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First Snow, First Love (Itacest Fluff)More Like This
What a cold morning. It was absolutely freezing outside, and this was mostly because of the fresh snow laying on the ground. White flurries were falling freely onto the ground and creating a winter wonderland right outside. The trees were hanging icicles, and hanging low heavy with snow. A cold winter breeze was sweeping some snow up off the ground and into a spiral. It did almost look like something out of a story book. One could consider this, since this was Italy.
Lovino was awoken rudely when he felt cold air surround his body, and the lack of a warm blanket on him. His eyes popped open, and he saw the culprit who seized his blanket and threw it to the floor. It was his annoying little brother, Feliciano.
Feliciano was wearing a winter jacket, with a pom-pom hat to keep his ears warm. A long scarf was wrapped around his neck, and soft woolen mittens were on his hands. He looked almost like he was about to go jump into that winter storm.
“Fratellone! Wake-up! Look outside, loo
Love Letters.- Romano x ReaderMore Like This
I hate you.
I hate the way you laugh like everything is okay in the world, and the way you smile like the goddamn sun. I absolutely loathe the way you bite your lower lip and how your eyebrow quirks up when you’re confused or surprised. I hate how you can be kind and fun and weird at the same time. I hate how you leave footprints and not scars.
I dislike your smell, like a field of flowers and the ocean and maybe a little bit of the mountainside mingled into one. The way you move, the way you talk, revolts me. I hate your pranks and your jokes, and the way your lip lift up in a crooked half-smile.
I hate this. I hate you, and that you hate me. I hate how we tease each other and bully each other like we’re the worst enemies. I’m tired of always hating, of always pretending I don’t give a fuck about what happens to anyone, but the truth is the only person I really hate is me. I am made completely of spite, and that just makes me more spiteful. In fact