Six in One Pt. 1Lovina stood in front of the building that would be her new home for at least the next few months, cursing loudly as she attempted to drag her insane amounts of luggage all by herself. Her parents had been more than happy to send her on her way with any amount of things she might want or need, but they had been unable to actually accompany her on the long trip from Palermo, so she'd been left to deal with the fact that her suitcases didn't seem to want to go up the stairs of the residency hall by herself.More Like This
"Fucking pieces of shit," she grumbled, kicking the heaviest suitcase, which had the audacity to topple down the stairs just when she'd finally made some progress. She almost wished she had asked the driver who took her from the airport to help, almost, but not quite, because he'd had a creepy look about him and she didn't need that sort of person knowing where she lived.
"Did you want some help, bella?" Lovina jumped and cursed when a voice came from behind her and a ha
Six in One Pt. 2Four hours and a shower later, Lovina was feeling much better. She was also feeling extremely grateful that she didn't quite remember everything that had occurred the night before, because from what she did remember/what Romano and Antonia had said, she'd made a right ass of herself. It was obviously all their fault, though, for not telling her about their weird threesome relationship. Why on earth would she assumed that's what was going on?More Like This
Hey, you've reached Antonio! Well. Not really. You've reached his machine. My machine. It's not really a machine, this is a cellphone, they don't have the machines with the tapes in them, but-- right! Sorry, Roma! Romano says leave a message and I'll call you back later! Antonio will call you back later, not Romano, he never calls anyone ba--- bye! Wait for the beep!
And why on earth had she assumed Antonio would answer her phone calls after being told she was going to make one?
She decided against leaving a message because she got the impre
The IncidentIt was time once again for the annual Vella family reunion, and since Lovina had avoided it the past three years, her mother had all but personally dragged her there, despite the fact that it was July, Lovina was uncomfortably six months pregnant, and she really couldn't afford to be leaving the café for even a few days during their first summer. Her mother had asked, begged, demanded that she bring one of the boys, only one, because some of their distant relatives were there and they still didn't know about the whole arrangement Lovina was in, and it really would make the whole thing go more smoothly.More Like This
She'd brought Antonia with her, naturally.
Though she was starting to wish she hadn't gone at all, because no matter what Lovina's mother insisted, the whole family ate up gossip faster than a homemade lasagne and after the standard hello, long time no see, kiss kiss, the first thing out of many of her relatives' mouths was a hushed, "So which one is the father?"
Merry Little VoicesIt was a warm summer evening, right in the middle of July, and Lovina was just winding down from a long, hard day of sitting behind the counter of Caffe Quadratto doing her nails while Antonio attempted to teach Alejandro how to use the cash register. Alejandro was not the problem, nor was Antonio's teaching skills (he was a teacher, after all, though his style didn't exactly suit teenagers) Antonio just had no idea how to really use the cash register, even after all the years he'd spent working the café along with everyone else. Alejandro was a smart kid and could have probably figured it out on his own (plus Romano had already shown him how to use the damn thing), but he was also sweet, far too sweet, and he just nodded and watched and played along as Antonio attempted to show him how to open the cash register and give their (growing ever more frustrated) customers their change.More Like This
Lovina had eventually had to take over, and damnit, teaching was hard. Teaching was
For GoodWhen Antonia announced that Lovina was pregnant (and when Lovina then proceeded to tell her off for just blurting it out at them without consulting her first), all Antonio could think was that he was so, so thrilled, because while it wasn't a subject the four of them had ever really talked about, whether or not they all wanted to have children, he'd always loved kids, always thought he'd like to have them someday. Antonia had always felt the same way, that fact was common knowledge, but it'd never actually been talked about between the four of them, and he'd never been sure how Lovina or Romano felt about children, having them or otherwise.More Like This
Well. Lovina had apparently gotten drunk with Romano one time when they were still in school and told him that she wanted to have, "Babies. So many babies. All of them," before throwing up all over his shoes, but Romano's opinion on the matter never really came up at all (the baby matter, anyway, Romano's opinion on the Lovina throwing up on his sho
InnamoratiIt's the first Valentine's Day after Romano and Antonia have started dating and Romano honestly has no idea what to do. All the florists in Valencia have put out their best flowers for the day, hoping to get some extra business, but Romano just can't rationalise spending money on flowers when the ones Antonia and her mother grow in their yard are far better.More Like This
He considers just stealing a few out of her yard, but he did that last year, and while she'd found it adorable then, they were a couple now, he had to actually make an effort. Or something. But sweets are out too-- Antonia's left her kitchen window open and the smell of sugar and cinnamon is wafting into Romano's bedroom. Antonia's a better baker than him anyway, she doesn't need his failed attempts at cookies.
