Prussia X Reader : Romeo and Cinderella
This could possibly, slightly be suggestive. Just a quick warning, my friend.
Please don't let our love turn out into a tragedy like it was for Juliet.
Take me away into your arms. It's all I ask of you.
You sat on your bed in the dark, talking on the phone to your long-time, boyfriend Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmit. He was one of the few people you could trust in this lonely world of yours. You often felt trapped and confined no matter where you were. Unless it was in his presence; then you felt that you could fly to the moon if you chose.
I say goodnight to both my father and my mother.
I hope they'll be able to dream of one another.
I think its time for all the grown ups to go to bed.
"So, what time is it, exactly?" Gilbert asked. "My phone screen refuses to turn on for whatever reason."
You laughed. "Its midnight. Are you ready?"
You could practically hear him smirking. "Let's do this." And with that, you zipped up the jacket you had been wearing, and snuck downstairs, past your
We Speak No Americano (Romano x Reader) (Request)
Wow… Italy seemed like such a cool place. Spacious canals, a lot of lovely tourist spots, and the architecture was quite astonishing all in itself. The townspeople were kind and some of men you found, were quite flirtatious, especially with you (because you were new or if they thought you were really beautiful, you weren’t sure). What you found the most captivating, however, was the food. They had their pastas and their pizzas, yes, but their culinary arts branched out far beyond those examples. Polenta served with Sopressa and mushrooms, tiramisu, cotoletta alla milanese, and one newly Americanized product - Nutella! You wanted to eat it all!
You stopped by a simple-looking cafe and ordered yourself a table and some (fav/drink). You had been settled in for only 5 minutes when you felt someone staring at you. You looked up from the menu and saw a man, a little older than you, looking at you, with dark brown hair and a strange
Drowning - Feliciano x Reader
Gone. Just like that.
It was the middle of the day and you were hanging out with on of your best friends, Feliciano Vargas. He was such a happy guy, always greeting you with a smile and a hug, and sometimes brought you small little presents. You had developed some form of a “crush” on him so to say, and it took a while for you to notice it yourself. However, to avoid awkwardness and/or rejection, you never told him of it.
You two were sitting on a bench in a local park, him talking animatedly to you about something that happened between him and his two friends. And then, suddenly, he started just… choking. Like, on air. He just starting hacking, doubling over and kept coughing. You patted his back, trying to calm him down. But it didn’t stop.
Against better judgement, you made him stand up. He was still choking… it sounded so horrible, like he was going to choke up every piece of lung and heart from his mouth. You made him get into the car and get to your
Romano x Reader - Rotten Tomatoes"LOOOVINO!!! Please don't do this to me!" You cried, rubbing your face into his knee.
Today, you and Lovino got in a fight. You was on the floor with your arms and legs wrapped around Lovino's leg.
"No! I trusted you-a and this is how you repay me?! Get off my leg!!" He replied angrily, dragging you along the floor, "I'ma leaving!!"
"NOOO!!!" You screamed. "I'm sorry, Lovino!! Don't leave me!! PLEASE!" sobbing even louder, you soaked his trousers with your tears.
Lovino sighed,"Why did you go and a do it,_____? You'd knew how-a I'd feel..." He bent down and gently gripped your arms off his leg. Going down on one knee, he looked into your teary eyes.
"I'm sorry Lovino, I thought they were going off so I chucked them away.. I didn't know you needed them -hic-" You rubbed your eyes and hugged the Italian man,"don't leave me".
He hugged you back tighter, "Stupid ragazza" He mumbled. " I won'ta leave you, mio amore! I was just punishing you, now stop-a crying, you look-a stupid." He cupped
You'll always be mine ::SpainxReader::They’re not worth your time.
I try to say that, but it just doesn’t help me.
Yet again another holiday is coming up in a few days, and I’m already being made fun of.
Oh but this holiday isn’t just any holiday, it had to be the one I most dreaded
People were already telling me that no one will be my valentine, or I’ll never be loved by another human being.
It’s like this every holiday sadly, for Halloween, Easter, and even St. Patrick’s Day.
Why I’m being picked on? I guess I’m just different honestly, but I’m weak, otherwise known as an easy target.
I don’t see how I’m different; I guess abnormal is being able to be yourself.
I guess I’m not like other girls…
I draw extremely well, I don’t wear make-up like the other girls who just smear it on…I like to wear frilly dresses –blush-
My Mother passed away when I was 3 and 5 years after that my Father died in a car
You'll always be mine ::SpainxReader:: [Part2]*Antonio’s POV*
“Dios mío ...”
I’ve looked at every store but just can’t seem to find the right gift for [Name]!
She likes anything, as Kiku would say it, Kawaii~
“Ugh…POR QUÉ NO PUEDO ENCONTRAR NADA POR LA POBRE CHICA?!”(WHY CAN’T I FIND ANYTHING FOR THE POOR GIRL?!)
I guess I’ll just have to go to the one other person for this kind of stuff.
I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed the number.
“Stupido idiota! Do you’a know what time’a it is?!”
Yes, Lovi, he’s my last option.
“Just’a get the ragazza a stuffed animal or’a something I don’t’a know…”
“I can’t do that Lovi! I want to get her something special…she...means a lot to me...”
