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Jealous (Romano x Reader)
While walking the streets, you see your good friend Italy and his brother Romano. You blush once you notice Romano is with Italy. You have had a crush on Romano ever since you first met him. Sure he had a foul mouth and all but you love him all the more.
So you tried to turn around and escape before they see you. "_______?" Crap. It was too late. You turn around and see a smiling Italy and a Romano, crossing his arms. "Ciao ________! What are you doing here?" asks Italy with a big smile. "I-I was just, you know, out on the town for a walk."
Italy grabs you and pulls you into a hug and spins you around in circle. This gets a low growl from Romano. Itly puts you down and grabs your hand. "_______! Would a you like to hang a out with me and mi fratello Romano?" You smile slightly then nod. "Sure Italy."
The whole day, the three of you hanged out, but Romano seemed really mad at Italy for some reason. Italy grabbed you hand again and walked you to
Fighting Leads to Kisses (Romano x Reader)
You are going to the Vargas household to hang out with Feliciano, or Italy. You knock on the door and get let in by Italy. "Ciao bella!" Italy says as he hugs, letting you in the house. "Hey, Feli." You smile ass you walk in and sit on the couch.
"Um, _______, I need to go to Germany's place for a while. Can you stay here with mi fratello?" he asks you. 'Romano...' you thought. He is the crabby and swearing italian that hates you. You put on your best smile and nod. "Ve ~ Thanks _______!" Italy says, hugging you and heads out the door.
Moments later, a grumbling and pissed off Romano, walks into the livingroom. "Stupid fratello, going to that potato-eating bastards house and leaving me with that idoita girl." He sits on the couch and you sigh. "You do know Im right here, Romano..." "Whatever idiota..."
Its been a couple hours now and all you and Romano did was fight over EVERYTHING. "Thats it, im leaving, you are such th
Food Fight (Romano x Reader)
"_______!? WHAT THE HELL?!" screams Romano at you. You just threw a tomato at him and got his white shirt all red. You giggle and smile at him, innocently. "I didnt do that Roma ~" "DONT CALL ME ROMA!" He chases after you and you run to the garden that is filled with tomatos.
You grab another tomato and throw it at him, this time hitting his pants. "Thats it! This is war ________!" he screams at you, angered and grabs a tomato and throws it at you. The whole rest of the day, you and him keep throwing tomatos at each other.
Now, the two of you are on the grass, laying next each other. "That was so much fun!" You smile and cheer as you sit up from where you lay. Romano sits up also and looks at you, blushing. Then he moves closer and kisses you out of nowhere.
You blush and he pulls away, blushing a deep red. "Ti amo, _______." He then smiles slightly. You are shocked that he said he loves you and then you hug him, making him bl
Turtles (Spain x Reader)
At the beach, you are watching the little turtles. Then suddenly someone sits next to you and all the turtles crawl over to that person. You glance over and see that it was Spain. "Hey Spain!" You smile and he looks over and smiles that genuine smile of his. "Hola ________. What are you doing here, chica?" He asks.
"I was here watching the turtles." Points to the turtles that now surround him. "Oh I see." he smiles and chuckles. "So you like turtles, ________?" "I love turtles! They are my favorite animal." You smile happily. You absolutely adored turtles.
"I love turtles also, chica. They are so tiny and cute." You smile at him and he suddenly pulls you closer. "You are also cute, chica." He kisses your cheek, making you blush. He sees your blush and smiles. He then pulls you onto his lap and kisses you on your lips gently.
You were so shocked at this, you had no clue of what to do. He pulls away and smiles at you. "Te
Pasta and Confessions? (N.Italy x Reader)
Walking down the street, you are heading towards the Vargas house to visit your friend, Feliciano Vargas, also known as, Italy. You ring the doorbell and wait for an answer. Italy answers the door, cheery as ever. "Ve ~ Hello ________!" "Hello Feli!" you smile and hug him. You walk in the house and sit on the couch.
"So, Italy, why did you invite me?" Once you asked that, a small blush appeared across, or what seems like one. " I invited you over because I wanted to tell you a something." You tilt your head and look at him. "Tell me what?" you ask him. "Um...I want to tell a you that...I....I made you pasta! Yea, I wanted to tell you that!" He smiles, blushing and you just look at him weirdly hen shrug. "Thanks Feli, can I have some right now?" "Sure, __________!" He gets up and leads you to the kitchen and gets the pasta and hands it to you.
