken in account.
What itched the (h/c) haired female the most was that,everytime she brought up the topic,Lovino just barked at her or remained silent,or as a final alternative,he would just change the topic into something boring and walk away.
Not even Antonio cared to share the whole story with her - so that meant only one thing : (Name) had to find by herself why the Vargas' kept everything secret and who was Miza's husband.
Something seemed off though - a certain something the (e/c) eyed female couldn't put the finger on,but felt was supposed to be there even if it wasn't.The question was - What?
Being brought back to reality by two short knocks at her door,the female murmured a plain 'Entrare',placing her orbs onto the door's frame as the wooden material slowly opened.
Slightly scrunching her nose,(Name) couldn't help but sigh - Angelo wasn't the best company ever,being the douchebag he was - but then,no one in the Vargas family was,as every single of them had one major flaw which estomped the qualities.
Following the Italian male through the large halls of the masion,the (e/c) orbs seemed to franatically seek on their own for a certain something - but as they both reached the main office,the female realised that it was in vain and that she didn't got the answer.
Stepping into the room as they got the confirmation,Angelo retreated,leaving (Name) with only Lovino.
"I will have a job to do ragazza!Meaning that I'll be gone for some days!" the hazel eyed male explained from his chair,not making eye contact.
"I'll leave cugino Antonio to take care of you,so you don't have to worry about anything!" Lovino explained,gaining a small nod of approval from the (h/c).
"Oh, sì!Remember this: Just don't do something reckless,there's no point in trying!" he continued,standing from his chair and getting by the female's side in a matter of seconds.
Capturing her hand with his own tanned one,Lovino brought it to his lips,gingerly kissing the back of her palm,his hazel orbs holding a soft,loving expression which made (Name)'s heart skip a beat and warmth rush to her face.
"Be good,mia bella!I don't want you to get hurt!" the Italian added,before the sensual look to disappear from his face and for the female to agree and leave,letting him to arrange his stuff before hitting the road.
Sighing,the (h/c) watched as the hot sun rays fell upon the ground,making their way through the tree's crowns,playing a delicate game of shapes and colours onto the healthy green grass,the salty breeze touching the exposed skin gently as both the female and the Spaniard spent their afternoon in the back patio,contemplating the surroundings.
"I really wish I had a photo with Gil and Luddy!I wouldn't miss them that much!" (Name) complained,swaying her legs back and forth,capturing the tanned male's jade green eyes upon her form.
Before words could leave Antonio's tongue,(Name)'s eyes snapped open and the serenity of the moment flew by,making something inside of her click.
"A photo!That's it!Why isn't there a photo with Miza in the masion?" the (h/c) asked,her whole composure long forgotten,determination spread across her face.
"Well,you see chica ..." the Spaniard tried to explain,scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"When mi pequeña hermana died,Roma burned all the pictures with her!He said it was too painfull to see her there,smiling down at us,when she really was in el cielo con les angelitos!" he continued,his explanation going on smoothly,not betraying the slightest sign of a lie.
(Name)'s features dropped low,her enthusiast smile turning into a loopsided point,where it transformed into a frown.
"Then if I were to die,Gilbert and Ludwig should burn the pictures they have with me?" she accusingly asked him,feeling that there was more.
Antonio kept silent from that moment though - a thing that was so unlike him,taking into account his cheery attitude.
Moving to a side to another,changing the pillow's side,seeking for the cold one,(Name) resumed into throwing the hot materials and changing them with new ones,as there was plenty of them.
Sighing inwardly,the (h/c) sat from her sleeping position,throwing her legs over the bed's edge,watching as a few stains of light enveloped the satin black night sky,announcing that day wasn't far from coming.
Making sure that everyone was sound sleep - which indeed happened,except for Angelo which was on guard that night - she decided it was the best to explore on her own.
Wearing only a thin gown,(Name) made her way to the main library barefoot,a precaution in order not to disturb the night's silence,risking to wake up the others.
Tip toeing as if she weighted a feather,the female reached the library,going through the books with a focused look,searching for something to help her in further investigation.
Thanking to the supreme forces that they weren't against her,meaning that the full moon fell directly upon the titles,something captured the (h/c)'s attention - and it wasn't a book or an author,but a part of the wall which seemed out of its place and on which the female's hand pressed with caution.
The action caused the wall to raise and leave a trail of stairs which leaded to somewhere - and taking into account that the wind's roar could be heard,it had to be a basement.
It must have been a forgotten path or an emergency way from its looks - but even if it gave (Name) the creeps,she went deeper helped by a trail of lights which leaded to one and only room - a similar library to the one above,though something was different.
It the middle of the opposite entrance wall,a beautiful female's portrait stood,the frame a broding of gold and silver,delicate roses carved into them.
What seemed beautiful about the painting was the fact that it seemed alive - the vivid tones,the lights playing into the female's eyes,her soft emerald green gaze going perfectly with her pale complexion,the plain white dress suiting her well - not to mention how pretty her blonde curly locks fell upon her exposed shoulders.
Going further,(Name) could observe a signature which she couldn't recognize and a name.That name made her eyes go wide and caused her to contemplate once again each and single detail the painting offered.
Hearing steps from above,the (h/c) froze on the spot,but regaining her courage,she climbed the stairs at an incredible speed,closing the secret door by pressing her hand onto the unaesthetic wall fragment,getting under the covers in a record time.
