Long story short, Prussia got drunk and fell asleep on Francey-Pants.
I tried to copy Hima-papa's style, I hope I did a good job! I wanna draw E-chan from Rosel-senpai's Planitary Moe series!
NyoTaria © Himaruya Hidekaz
Art © LifelessQ
Child!Romano x Child!Reader .:Friendships:.((THERE IS A USE OF STRONG WORDS!))
Today mi mamma asked me to go to the market to get her tamatoes. She can't go bacause she's been very sick with a disease for six years. And it's all my fault, well that's what mi daddy told me before he left a few years ago. He told me when I was born, something went wrong and it was my fault. After that, he left and never came back. So here I am taking care of mamma.
I held a basket of the tamatoes I had just bought close to me. I hummed a song mamma tought me when I was small. Half way through the song I heard whimpering. I looked around and realized it was coming from a dark ally across the road from me. I looked both ways before hopping of the side walk and scrambling to the other side, in fear a carriage would be making it's way down the street, towards me. I slowly walkedintp the ally listening to the cry and pouts of what seems to be a child, like me.
"It's n-not fair... it's always 'oh Feli is so cute!' And 'Romano, why
Yandere!Japan x Reader .:My Darling Sakura:.
.:My Darling Sakura:.
(Name) walked into the classroom, laughing loudly with the albino man who stood next to her. I gritted my teeth, she always hangs around everyone but me. Am I not funny or cool enough?! Or she doesn't want to be seen around some stupid otaku like me!
'Haha! Why wouldn't she like me?!? Haha! I'll have to make her! Hahahaha!' I smiled to my self
She took a seat in the front of class, as usual. Her and Alfred had started to talk about a new Captain America movie that had recently come out, they where probably making plans to go see it together. Well, I'm sorry Alfred, but I've got some plans for you, I smirked.
The bell soon rung and all the students ran out, eager to go to lunch. Me? Not really, I always sit alone, only able to watch (Y/N) from afar.
Though, today had been different. I felt a presence of someone behind me.
"Hey! You wouldn't mind if I sat next to ya, would you?" A bubbly voice asked, I soon recognised it to
Hetalia x Reader .:End of The World:. 1[Hetalia x Reader: end of The World]
There might be some Romano(swearing)
No rikey (see what I did there?) then don't read!
This might cause your eyes to turn into sower heads! I know mine did.
[Please keep your hands feet and other limbs inside the vehicle at all times and do not get out 'till done.]
You and America were hanging out at McDonalds eating hamburgers and telling jokes. After finishing your meal you walked outside with America following close behind, poking your back.
"Wow! Is fucking hot today!" You exclaimed.
"Yeah!" America laughed.
Your phone went off. You answered.
"'Ello?" You said.
"(C/N), it's Germany. We're calling a meeting downtown, right now." He said sternly.
"Also," he added, "could you tell Aemerica?"
"Of course, Mr. Germany." You nodded hanging up.
"What's up?" America said. "Well Germany is holding a meeting a few blocks away, and he wants us to come." I said.
---- TO THE MEETING PLACE----
You walked in surprised beca
Italy x Reader .:Ti Amo:. 1
September 19, the day (Y/N)'s country had fallen, centuries ago, the day (Y/N) died in a war.
Italy sat at the worn out grave stone, deep in a forest. His usual jumpy, and hyper self had disappeared.
-flashback bought to you by the awesome Prussia-
"(Y/N)! Chibitalia!! We're are you?!" Hungary called, searching be hind the furniture. She heard giggling behind the window curtain and walked over to it. Whipping up the cream coloured curtains she yelled, "Found you!!" Looking down at the two little figures, she smiled in victory. "Awww... She found us..." (Y/N) sighed.
"Don't you have some chores to finish?" Hungary put her hands on her hips.
The two nodded and headed to the garden to sweep.
"Ti amo!" Italy said to (Y/N) smiling.
"What?" Said (Y/N) questioning what the young Italian had just said.
"I'll tell you when we're older and stronger!" Italy hugged her.
-1 year time skip bought to you by that Tamato-loving bastardo!-
(Y/N) walked into the main room were a messenger had just
2p!Canada x Reader .:Hockey Match:. RQ
"Matt!!!!" (Y/N) yelled as she rung the doorbell to her friend's house.
"Matt! Open the door!" She continued as she pulled her (favourite colour) scarf up to cover her mouth.
"Matt." She sighed, setting her hockey stick down before banging on the door.
"Oi! Would ya stop with all the racket?!" A voice yelled, she turned, realising it was you neighbour, Arthur Kirkland.
He had large eyebrows and the worst cooking in the entire universe, but he was very handsome. He had messy blond hair and captivating green eyes, not to mention his sexy accent-
"What the bloody hell are you staring at?!" Arthur yelled, pulling her out of her day dreaming.
"N-nothing, I'll be quieter!" (Y/N) assured him, he only rolled his eyes and walked back in his house.
"Matt!" She yelled loudly once again, ignoring the English man's annoyed scream from the other house.
Finally, Matt opened the door.
"What the hell do you want?" He asked with an an
S.Italy x Dead!Reader .:Bravery:. RQ
Romano x Dead!Reader
(Y/N) lived in a small Italian town. She always had a bright smile, a pleasant tone and innocent eyes. She knew everyone in the town and would greet them as she skipped to the town's market every morning.
Her best friend was Feliciano, a young cook who worked in an Italian restraint. She's known him since they where small, and their parents both knew each other, until her mom passed away from a terrible sickness. After that she stayed at the Vargas' house until she was old enough to support herself.
Within that time, she had also became good friends with Lovino, Feliciano's older brother. Although she would often tease him about how grumpy Lovino was, he still liked her, it was obvious.
Today was a cloudy day, there was no sight of sun. All there was were the German soldiers marching through town.
(Y/N) was never fond of the Germans who occupied her town, and was never pleasant after they did. She would never look th
England x Reader .:Regret Message:.((Just to let you know, when something is in brackets  it's a flashback.))
Alone at the shore, at the edge of a small town, stood a girl. She was wearing a ripped robe. Her hair was coated with dirt and weaved into knots. Salty tears running down her face. And her dress soaked in the water of the sea.
"If you place a parchment, with your wish wr