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Germany X Reader : frenemies part 1
Your best friend was Italy, even though your brother said not to be friends with a axis. Your big brother was America and you were a state also on the Allies side too, but nothing like your brother though. But your other brother, Canada said it was fine. Only Canada and Italy used your human name and you did the same with them. But it really didn't matter to you especially today. Today Feli was taking you to meet his friends.
"Ve come on bella. I want you to meet my friends." Feli said while you and him was walking down a street.
"Ok, how far is this Germany's house that you keep talking about?" You asked.
"We're here bella!"
you looked away from your friend and saw a big mansion. "Wow if house."
"Ve come on (Y/N)!" After Feli said that he dragged you to the backyard. When you and Feli got to the bavkyard you saw two guys.
Hetalia: 7 Minutes in Heaven (Romano)You were sitting calmly on the couch with your friend and roommate Feliciano. Since Germany was away on business, he put you in charge of Feli. In the process of this, you were dragged into going to this party with the young Italian. You watched countries intoxicating themselves from the couch. All of the countries were there as far as you could see. Your heart sank when you didn’t see Romano. He was the other reason you came to the party.
Romano was your friend since you were children. You were the only one he was really nice to. When older countries bullied him, you protected him. Honestly, you preferred his harsh and honest ways over Feliciano’s happy and fake ones. He had always helped you when you were sad. He made you happy in every way. Over the years he had become a handsome country, and you had developed a crush. Just thinking about Romano caused a pink blush to appear on your cheeks.
You were pulled from your thoughts by loud arguing. You spun on the couch to see
America X Reader ~Kryptonite~ oneschot
"Alfred, I-I can't be your friend anymore."
"Can't be your friend anymore.."
"…your friend anymore..."
Alfred shot awake, breathing heavily. The cold sweat stood on his forehead.
The horrible nightmare, no, memory flashed before his eyes once more.
Tears started to fall from his sky blue eyes. He grabbed his pillow and buried his face in it.
It was just yesterday that you had told him that horrible thing. He still couldn't believe it, you had left him, just like that.
It wasn't that you had said that sentence with a cold-hearted expression. No, you were looking miserable.
'Is this how Arthur felt? When I left him?' I thought.
Alfred got out of his bed and walked downstairs.
'It can't end like this.' He thought ' I'm going to get you back (f/n).'
And with that in mind he called his friends.
That morning he was sitting on his couch, waiting for his friends. He was impatient.
"What is taking so lon-"
As if on cue, the doorbell rang.
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
S. Italy x Reader - Mozaik Role
S. Italy x Reader - Mozaik Role
"Go get chocolate or ice cream, mon dieu." Francis whispered to Gilbert, who nodded, quickly left the room and ran to the kitchen.
"(Y/N), no llores, por favor!*" Antonio's voice cracked while he held your trembling hands.
You were wrapped up with your favorite blankets, just your face appearing out of the furry pieces of fabric. Your sobs could be heard from the kitchen, which worried Gilbert a bit - while he struggled to find the requested items. Francis sat by your side on your large and comfortable sofa, trying to comfort you and wipe some tears away, Antonio was kneeling in front of you, holding your shaking hands, with a concerned expression on his face.
"Hurry up!" Francis called, with a sweeter tone than usual.
Certain words were pierced through you
It kept me waiting here to hear what's true
And from your wound I saw a fluid flow
And to describe it right, I'd call it so: "Our broken love"
"Coming!" Gilbert exc
Need to be taken care of (Italy x sick reader)
“Ciao.” Its Italy was calling on the line. He was one of your cute and cheerful friend. He always bright up your days when you’re blue.
“Hi Feli. It’s (name).” You rasp due to being sick.
“(name). You-a sound really awful. What happen?” he sound really innocently worried.
“Do you remember few days ago when everyone saying I was… sick…” You try to laugh it off but a little.
“Ve~ Si. I-a do remember. Ludwig was really worry about you-a too. He even told you-a to take a day off but you-a refuse and keep saying your fine.” You lower your head when he mention Ludwig.
“Umm…. Yeah. I’m really sick right now and was hoping if you can come over and take care of me.”
“Si~ I-a will come over. Just wait for me alright?” He glee.
“Thank you Feli.” You thankful he was the person you called.
“No worries. I see you soon now. Ciao.” He hung up.
My Life Well Spent (Romano X Reader)
Romano X Reader
My Life Well Spent
Lovino quietly sat by himself. The trees were still in the chilled damp air, the grass a yellow hue. There were no leaves anywhere, it was as if the world around him had died. He didn't like this new place. It wasn't like his home in Italy, where it was green and beautiful.
He looked up from his feet, watching the other children play mindlessly on the playground. They didn't notice the grim weather, nor Lovino. The girls played hopscotch, the boys played with dead bugs they found. Some others swung, and other played tag on the jungle gym.
This was normal. The other children his age didn't take consideration that he might want to play games with them, and ignored him. When he spoke, they shot him strange looks. He knew he was different, but different enough to be outcasted?
He sat under the leafless, bare tree. He hugged his knees, burying his cold and bitter expression into his