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Vash really loved his young master, Roderich. Even now, as they sat in the living room, across from each other. Roderich was drinking tea like always. Vash had secret intentions, things he would never act upon. Roderich was a noble and he was but a lowly servant who had been serving Roderich's family since he was little. Roderich was a few years younger than him, and they had grown so close over these years.
Roderich was chatting idily, but Vash was barely paying attention. He was to busy staring at Roderich's beautiful purple eyes. he could get lost in them.
"Roderich? Come on hun, it's time to practice the piano," Vash was broken from his trance by Roderich's mother, Maria Theresa. Roderich nodded and got up. He walked over to his mother and Vash stood up.
Later, as he was walking around, he passed by the piano room. He heard the beautiful music Roderich was playing. He peeked in the room and saw Roderich was surrounded by his family. He looked very relaxed as he played, so peaceful.
Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Italy watched as _____ stared out the window of the room. They were in an old abandoned warehouse. He got up and walked over. He grabbed her hand and she looked at him. Her (e/c) eyes were wide, innocent and unknowing. He led her away from the window.
"Italy?" she questioned quietly. He just sat on the bed and pulled her down with him.
"____, you need to get some rest," he said in his usual cheerful tone. She nodded and laid her head in his lap. He stroked her (h/c) hair.
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Another bomb sounded, making ____ cringe. He watched as her face twisted into one of pain. She looked up at him with a sorrowful expression. He didn't like that look on her face.
"Why are they attacking you, Italy? Attacking us?" she asked, sadness very evident in her voice. Italy ju
Itacest- I'm Not The One
Romano was sitting with Italy on the couch, holding his brother as he cried. He was tired of seeing his little brother cry. He was tired of seeing the bruises that Italy tried to hide. He was tired of his brother being an emotionless wreck for a few days before he simply broke down.
Who's was to blame for this? The potato bastard's brother, Prussia. Yes, Italy and Prussia were dating, but it wasn't a happy relationship. Prussia abused Italy, yet Italy refused to leave him. It didn't matter what Romano said to him, he would just say that he would change.
Italy pulled away from him and rubbed his eyes. He smiled sadly at Romano, and Romano felt his heart snap in half at the sad expression on his little brother's face.
"I-I'm okay now. Grazie, Fratello," Italy said as he stood up. Romano stood as well. Italy looked at him.
"Veneziano... You need to break up with him. I don't like the way he treats you."
Italy looked to the side, "He'll change. I know he will. Give him a
Child!AmericaXChild!Reader- Arms Of An Angel
It was my first day at a new school. My big brother, Arthur, was leading me down the 5th grader hall to my class room. I was looking around excitedly. When we got to my class room, I looked around at everyone, noticing they were staring at me. I guess they knew I was the new kid here. I noticed a little girl sitting in the back by herself. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. She looked lonely, so I walked over and sat beside her. She didn't even glance at me.
"Hi, my name is Alfred. What's your name?" I asked, but she didn't reply. Soon, class started, so I couldn't ask her again. I sat beside her at lunch and followed her around at recess. She kept giving me curious looks.
"W-Why are you following me?" she asked in a whisper. I smiled at her, happy she actually talked to me.
"Well, I want to be your friend! I'm kind of new and everything," I said and she gave me a soft smile.
"Well, okay. My name is ____."
"It suits you," I said. We began to play together. At one point, I grabbed
Apart From Me Chapter 1
Spain sat in the kitchen, alone. It's been a month since Romano left. He hasn't been able to think straight, and he barely ate anything. He missed him. He kept replaying the scene in his head, even though it hurt him each time...
"Spain, we need to talk," Romano said as he leaned against the doorframe to Spain's office.
"Okay, Roma. Come sit down," Spain said as he put his paperwork down and stared at the Italian. Romano walked over and sat in one of the chairs. He stared at his knees for a long time, before he cleared his throat and looked at Spain.
"Spain, I'm leaving. I'm going to live with Veneziano."
It took a moment for this to sink in. Leaving? Why? How come Roma was leaving him?
"W-Why? Have I upset you? Please, Roma-"
"No, stop! I don't want to hear your damn excuses!"
Spain got up and walked around the desk. "Roma-"
Romano got up and backed away. "Shut up! I'm leaving and you can't stop me!"
"Please, tell me what's wrong!"
"It's none of your damn business!" Ro
AmericaXNeko!Japan- Hard To Get Chapter 5
Kiku woke up, feeling sluggish. He could hear a car engine, but he could not see. He began to panic. He tried to move his arms, but he found that he could not. He let out a small whimper.
"Ah, are you awake? There's nothing to be scared of, your just tied up and blindfolded," he heard a voice say.