The line on the other end is silent.
“Lovi?” I question to see if he’s still there.
You'll always be mine ::SpainxReader:: [Part3][First part of the POV is Third Person]
“Who’s that?” Little 3 year old [Name] asked
“Oh, this is my cousin visiting from Britain, his name is Arthur!”
Poor little [Name] didn’t have any cousins, she wished she did though.
“Hello! I’m [Name]!” She held out her hand to greet the boy
He looks at it then scoffs.
“Tsk, don’t talk to me, why do you hang out with such a girl like her?” He asked rudely
not caring about if she was there or not.
“Hey it’s not my fault! My parents forced me to hang out with the little brat!”
Sadly, the only person [Name] could hang out with was [Random girl’s name] because both
parents are acquainted with each other.
You were only 3 and they were both 8.
Tears form into her big (e/c) eyes.
“Look you made her cry you bloody bloke!”
“Hey won’t you stop crying! Geez!”
Of course there treatment didn’t exactly help and more tears floo
Just Another Average Love Story SpainxReader II
Hurr hurr an update~!
"That's a horrible idea." I said calmly. Though in my mind I was clearly on the brink of fainting purely out of panic. You see, I don't necessarily do well knowing that the person I deeply cared for was possibly on the street or inside some club drinking so much alcohol he could barely handle himself. Well to be totally honest, he probably was with one of his friends, Francis or Gilbert, but knowing their habits with drinking as well, that could very well be worse.
"Well I'm just trying to help _______. The least you could do is compromise with me at least a tad." Belle stated exasperated. She put her face in her hands and looked at me through her fingers.
"Sorry I just...I just-" And then I started crying again. Oh God, I was so damned worried, and the overwhelming guilt and stress on top of that didn't help at all. She took her hands away from her face and ran towards me.
Just Another Average Love Story SpainXReader I
"I hate you."
The words echoed throughout my head. How? How could things become this way after all this time? Why would I say something that was so undeniably a lie?
"...Qué? What did you say ______?"
"You heard me, Antonio. I hate you!" The words slipped from my mouth once again and tears formed in my eyes, making my sight blurry. "Can you just leave already,damn it?! I don't want to be around you anymore..." I put my head on my knees and sniffled as my best friend and long time crush,Antonio, left the cold, shapeless bedroom. The door gave off a loud slam and I began to wail, tears now beginning to wrack my body.
"It was never supposed to be this way..." I whispered to myself.
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo has been my best friend since I was barely able to walk and (although I don't want to admit it) my crush, too. Well, to be honest, I don't even know if you could cal
Romano x Sick!Country!Reader. Sing for me.Reaching a hand out from under the cave made by your duvet, trying to find your phone. Patting your nightstand, you knocked your alarm clock off onto the floor before you found your phone. Then you pulled it under your duvet slowly, unlocking it. You had messages from almost all the countries you saw most, asking where you were. Groaning, you ignored all of them. What time was it? 11:43. They shouldn't be in a meeting now, right? Closing your eyes, you tried to think about when the meetings were for today. Finished at 11:00... Then the next didn't start until 12:00... You should be good. You pressed a few buttons, and lifted the phone to your ear. It rang a few times, then...
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK YOU BASTARD!" The sound of your worried boyfriend's shouting made you smile slightly.
"Hey Roma..." You croaked. "I'm sick. S-sorry I didn't call."
"...Hmph. What do you want?" His voice was considerably more gentle now.
"I want to see my boyfriend, idiot. Will you
Germany x Reader: Revenge Is Sweet~"AAAHH!! IT BURNS!!!!"
". . .Germany. . .turn around. . ."
Germany turned around to you, and you doubled over in laughter. He had somehow gotten baby powder all over himself, and not any on the twin girl he was changing. The little brunette girl giggled, her color-changing blue eyes sparkling with every giggle. She rolled on the changing thing as Germany just stood there scowling, waiting for his wife to get the laughing out of her system. He stood there for a solid 10 MINUTES before she finally stopped and wiped the tears from her eyes. Artimis giggled again, and stopped rolling to let her mutti finnish changing her diaper. The other twin, a girl named Bindi, glanced up with some disaproval in her light blue eyes before continuing to focus on her letter blocks. Her blonde-brown hair was pulled back in pig-tails, like Artie's was.
"Sorry about interrupting your concentration, Bindi~" You giggled, pulling back down your daughter's pink dress- given by he Uncle Polan
Romano x Reader. Cooking Classes. The knife slid through the red fruit with ease, it was the simplest thing you'd ever done. Holding the blade handle tightly and controlling it gave you a sense of power, like you could go out and rule the world.
Lovino crossed his arms and gave a scalding critique just with his eyes, "No, no, you're doing it all wrong, you stupid girl."
Apparently, ruling the world would have to wait, seeing as you couldn't even cut a simple tomato, "Well don't just stand there," you snapped, looking up at him, "help me if you think I'm so horrible."
The Italian rolled his eyes, stepping behind you and resting his hand on your's, directing it more upwards on the handle, "This gives you more control." He said, his breathe hot on your neck.
Lovino guided you hand through the cut, his other arm wrapped around your waist, his chin on your shoulder.