RomanoxReader An Awkward Situation Romano never was a happy child. Throughout his childhood he saw his younger brother get appraised for his many talents. But when he tried to find something that he could do. The more the list of things Romano couldn't do became larger. Eventually he stopped trying, because he was afraid that if the list grew even larger. The farther the gap grew between him and his loved ones.More Like This
When he was taken in by Spain he was afraid of being rejected. So before he could feel the hurt of rejection he rejected Spain. But slowly Romano found himself looking up to the gleeful country of Spain.
When Romano left Spain's house he was saddened, but he was happy. He was happy because he would be spending time with his brother Feliciano. But this silver lining did not last long. His brother had gained new friends, and he spent a great amount of his time with them. Romano found himself alone, like the times in his childhood. When
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VALENTINE'S DAY MARATHON PART II!!!
FEATURING 2P AMERICA!
He doesn't get a lot of love...
BY THE WAY. THERE SHALL BE CURSING...this is Al we'll talking about...
You stared at your reflection with contempt. If looks could kill, then your reflection wouldn't be alive at the moment.
Your _e/c_ eyes were dramatically brought out by the perfect cat-eye liner as well as the smokey eye shadow. Your cheekbones were well defined by the natural look of blush. You had on a lovely red knee-length sun dress on that fit snugly around your figure.
Overall, you looked perfect.
"See! You look gorgeous!" Eliza said with glee as she bounced up and down happily.
Feliks tossed his blonde locks over his shoulder with a wave of his hand.
"Well, of course she does! These hands are magical!"
You stifled a laugh as Feliks posed with his hands above his head.
You walked away from the reflect
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Note: Reader is somewhat a tomboy in this story. Also near the end 2PItaly gets a bit (if not a lot) OOC, and I want to say I’m sorry for that lol. Wanted the story to go one way and this kind of happened.
“Vell (Name), vhat do you vant to do?”
Was that a trick question? Here you were sitting in front of all the people whom you have wished were real, and now you have to choose only one. Sure you thanked your lucky stars that this event even happened, but now fate was being cruel and making you choose. Isn’t that what everyone says nowadays? You can only have one, but you want them all?
“Ummm, let me think for a minute please?” you said/asked.
Germany merely nodded his head in acknowledgement and sat down at his seat.
Your eyes roamed over each of the individual countries, trying with all your might to pick one out of the lot. With each passing second your heart began to
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You and your parents were nervously getting ready for the guest to arrive, a guest that would live with you. Your room had a bunk bed so you two could share since you and this guest were the same gender. If it was a boy your parents would never allow the guest to come stay with us. She was an exchange student from some foreign place you didn’t know of, it was all a little overwhelming. However, you were determined to befriend this guest. The clock was clicking slowly; every minute was raising our excitement and nerves. Soon as we heard the familiar ring of the doorbell, we all turned our heads to each other. Unsure eyes gazing and scanning our features, my mother went to open the door. It indeed was… the exchange student.
You step forward; your eyes went up, down, sideways. She was wearing what appeared to be rags… a brown rode? Y
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~Was it yelling from a few rooms away? ~
Yes, yes it was.
You heard some yelling and decided to go check it out. You armed yourself with a baseball bat and padded your way down the hall. Oh Gog damn it.
That was Kankri’s room. And it sounded like Kankri.
You burst into the room, bat at the ready to find Kanrki trying to get out of an overlarge sweater, but unable as he kept tripping on the sleeves. He was yelling something, but to your ears it sounded like ‘blah blah blah triggers blah blah sweater blah blah ______’. Yeah, you were in for the lecture of your life when he got out of there.
So, you had two choices- you could either go out of his room or leave the house for a while until he calmed down, or you could stay and help him…
Well, you’d just get lectured more later if you didn’t stay to help him now- plus the fact that he was extremely sweet to you most of the time didn’t help (when he wasn’t lecturing you of course). So, you deci
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That’s all he ever does, talk and talk and talk. You always had to listen to his rants, and it was annoying to no end. He would start talking about one thing but then stray in his lecture about triggers and all that other stuff that annoyed him. You just asked him a simple question, you’ve been listening so long you can’t even remember what the question was. You’ve been listening to him long enough, you start zoning out. Unfortunately Kankri could tell by now that you weren’t paying attention.
“Hey are y9u even listening t9 me?” He asked clearly irritated. Great he could tell, now you’d have to listen to another lecture on that.
“No, I can’t focus with your untracked train of speech.” You said starting to fall asleep.
Sure you liked hearing what he had to say but if he didn’t have a point you could care less. As your eyes started closing you could see a red sw
Kankri x Reader: Comfort Him“Kankri?” You knock on the door of your flushcrush’s hive, expecting an immediate answer. You needed someone to talk to, as you had been feeling a bit down lately. Of course, Kankri wasn’t the one to come to to talk to, but hearing his voice spawned a lifting feeling in your stomach and always brought up your spirits.More Like This
Not hearing an answer, you opened the door and continued inside carefully, not wanting to ‘trigger’ him. You saw a notebook lying on the floor with an uncapped pen, and was surprised the usual neat freak would leave it out like that. Hesitantly, you picked up the notebook and looked inside. Messy handwriting scrawled dark words across the paper, and only now did you realize the red he wrote in was terribly close to blood. Fresh ink marked ‘Insuffra6le’ on most of the pages, surrounded by what you assumed were more words he had come to describe himself with. You slammed the notebook shut and ran to look for him, finally track