WantedMore Like This
You know I'd fall apart without you
I don't know how you do what you do
'Cause everything that don't make sense about me
Makes sense when I'm with you.
Romano never understood his brother. Hell, he never understood himself so why did he expect to understand his brother. But really, sometimes, when he was around his baby brother, he felt that most things about himself did make sense. Like how he hated that potato bastard being around him and how he hated the fact that it was only the tomato and wine bastard that chased after him... And not Veneziano.
Well, fuck, now I sound like a lovestruck teenage girl, Lovino glared at the sight of Feliciano playing with a kitten. He wished that his brother would give him the same attention but of course, he had to be super cute and furry or German for that to happen.
Like everything that's green, girl I need you.
But it's more than one and one makes two.
Put aside the math and the logic of it,
You gotta know you want it
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
Kankri x Grub!Reader - CaughtMore Like This
Kankri slipped into one of his bright red sweaters and laced up his plain black converse. It was early morning, about 6 a.m. to be exact, and he was readying himself for a morning walk, just as he did every morning. As he stood up and headed for the door, something stood in his way. Your tiny little body was sitting in front of the door, your big [e/c] bulbs looking up at him curiously.
“Oh, good morning, [Name],” Kankri said with a smile. He bent over and ruffled your baby locks. “Could you kindly move out of the way? I have to get going.”
You simply shook your head.
Kankri frowned. “Now, [Name], you know you must respect your elders. If you would please scootch over just a bit and I’ll be on my way.”
You waddled closer to the door and nudged it with your forehead. Kankri finally understood. You wanted to come with him on his morning commute. “I apologize for not understanding you before, [Name].” He scooped you up and sat you on t
Memories of Blank Pages (Canada x Reader)More Like This
Memories of Blank Pages
Canada x Reader
Based after the beginning of UP!
A young Matthew was running back from the movie theater. It was about the fathers of flight. Matthew looked up to them, wanting to fly up just like him. His piglet hat flapped in the wind, as he held his arms out that were gliding in the wind. In his eyes, he saw a beautiful sky, filled with puffy clouds you could touch. A smiling sun gazed at him, while everything seemed at peace.
"The Fathers of Flight will seek their daughter," a voice yelled.
Matthew looked at the small, abandoned house in front of him. The walls were cracking, and a death aroma was sensed around it. Out of curiosity, Matthew walked inside in hope to see the person who caused the sudden sound.
"I wonder if they could have painted the balloon," the same voice mumbled.
Matthew steadily followed the voice, until he saw a girl. This girl wasn't like the normal once she had seen.
10 Ways to Annoy Arthur Kirkland10 Ways to Annoy Arthur KirklandMore Like This
10. Speak in a very phony british accent when around him.
9. Everytime he speaks to you, reply with "Jolly good, govena!!"
8. Call him a "nit."
7. Tell him that most of his kings were either French or Viking and that there is no true Anglo Saxon.
6. Claim to have made some "fish and chips" and tell him he can't have any.
5. Remind him constantly how Francis is a better cook than him.
4. When he says something surprising, reply with "Blimey!"
3. Use the term "bloody hell" around him.
2. Invite him to a tea party. When he asks where it is, say Narnia.
And the number one way to annoy Arthur Kirkland?
1. Run down the highway by his house, late at night, screaming "THE BRITISH ARE COMING!!"