Sits at table, next to Italy, you eat the pasta he gave you. But you feel like he is watching you so you glan
Tomato Picking (Romano x Reader)
Out in the garden, You and Spain are picking tomatoes. As you reched for a tomato, someone took it off before you could. Looking up at the culprit, you see Romano holding the tomato in his hand. "Hello, Lovino, can I have that tomato?" you say as you point to the tomato he is holding. "Piss of, ragazza." he says as he takes a bite of the tomato.
"Lovi, say your sorry to ________." Spain says as he flings his arm over Romano's shoulder. "get off me you tomato bastard and dont call me that!" While the two were fighting, you walked off over to a tree and sit under it, crying. Romano runs over and kneels beside you. "Why the hell are you crying, idiota?" he asks, only making you cry more. "W-Why...are you always...s-so...mean t-to me?" you say as you try and wipe your tears only to have more fall down from your eyes. "Stop crying! Jeez, you really are annoying!" he crosses his arms and you just cry more. He looks over at you and he then pulls you close and kisses you. You
Love at First Sight (England x Reader)
You were with America today and he wanted to introduce you to England. Once you got to England's home, America kept knocking on the door until England would answer. "Yo! England! Open up dude!" yelled America.
Moments later, a man with blonde hair and emerald colored eyes opens the door, who you suppose is England. "What do you want, you git?" he says to America. "I wanna introduce you to _______!" America says loudly and pushes you forward.
England blushes slightly. "Its a pleasure to meet you, _______." He says and kisses your hand. You blush slightly at this and then America grabs your arm and drags you into England's home. "So, England, man! Im getting us McDonalds. Ill be right back!" And with that, America ran out the door, leaving you and England.
You walk to the livingroom and sit down on a couch. England does the same. An awkward silence was there for what seems like hours but actually only a few minutes. T
Awesome Enough (Prussia x Reader)
You were walking in the school hallways. You were a nobody basically and no one notices you. You opened your locker and put your history book away to grab your science one. Out of nowhere, you see a rush of girls run over to a group of three guys.
'There they go again...' you thought. The BTT, as they liked to be called, was group of three guys who are very handsome and every girl loves them. You do also, but you would never admit that. You sigh and close your locker.
Then as you were about to walk off, a pair of arms slips around your waist. "Vhat is your name, frau?" whispers the person who has you ttrapped in the'r arms. You knew who it was. It was Gilbert Belischmidt. He was the albino with snowy colored hair and red eyes that you thought was the most handsome of them all.
"Im ________." You say, blushing slightly as he pulls you closer. "Vell, _______, Vhy didnt du come over to see us like zhe other girls?" he asks as he turns you a
Interruption (Prussia x Reader)
You were at Germany's house today. He was teaching you about the basics of cooking. While he was teaching you, an albino man with red eyes and snowy colored hair walks into the kitchen. "Hallo Vest, and vho is zhis?" asks the strange man who looked at you.
"Zhis is ________." says Germany to the man. "Nice meeting you...um...." "Im zhe awesome Prussia! Kesesese ~" he says with a weird laugh. You and Germany go back to teaching you the basics of cooking and Prussia decides to sneak in between you and Germany.
"Bruder, vhat is it du vant?" Germany asks with slight annoyance in his voice. "Zhe awesome me vas vondering...Can I borrow _______ for a vhile?" He says with a small smile. "And vhy vould I let du do zhat?" "Because I am zhe awesome one! Kesesese ~" says Prussia, laughing that weird laugh again.
They argued the whole time and you just sat there bored. You just decided to sit in the livingroom. Soon you fell asleep. Once you woke up, you fe
Italy x reader- Stay with me
You were taking a trip to Italy for a vacation. The most beautiful place to you though you know many other places are like that. When you got from the plane a crowd of guys surrounded you telling you how pretty you are. You never got that at your home. You couldn't even get a date. So you took a trip to Italy to rest your mind for christmas before school started again. You walked down the paved room. All you heard was music and people being cheerful. You felt happy like you could do anything now. You got a hotel and headed out to see what Italy was like.
