Romano X Reader: Sleepy Time with RomanoMore Like This
It was Thursday night and you were anxious, nervous, and worried.
Why? Oh well because you have a major test tomorrow . And in your
least favorite subject as well . Usually you were able to go to sleep
within an hour or so but today was different. It was already 10
o'clock and your body was already giving in the negative vibes of
test taking. You would never be able to sleep in these conditions!
You sighed, wondering what to do.
You tried drinking warm milk, eating a good meal, a nice warm bath,
and even listening to those hypnotist programs but nothing worked.
You groaned and thought Maybe someone could help you
You would never call England at this time. He'd probably yell at you.
America might make things worse, Russia was even scarier at this time,
Japan would probably say 'We'll see' and then just not come at all,
and who knows about the rest That's when you thought of one person .
You called the Italian with lots of energy. Yo
Pirate!England x Reader: When We're Older Chp.3 Rocking. You were rocking. That was the first thing you registered. It was cold. Well at least that's normal. You could hear waves. Not normal. The bed you were sleeping in felt like it was made of wood. Normal. It smelt like pickles and oranges. Defiantly not normal.More Like This
You forced your heavy eyes open to see dark panels of wood above your head. You frowned, that wasn't what your roof looked like. You pushed yourself up with your arms and looked around. You were in a small room filled to the brim with different barrels and crates, on your left was a wooden door. Confusion swept through you and you glanced down to find that your had been sleeping on a thin blanket spread over the wooden floor. "Where am I?" You muttered shaking your throbbing head. Maybe it was another one of your twisted dreams. The sound of the ocean continued to ring in your ears and you looked around for the source of the sound. On the wall farthest from you
Dark!Romano X Maid!Reader [Part 3]More Like This
"You're too slow, ______"
You immediately froze as an arm found its way around your waist, the shiny edge of a small scalpel gleaming visibly against your neck. You hadn't even thought of where Lovino might have been while Feliciano had been chasing you, only now realizing how much you allowed your mind to wander in panic.
"You didn't even make it that fun to catch you..."
A small part of you wanted to lash out at him despite his obvious advantage in strength, to struggle and get away before either brother could do anything to you. The only problem with that plan would be that tiny little razor-sharp knife digging into your skin, drawing a thin red line over your throat. Why couldn't you have just been a little more observant?
'Ok _____, note to self: always keep an eye on where both crazy brothers are so they don't jump you. Or perhaps keep from letting them get their hands on you in the first place...' you thought, only half kidding with yourself. Maybe you actually sh
Papa/Mama!BTTxLittle!Reader (LudwigxReader Ver.) "Germany, where's your little sorella?", You could hear Feliciano say, from upstairs.More Like This
"FEEEELLLLIIII!~" You screamed, as you rushed down the stairs.
"Bella!~" Feliciano hugged you tightly. "Vhere's my hug, Kind?", Ludwig asked.
"BIG BRUDER!~", You hugged fifteen year old Ludwig.
"H-hey bruder... Will you come to dance practice with me, Papa, and Vatti?
Feli can come, too!" You blushed slightly.
"Of course we-a will, piccolo!", Feliciano cheered happily.
"Really?! Yay! Thank you! I'll get my stuff, and we'll go!", You went to get your bag.
'I'll impress big bruder no matter what!' You thought, as you picked up your stuff.
When you got back down stairs, everyone was already in the car, so there you went!
Awesomly, you got into the back seat, next to Ludwig.
ItalyxReader: Remember Me...Angrily you stared at your cupcake. “Happy birthday to me,” you grumbled blowing out the singular candle.More Like This
Today was supposed to be your birthday. Friends, family, gifts, and best of all cake. You didn’t get any of it. No one remembered your birthday. So now you were sitting alone in your kitchen eating a (favorite flavor) cupcake.
“___________!” someone called from outside your door.
“Go away!” you spat your eyes in the verge of tears.
The knocking didn’t stop.
Finally it got to you and you got up to answer the door. “What?”
“___________!” Feliciano chirped, “Let’s go.”
“No,” you mumbled. “I’m staying home. Go away.” You went to close the door, but Feliciano stopped you.
He grinned and grabbed your arm, “Come on, ___________. It’ll cheer you up!”
You shook your head, “No.”
“Please,” Feliciano pouted, “pretty please! With
Heartbeats USUK part 2Thunder cackled above the house and shook the walls, making the whole place tremble with each booming rumble. America, still very much afraid of thunderstorms, rubbed his hands together wearily.More Like This
Although he wasn't a pathetic sniveling mass of cowardice anymore, even the gentlest cracks of thunder or dimmest bolts of lightning would have his heart racing and eyes darting nervously.