"I never told you my name, have I?" he asked as he chuckled. "I guess you deserve to know your captors name. My name is Xander."
Kiku could actually careless what his name was. He squirmed and tried to pull his rope bound wrists apart. Xander just laughed at him.
"Good luck with that kitty. It won't work," he said and Kiku growled. He was trying to be brave, but he was actually very scared. He has never been captured before, but he knew for a fact that it wasn't good. His brother had been captured and he had never seen him again.
Soon the car stopped and he was jerked out by his hair. He cried out but Xander just laughed at him. He felt himself being pushed forward. He had no choice but to wa
Love Is War
There's nowhere for it to go anymore the heat of this love
Japan sighed as he laid in his futon. It was painful how the blonde never noticed. It was hard to say those three simple words. He didn't know how to say his feelings, didn't know how to show them. Was there an easier way to make America notice? Was there an easier way to say those three words? He sighed and rolled over. He couldn't think of any ways, no matter what he tried, the American never noticed. He fell asleep with those thoughts.
The grey clouds
The monochrome clamor
The sunlight casts a shadow
The twilight changes color
The next day was really cloudy, but he still hung out with America in the park. They were sharing an icecream cone, even though it embarassed Japan. He was hoping that it would make America realize that only couples did this. But of course he didn't notice. A few hours had passed before they finally said their goodbyes.
"Aishiteru," Japan whispered after America was out of earshot. Why couldn't he say
AmericaXNeko!Japan- Hard To Get Chapter 10
I woke up to an empty bed. Alfred must have left for work. I remember him telling me he had to go to work early last night. I got up and walked to the door. I suddenly felt very dizzy so I leaned on the wall. I took deep breaths until my vision cleared up. I headed to the living room and looked around. His house was quite messy. I looked around the house for cleaning supplies and once I got the things I needed, I got to work.
Alfred was walking home when he stopped at the store. He decided to buy some fish for Kiku. He was unnaturally skinny, so he needed to eat something. Since Alfred wasn't sure what Kiku liked, he decided fish was the best option, since he bought that for him once and Kiku had enjoyed it. After he got what he needed, he headed home.
When he got home, he thought he walked into the wrong home. It was to clean to be his house. He was about to walk out, but Kiku walked into the living room. He was breathing heavily and his cheeks were red. Alfred closed the
AmericaXCanada- Wish Chapter 2
America was eating a hamburger while standing outside. He noticed the air was much colder this morning.
"I guess winter is coming soon..." he said. At that moment the wind blew, making him shiver. "Brr..."
He took a bite of his hamburger and went inside. He looked over at Tony, who was playing a video game.
"Hey Tony," America said as he sat beside the alien. He watched him play the game and sighed. Tony looked at him.
"Is something wrong?" he asked and America shook his head.
"Not really," America said. Tony put the controller down and looked at him.
"Want to talk about it?"
"No," America sighed. "I guess I'll call Canada."
He grabbed the phone and dialed Canada's number. He listened to it ring until Canada picked the phone up.
"Dude how did you know it was me?" America asked, quite surprised.
"I have caller ID. How are you...?"
"I'm good, how about you?"
"I'm doing good..."
"That's good," America laughed a little.
"It's a bit cold now," Canada said and America coul
Imagine your Person A from your otp ending up cross dressed due to a bet they lost to Person B who, is awwwing at how adorable Person A looks, while Person A is flustered and embarrassed due to Person B's complements.
-Imagine Your OTP on Tumblr.
Lovino really hated today. Even as he walked out the bathroom and saw Antonio smiling at him, he really hated today. Could it get any worse than this?
"Aw Lovino! You look so cute!"
"Shut up," Lovino growled at Antonio, blushing from embarassment. He was wearing a frilly black maid outfit with little white bows all over it. He had lost a bet to Antonio, so now he had to wear this ridiculous outfit all day. It was humiliating!
"Lovino," Antonio hugged him tightly, "You're so cute! You should wear dress more often!"
"Fuck off!" Lovino said as he pushed Antonio away. He turned away, trying to hide his blush. He didn't like the attention, not one bit! Why should he?
"There's no need to be embarassed!" Antonio said as he hugged him aga
Hiding her Beauty (Fem!italyxGermany) ch.1
The house was a flurry of activity with my subordinates rushing by me, a few of the higher ranked officers such as myself, were shouting orders back and forth to the lower soldiers. I shouldered past a few rookies who were scurrying past me to reach the man calling for them.
The small house wasn't ment to hold this many people running in and out, and a few of the older officers were beginning to pull a few of them out, sending them to the next location with some supervisors. It was a normal house located in the outskirts of a once bustling little town. So full of life and cheer where everybody knew everyone and exchanged greetings and goodbyes. And a birthday was an event where cakes were exchanged and love radiated off the streets and hung in the air like a fine perfume. The houses were spaced to allow the farmers their space and the women their clothes lines. In the town square was a beautiful tree, old and still growing, its green leaves only adding more beauty to the quaint town.