(Name) could feel her heart pulsing into her ears,her lungs burning from the fright and from the great amount of adrenaline which rushed through her small veins.
Closing her eyes,sleep came soon,as her whole energy was drained out of her body by the plain exploring - it was quite enough for one day.
"(Name),please!" the blonde whispered,going towards her direction.
"I know it isn't pleasant staying here,but there's nothing more I can do!Believe me,I'll keep you safe love!Even if it means risking my own life!" Arthur reassured her,getting onto his knees in front of the piano's bench she stood onto.
Capturing her delicate hands with his own,the Brit put a tight grip upon them,making his point clear - that everything was going to be fine and she was to get back to her family.
The (h/c) tucked a strand of locks behind her ear,nodding in approval at the male's promise - causing the blonde's lip corners to turn upwards.
"Could you do something for me Arthur?" (Name) asked,feeling she could trust the blonde.
"Of course love!What might that be?" the male answered,his emerald green gaze never leaving her apparently calm (e/c) one.
"You need to promise that this will remain between us!I ... I shouldn't be telling you this,but is killing me on the inside!" the female stood from the bench,placing the back of her hand dramatically onto her forhead,facing the Brit with her exposed back now.
Watching with the corners of her eyes as his face morphed into concern as she did that and his precious coloured orbs glimmered,trailing down her back - for which he inerly slapped himself,scolding his instanly acceptance of temptation with a mutter - (Name) smiled a small smile,happy that the Brit fell into her well broded trap.
"I would never do something which could harm you,(Name)!Please..." the blonde made a small,grave pause.
"... Request and I'll do!" he continued,facing her now.
The (h/c) brought her head up a little to meet his orbs - and delicately brought it down,feeling her face heat up - both for the effect,but also because Arthur's sincere concerned gaze seemed to read the depths of her eyes.
Framing her face with his calloused hands,the Brit brought up her face,giving her the best smile he had.
He wanted for (Name) to feel safe in his embrace and the small hugs they shared made him feel even more powerfull,as if he was able to reach the peak of the world for her.Placing a short kiss at the edge of her lips,he felt them twitch under the softness of his mouth and the female try to escape the embrace.
"I need you to find out to whom Miza Vladimirescu was married!" the (h/c) spoke up,avoiding the gaze of the male as she caressed the material of her skirt with her sweating palms.
Arthur's eyes turned wide at the Romanian girl's name,starting to ask himself what was the bound between the two and how could (Name) know about her.He hummed in approval,not trusting his voice for the moment.
With a small movement,he loosened his black tie which seemed to strangle him.
Seeing that,the (h/c) made her way towards him,unbuttoning the first three buttons of the shirt and throwing his black tie onto the piano,massaging the male's wrist - a thing which seemed to relax the Brit until that point when all the worries leaked out of his body.
"So,could you,Arthur?" (Name) asked,placing her head onto the male's lap.
"Uh,yeah,sure!Of course I can!There's not a thing I can not do,yes!" Arthur stuttered,his pale features tinged pink,thing which caused the female to inner giggle.
"What are you saying,bastard?Don't you even dare to think that way about her!" the Italian yelled at the male,tightening his grip onto the collar of his shirt.
"Want me to take care of him,mister Vargas?" the brown haired male asked,placing his pale hand onto the edge of his gun.
"That's not necessary,Dajana!He is not worth!" Lovino scrunched his nose,throwing the still smiling male onto the ground.
Wiping a trail of blood away,the wounded male laughed,capturing both the Italian and the Serbian's attention.
"Do you think she will be safe if she is in your little fortress Vargas?None of your man can keep my boss from taking her from you!" the brunette smiled a sick smile,but it disappeared as a bullet pierced through his ribs,causing them to snap and for him to grith his teeth to keep the pain away.
"Stai zitto,you fucking bastard!No one will ever touch my (Name)!So whoever your boss might be,he will have to suffer seeing that she will be mine!" Lovino snapped at him,being his turn to smile.
"Let's go,Petrovic!People like him don't deserve mercy!" the Italian spoke,placing the gun into its sheath.
The Serbian muttered an approval sound,shortly following the hazel eyed male,but keeping an eye onto their enemy until they were too far for him to do any harm.
"We need to talk about something Dacian!" the Brit spoke,hearing the phone being picked up.
"Look frate,if you try to convince me to get implied in that case of yours,I'm not interested!" the Romanian responded,his heavy sigh reaching the blonde's ears.
"I think you are interested!Remember the name (Last Name)?" Arthur enthusiastically said,knowing his friend's weakness.
"Yes,I do!Your point?" Dacian cocked a light eyebrow,waiting for the answer.
"She is your brother's prisoner.Or better said,the daughter of the people you know!" the Brit smiled to himself,knowing he already gained the battle.
"So...what do you want me to do?" the Romanian sighed once again,giving in.
"She'll need to talk to you for a bit to clarify some stuff!So could you visit the Vargas mansion?Because I don't think Lovino would like for her to get out of it!" Arthur explained.
"I'm on my way!Talk to you later!" Dacian ended the conversation,rubbing his temples in a soothing manner.
"Let me guess!We are going to Italy?" the Bulgarian asked,receiving a small nod from the strawberry blonde haired male.
"You are unbelivable naive when it comes to a damsel in distress,aren't you?" Desislav sighed,a quick laugh enveloping the atmosphere - both his and the Romanian's.