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~Why Do You Hate Me So Much?~ RomanoXReader(Fluff)
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You were never strangers to dispute, that was for sure. Romano Vargas was the polar opposite of everyone you hung out with, but for some reason he was still in the group. You could tolerate him if he was nicer, or at least if he pretended to be nice. You loved Antonio and Feliciano, but when Romano was there you just couldn’t handle it. He was constantly rude to you, what was his problem? Antonio’s tried to tell you not to take it personally, but you just couldn’t help it, hell, he almost made you cry that one time he was talking about you and didn’t think you were listening. Thank God you had never been alone together. At least not yet.
You were lounging around one day after school when you heard the familiar ringtone of your friend Antonio.
“Hola, Chica! I was wondering if you’d like to go hiking with me tomorrow, si?”
“Sure, Toni! Sounds like fun. Just you and me?”
AmericaXReader: Not Your Choice 9
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Your eyes open to a smiling face. Of course, not knowing whose face it was, you screamed as hard as you could, and started to attack the stranger as much as you could.
"Ow! Ow! Hey!" they shouted. You stopped screaming and attacking to see Alfred groaning in pain. "One black eye and three bruises. Oh, yeah, the pain was so worth it. Ow!" You grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen.
"What is he doing in my room?" you demanded. Arthur, apparently the only one home, turned to you.
"What are you-" He took one look at Alfred and his eyes widened. "Yikes mate. What did she do to you?"
"'She' asked you a question! What is going on?"
"Well, I accidentally might have given you a concussion at the park last night. So I carried you home and volunteered to watch over you."
"Or rape you," Arthur joked. The he held up a knife and darkly asked, "You didn't rape her, did you?"
"Ew! Arthur! What the heck?" you shouted. Alf
Christmas Wishes (USUK)“Hey Arthur?”
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The seven year old stirred from his position on his best friend's bed and peeked tired green eyes at him,
“What is it, Alfred?”
“Don't fall asleep, okay,” the younger boy urged, determination painted upon his boyish features, “I wanna wait for Santa, so you need to stay up too, okay?”
Arthur sighed and propped himself up, the outer space themed blanket sliding down to his waist. He brought up a small fist to his eyes as he began to wipe the sleep from them, “Mum says Santa only comes if the kids are sleeping.”
Alfred shook his head, his hay-colored locks bouncing madly in tune with the movement, “No, me and Mattie have been good this year, that's what mom said. Santa has to stop here or else he'll get fired for not reading his list right.”
Arthur stared at his friend with a blank regard. Alfred could be so silly sometimes, “Fired? Who fires Santa? That's not really a job, I think.”