You went to a restaurant and when you were eating you saw a boy running. "AHHHHHHH!!!! IT'S ARTHUR!!! LUDWIG HELP!!!!" he hid under your table. You blushed and jolted a little from that. You looked under the table and saw him shaking. "Are you okay?" you asked wondering if he was okay. He saw you "Wow! Your prettier than the girls I've seen you must be an angel sent from heaven!" that made you blush tomato red. "I'm sorry for hiding."
Italy x Reader - Mia Margherita
Italy x Reader - Mia Margherita
Give me your answer, do;
I'm half crazy
All for the love of you...
You and your boyfriend Feliciano were sitting on a hill, pointing out the various shapes that both of you could see in the clouds.
"Ve~! Bella, that cloud looks-a like a cute little kitty cat!" Feliciano said.
"It sure does, Feli," you said, finding the cloud he was pointing at. "Oh, that one over there looks like Romano!" You giggled after you said that.
"Ve~! Si, it-a does look-a like mio fratello, _________."
You sighed happily. You and Feliciano had been dating for about ten months, and it seemed to be going smoothly so far. Ever since you accidentally knocked him over during recess in 7th grade, you two have gotten along famously. Near the start of junior year in high school, Feliciano had confessed his love to you. Now it was spring break, and you were both enjoying the fresh air that spring had to offer.
I looked at
Birthday Cold (ItalyXSick!Reader)Sunny skies, cool breeze, today was perfect. Well, for everyone but you, anyway. The sun shone in through the window and you hissed as it hit your face. You tunnelled further down into the comfort of the warm, striped blankets surrounding your shivering body. A single bird chirped outside your window, but the sound was cut off as eyes blocked themselves once more.
Sniffing pathetically, you cursed your bad luck of catching a cold at the worst possible time. It was your birthday today, and it was never fun to be sick on your birthday. You pounded the pillow next to you with your fist and coughed. You couldn't stop or breath properly and you felt like crying.
You cried out and sat up, leaning over as you felt the urge to vomit. A strange smell wafted into your room. It was a nice smell, one of pasta sauce. Great, now my nose is acting up too! You frowned and pulled back your sheets, heading into the bathroom to blow your nose on the toilet paper.
When you came back, your ears
*Request* Depressed!ItalyXReader"Rah rah, ah-ah-ah, romah, ro-mah-mah, gaga, ooh la la, want your bad romance~!" You sung, dancing around your living room. It was a relatively nice day, and you were cheerfully goofing off at home, listening to whatever random songs came on the radio.
You were planning on going over to your friend Feliciano's house. since you hadn't heard from him all that much in the last few days.
You were about to trot down up the stairs to your bedroom to pick out some cute clothes when your cellphone vibrated in your pocket, startling you.
You took a brief moment to glance at the caller ID. It was one of your other friends, Kiku Honda.
"Moshi-moshi, (Y/n)-chan. I apologize if you were busy, but I need your assistance."
"Uh, sure, Kiku. What's the problem?"
"Its about Feliciano-kun."
That caught your attention.
"He refuses to come out of his room, and he wont let anybody else come inside..."
"And how long has it been going on?"
"He's been lik
(Chibi!Italy x Chibi!Reader) The Ball Room Dance
You where a young country, 5 years old to be exact and you lived in Holy Rome's house with Mr. Austria, Ms. Hungary, and little Italy. It has been years sense Holy Rome been in war. When he left you and Italy got closer to each other. Everyone thought he was a girl but Ms. Hungary, even you did. You loved to play dress up with "her". That was until you and Italy got older, everyone( but Hungry because she already knew) found out that he was a boy. Mr. Austria was surprised,even you. Mr. Austria dress him up in boy clothes. You got use to it after a while and developed a crush on the little Italian boy.
Ms.Hungry and Mr. Austria decided to give you and Italy ball room dances. So when you got older you both knew how to ball room dance. But said you two where to young to dance at the party's.
There was a ball room dance coming up and Mr.Austria told you both you can go just stay close to each other. About a week passed and the ball room dance was well decorated. Italy was wearing a tuxedo
North Italy x Reader - Cute'Hello?' You picked up your phone.
'Ciao bella!' Feliciano's cheery voice almost deafened you, 'How are you? I miss you... I haven't seen you in so long! Are you okay? Where are you?'