His fingers and toes twitched unconsciously, begging and pleading for him to escape into the sanctuary of Arthur's room like he had when he was younger. Of course there was no way he would or could ever comply.
Arthur was here merely on business, not leisure! It was be extremely rude, not to mention slightly embarrassing, if Alfred showed up and asked to share a room just because he was afraid of a little storm. How could he ever call himself a hero when he couldn't even stand one measly storm without breaking into a cold sweat?
An unexpected burst of lightning startled the young nation, causing a series of c
2P!ItalyxReaderx2P!Romano: Contest for the Heart2P!Italy x Reader x 2P!Romano: Contest for the HeartMore Like This
You sighed in boredom, lazily lying on the comfortable bed as you played with the lacy hem of your long, lilac white sun dress. You started to wonder where the two brothers went to, since it was quite rare that Luciano went with Flavio, unless he did got pestered enough by his rather stylish and sassy brother. Sitting up slowly and groaning, you yawned and stretched slowly, craving for chocolates and maybe Italian food. Sluggishly walking out of the room, you were about to go down when you froze. You heard footsteps just as you were on top of the staircase.
………….But you were alone in the house. You haven’t even heard the door open.
Silently and swiftly grabbing a knife Luciano had left from the room, you slowly went downstairs, only to find…
“Flavio, what in the world are you doing here and when did you enter?”, you quic
Married Ch2 .:SwitzerlandXChibi!Reader:.You looked at him and smiled brightly at his answer, although you were slightly blushing and he was too.More Like This
"Yay! Come on big bruder! (name)! We have to get started." Lilly cheered dragging the two of you to the living room.
"Okay bruder, you have to pretend your coming home, but first we have to get things ready." Lilly said pushing him out of the door.
"Okay, okay." Vash said still slightly blushing.
Lilly closed the door and the two of you hurried to get things ready in both the living room and kitchen.
Lilly went and gave the okay to Vash and then she went to the living room and played with her dolls.
"Honey I'm home." Vash said and that was your cue.
"Hello honey, welcome home." You said imitating what Hungary says to Austria when he got home. You smiled at him shyly as he hung his coat. Lilly came in and yelled, "Daddy you're home!"
"Hello honey." He said smiling at Lilly as she hugged him.
You hugged him next and smiled.
"How was your day?" You asked walking with him.
"Wait! You gu
RomanoXReaderX2P!Italy: MINE (not ours!) PROMore Like This
RomanoXReaderX2P!Italy:MINE (Not ours!)
NOTE: 1PSouthItaly is Romano. 2PSouthItaly is Lovino. 1PNorthItaly is Veneziano. 2PNorthItaly is Feliciano. This will be useful for all four of them will be used. So, HEADS UP, I use 1P human names FOR the 2P characters! Please don't comment about it! Grazie!
A broken bed, covered in stains. Stains of all kinds; Soda, pasta, sweat, blood, and far worse. Those pillows used to be pure white, at least I think so. Their now yellow-brown color makes me feel better anyway. Lovino never comes In here. He says the colors of the walls and flooring don't match and the fact that it all makes me look like a homeless hobo could murder him. I hope it does. He says I should at least clean up, but I tell him to hire a maid and he walks away muttering how “No bella ragazza should have to step foot in such a room.”. I was joking on the cleaning. I'd have to hunt do
2p!RomanoxReader: How I Met You Became Ti Amo“(kid name) get out of the ball pit, we have to go home!” you called to the child you were babysitting. How he had convinced you to go to here you’d never know. A leg was sticking out. Angrily you grabbed it and pulled.More Like This
However the person you pulled out wasn’t (kid name), it was a full grown man. Your eye practically dropped out of your skull. What was a man doing in the ball pit? Then you blushed, what was a very attractive man doing in the ball pit?
“Ciao,” he said giving you a big smile.
You blushed harder and let go of his ankle, “S-sorry!”
He was blonde with an odd curl. Also a scar on his cheek just below his eye. However it didn’t take away from any of the attractiveness he held for you.
“Have you seen (child’s description) running around anywhe-.”
“Miss _______________,” a small voice said tugging on your sleeve. “It’s time to go. Did you make a new friend?”
Birthday Kiss: GeritaMore Like This
"Italy!" The German's voice rang throughout the house. It was March seventeenth, Itay's birthday. It was Romano's birthday too, but Germany could care less. Today it was only about Italy.
"Germany!" Italy yelled back. It was his birthday! He couldn't believe it! He happily skipped over to his German friend.
"Yes? What is it?" He giggled. He smiled at the tall blonde. He was so stunning sometimes. How he slicked his hair back every morning, and how it shone in the sun was simply beautiful. Italy was snapped out of his thought bubble when the German one spoke.