Romano would like to say he spent the rest of the day thinking really hard about what to get his girlfriend, he really would, but he wakes up hours later to Antonia waltzing into his room, daisies in one hand and a plate of
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: JapanMore Like This
[Now read it here in German! Translated by alltimeOpheliac]
The day was beautiful. Cherry blossoms bloomed in the yard, a light breeze scattering some on green grass and landing in a small koi pond. The fish jumped and swam to the landing petals, thinking it was food, but were quickly bored and left. The forest around the small house was swaying lightly.
Despite the beautiful scenery, not all was well in the Honda household. Kiku was a young man, honorable to his family. Many young girls liked him but he didn’t like any of them back. His parents thought it was time for him to remove is bachelor status.
Kiku walked through the paper screen doors, looking curiously at the people kneeling at the small table. His parents were laughing along with a pretty young girl. She wore a light pink kimono decorated with golden flowers and a light blue waist band tied in a bow in th
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: RussiaMore Like This
[Now read it here in German! Translated by alltimeOpheliac]
Two men, dressed in white scrubs that outlined fine muscles, held an even larger man by his biceps. They led him through the dreary bland hallways to one of many rooms in the labyrinth-like building. The large man walked in without fighting and one man quickly jabbed a needle in his arm, a sedative. As soon as the doors closed behind him he snapped his head around at it. He glared at the door for a moment, mumbling something his breath.
Ivan had been in a mental institution for years now. How long? He wasn't sure. He just knew it was a long, long time. He was admitted here when he was in his mid-twenties, now he was nearing middle aged. His family had stopped visiting him years ago. They left him. The voices told him that. They didn't want him. He was useless to them and they would let him die here.
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: ChinaMore Like This
[Now translated into German here! Done by alltimeOpheliac]
Yao stumbled through the crowded kitchen at the greasy restaurant he worked at. He was carrying about five woks he had just cleaned and they were heavy for someone as young as him. He pushed through men and set the woks down on the counter with much effort.
Yao was currently working at a local restaurant to help support his family. The man who had hired him liked him better than other children who wanted the job. He was strong and he could pay him little because of his age, a mere eleven years old.
Usually by his age he would’ve been sent to school but his family didn’t have the money, so he was stuck working. He didn’t mind it that much. The restaurant was much nicer than the other places he had worked in. At least he wasn’t out in fields harvesting
Chocolate Caliente (SpainXDepressed!Reader)You shuffled down the street, hands in pockets, trying to find a way to relieve the gnawing sorrow that had taken up residence in your very soul. What a pain. You hated dealing with this…dare you say depression. It consumed your thoughts and feelings, pushed away those closest to you, leaving only itself.More Like This
How you hated it. You wanted friends, you wanted to be happy, but in your little world, happiness doesn’t exist. Anger doesn’t exist. Feelings don’t exist. There is just the depression. Just the sadness, the self-loathing, and the pain that they bring.
Your feet carried you to a quaint, ordinary café, a few steps from the bustling city streets, but yet the noise and the stress that came with the constant motion seemed to be nonexistent, and this place seemed like the perfect place to rest your feet before you continued on your journey.
A bell jangled as you hesitantly opened the door, peeking around the wooden frame. A handsome young man was behind the