'C-calm down...' trying your best to sound composed you hushed the noisy Italian, 'I'm fine, honestly. I only saw you this morning anyway...'
'Ah ,' You could practically here the cogs working in his mind. 'I remember! Besides bella how about dinner, five o' clock, that little place on the corner; don't be late!'
'B-but.' Before you could protest the dial tone had already returned. Great. Just great.
--The awesome time skip of doom--
You uncomfortably shifted in the table pre reserved for the two of you. You had to admit it ... Feli was cute and most certainly enjoyable company but despite how long you'd known each other you still couldn't get rid of the nervous feeling in your stomach.
'Bella!' Was that Feli? 'Over here!'
Well... you could hear him. But unfortunately you couldn't see him... where was he?
~No Spell~ An Italy x Reader One Shot
Hey (name) are you still coming to the band's gig tonight? I have a new song I want you to hear! I wrote it myself Remember 7pm! Don't forget! Feli <3
You sighed as you looked at the text one more time before shutting your phone. Damn Feli.. Only he could completely blow you off for two days then act like nothing had happened. The worst part about it was you knew you couldn't be mad at the cute little Italian. You smiled as you pictured him sending you the text. He always made the most adorable faces when he texted.
"Get a grip (name)!" You mentally yelled while slapping yourself out of Feli-land. You knew you couldn't lie to yourself anymore. Nah, you'd given that up two years ago when he'd first kissed you in the back of your beat up, old truck. Feli had been your best friend since first grade when you stood up to France for picking on the poor Italian. It's not his fault he looked like a girl when he was little, you always t
"__________," Feliciano whined, "I'm so lonely since Luddy left!"
You looked up from your book, "What do you want me to do?"
Feli crossed his arms and put on that cute determined face, "I want to get a girlfriend."
Blushing you said, "Feli you mean-?"
"I need your help to get one to like me."
*cue the sweat drop* "Why do you need me? Isn't Italian the language of love or something?" you shrugged, "Talk to her in Italian."
"____________, I need you to make sure I don't mess up!"
You sighed and got up, "Ok, but I'm driving."
Feliciano-"Then I can tell you my pickup lines."
Today was going to be a long day.
~Time Skip to a park where we find the Italian male in the mist of its strange mating rituals~
"Ciao bella, can I have your name?"
The good woman cocked her head, "Why don't you have one of your own?"
"I'd like to call you. What's your number?" asked the perky Italian.
"In the phone book," the woman deadpanned. You wanted to get up and tell Feliciano to stop before he got slapped, but
ItalyXPregnant!Reader ~Request~ Mood SwingsItalyXPregant!Reader
“Please don’t-a let (f/n) kill me in my sleep,” prayed the brunette. He cupped his hands together as he kneeled in front of the bed he shared with you. “I want to see-a tomorrow.”
He hoped that he wouldn’t find a knife sticking out of his chest when he awoke in the morning, with you standing above him, admiring your handy work on said task.
How could they say that pregnancy was just a scary time for a woman? He was a man and he was beyond terrified! You were scarier then Ivan, Francis, and Arthur rolled together and force feeding him blood pudding.
Feli wasn’t sure on what happened to his sweet wife that was an angel in his eyes, other than you muttering ‘hormones’. But you had gone from loving to raging psycho in 60 seconds lately. Luckily, he had managed to make it to the bedroom for safety.
He knew that mood swings were part of the deal. But who knew it
Sudden Ask (Italy x Reader)
You were walking in the park, when you noticed Germany with his bubbly italian friend, Italy. You hide behind the tree upon seeing Italy. You have had a crush on him from the moment you met him. He was cute and cheery and you liked that.
Germany looks over and sees you hiding. "_______?" Ha says and walks over to you. Italy looks over and sees you and smiles, running over to you. "________!" Italy says and pulls you into a hug. You blush at this and Germany takes notice of this and smirks a bit.
"Italy, put _______ down. I need to ask something." Italy puts you down and lets go. Germany walks over to you and pulls you away from Italy and whispers in your ear. "You like Italy, dont you _______?" You blush deep red and Germany gets his answer. "Dont vorry, I vont tell."
Italy then runs over to you and Germany. "Ve ~ Germany! Can me and _______ talk alone for a while?" "Sure, Italy." Germany smirks at you a bit and smiles and wal
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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