"Vhell, I vas vondering if you mind zat I cook dinner tonight." He looked to the side, uncomfortably.
"Veh~? YOU want to make dinner for ME? Of course you can! What are you going to make me?" Italy's face lit up. Germany shifted.
"Vhell, I vas going to keep it a secret." He said softly. Italy blinked.
"Oh, I get it! A surprise! Okay then, Imma go see what Japan is doing!~" He scurried off.
"Ah, vait! Italy!" Germany called out, but
GerIta: Tickle Fight"Hey Germany! Let's play a game!"More Like This
Germany looked up from the work he was doing. What was that fool talking about? He had a twenty three page report to hand in. It was of the upmost importance. Italy didn't understand that Germany needed to be left alone.
"Italy! I'm busy!"
"But you are working so hard! Aren't you tired? You've been sitting like this for the past hour. You need to move a bit."
"I'm fine ok? If I don't hand this in, my boss will kill me! Now er, could you go somewhere else?"
As usual, the Italian didn't listen. A small hand wound up on Germany's broad shoulder and started to move around.
"I'm tickling you!"
"Tickle! Tickle! Tickle!"
Germany felt his composure starting to fade. His mouth was between a frown and a grin, his pupils growing wide, his upper body shaking.
Now calm down Germany. Calm down...
"Tickle! I'll tickle even harder!"
Italy's hand was crawling down Germany's arm. It looped underneath, stopping for a moment.
"Now I'll ma
New Year!!!So Christmas is past and it is now 2013. (Yes, we are also still alive.) Really wishing that I had uploaded some pictures of what I did for my friends. (Almost killing myself in the process of drawing one pic. :iconTheDogzIsland2 Anyways, this is rather late but it can still count. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR! Been off for a while due to me taking a vacation but back to school which is harsh right off the bat... Yay XP. Still love my friends........ but they should not have told me to watch Homestuck....... DON'T WATCH IT. It's TOO ADDICTING. O.oMore Like This
Presents(GerIta One Shot Christmas fic) "Doitsu!Doitsu!"The happy italian said,"I finished my letter to Santa!!"More Like This
Germany looked up from his worked to the jumping man in front of him.
"Do you mind mailing it out for me?Me and Japan are going to go make dinner."
"Alright.Leave it on the table.I'll mail it out later.And could you stop jumping?You're supposed to be a soldier,not a 5 year old girl!"Germany demanded.
"Okay,ciao!"Italy said as he ran out the door.
As soon as he saw he was gone,Germany ripped open the letter.He knew Santa wasn't real unlike his friend."So,what did he ask for?"Germany blushed as he read the paper.
Hello!It's Feliciano!I have been a very good boy this year,making pasta and white flags like Italians should.All I want for Christmas this year is a kiss from my friend,Germany!He's always so serious,but he saves me when I need help.And I need help.A lot.Even if it's just on the forehead,it'll be sweet.
If you find Germany reading this,wil
SaviourI never meant to be the one who kept you from the darkMore Like This
But now I know my wounds are sewn, because of who you are
I will take this burden on and become the holy one
But remember I am human and I'm bound to sing this song
He wasn't sure how it had ended up like this. All he knew was that somehow, it had. And -in a strange way- he liked it.
He had helped that idiot. Saved his life. After that, Italy had become totally dependant on him. He pretended that it annoyed him, he even scolded the Italian for getting into so much trouble, but secretly, he liked having someone who depended on him.
In a weird way, Italy had also saved him. Made him feel.
He didn't mind Italy's constant annoyance. Not really. Most people (like Austria) just thought Italy was unnecessary trouble.
Germany didn't think that way at all.
So hear my voice remind you not to bleed
"Germany!" whined the Italian, nursing his hand. He had slipped and managed to slice his palm open with a knife wh
GerIta - A Familiar FeelingItaly sat at his canvas, eyes screwed together tight and knuckles turning pale with the iron grip he had on his paintbrush as he tried to envision every last detail of what he wanted to paint. It was a blast from the past, the idea had come from nowhere, but it had been a good one to say the least and had tempted him to the small studio-corner of his bedroom. The memory had come from centuries ago, back when he was still just a child in Mr. Austria’s home with Hungary and Holy Roman-More Like This
His eyes snapped open wide, chestnut focused intently on white, and his hands began moving on their own. The young-looking country started with a solid background of a deep blue, focusing in on the little details afterwards. He could see it clearly now, his idea coming to light with the paintbrush and color. He worked swiftly, not letting himself rest until it was finished.
Veneziano pulled back from the painting and sighed, allowing a smile to cross his face. How he wished he could show Germany