SpainXNeko!Romano- A Second Chance Chapter 10
The next morning when Lovino went downstairs, he saw all three of them sprawled out on the floor. He narrowed his eyes and walked into the kitchen. He got a pot and a ladle and started to bang the ladle on the pot.
"Wake up bastardos!" He heard all three of them groan. He kept banging the ladle on the pot. "I mean it! Get up!"
"Fine fine, just stop with the banging," Gilbert groaned as he sat up. He held his head. "I have a headache..."
"Me too," Francis whined. Lovino glared at them.
"That's your faults for getting drunk last night!" he crossed his arms and his ears flattened against his head.
"Antonio, get up and cook I'm hungry," Lovino said as he walked over to where Antonio was still laying down. Antonio looked up at him and smiled while Lovino glared at him. He sighed.
"Lovino, why don't you cook? My head hurts," Antonio said. Lovino growled.
"I don't know how to cook, idiota!"
"What a shame," Antonio said as he reached up. He grabbed Lovino's wrist and pulled him down. He wrappe
But, I'm Not A County -Ch 1- The sky seemed gray and dull. No one made a sound in the crowd of people I saw below. I can only see a girl on a platform, a large, tough-looking man and a young man who was firmiliar in the slightest. People's mouths moved but no sound came out. The young woman, who couldn't be more than 20 was crying. Her beautiful jet-black hair was over her face but you could see her tears streaming down her face.
The young man had made his way over to the young woman. His face was full of sadness and he seemed almost pale. His eyes were brown and almost seemed souless and his hair, just as dark as the young woman's was perfectly trimmed and somehow firmiliar.
He said something to her, and the young woman fell to her knees and lowered her head. Something was about to happen but I wasn't entirely sure what. It was as if I couldn't see or hear anything around me now, and I couldn't help but stifle a cry and the young man pulled something out.
Merry Christmas, Italia
A Hetalia Fanfiction
A Germany and Italy fanfiction
Merry Christmas, Italia
It was a cold, chilly day… the air was filled with a frosty mist, and all the windows were filled with Christmas products, lights, and decorations. All the humans and even the other nations were out celebrating with their colleagues and friends; Germany, on the other hand, was in his office, feverishly flipping through numerous files, feeling completely out of the Christmas spirit as he rifled through all of his papers.
The phone rang. He picked it up, expecting it to be a business call from his boss, as usual, as he was expecting a call about his economy and how the United Nations was to help Greece, who was deep in an economic hole that no one was sure he could get out of by himself. Personally, Germany wasn’t too interested in helping Greece with his economic crisis, since he suspected deep inside that the man would never learn how to handle himself if
GermanyXNeko!Italy- A Chance For Neko Chapter 8
How long has it been? Is he ever coming for me? They keep hurting me, they keep testing drugs on me. I want out. Ludwig help me...
You have betrayed my trust...
I'm withdrawing myself from the world... To end my pain and suffering...
They have figured out where they kept Feliciano. Now they we're going to save him. Lovino wanted to do it as soon as they figured out where they were keeping his brother. But they needed a plan, which Lovino reluctantly agreed to.
They were standing outside the building. It was an old warehouse. Kiku looked at Lovino uncertainly.
"Will you be able to make it to Antonio without them catching you?"
"I'm sure I can. What's the problem? Aren't Gilbert and Francis hiding along the way in case I do get caught?"
"Yes," Kiku looked at Ludwig. "Are you ready?"
Lovino ran to the front of the warehouse. He let out a high pitch wail, hoping to catch their attention. A few moments later the men ran out, noticing the neko instantly.
"Look! He's here!
Taking Over Me Chapter 1
Italy sat outside on the porch. He sighed sadly. He never liked to be alone for long. When he was alone for to long, he remembered. He remembered Holy Roman Empire. Those were the thought's plaguing him. He remembered dancing with him, teaching him how to paint...
And most of all, the day Holy Rome left him with the promise of coming back. How many years has it been? He should be back by now. He didn't want to think that Holy Rome had forgotten about him. Holy Rome wouldn't forget about him, right?
"Ciao Veneziano," he looked up at the sound of his brother's voice. He got up and smiled.
"Ciao fratello!" Italy said as he opened the front door. They walked in and Italy closed the door.
"The potato bastard not here?" Romano asked and Italy shook his head.
"No, he went somewhere with Prussia," Italy said as he sat on the couch. Romano sat beside him. They were silent for a few moments. Romano looked over at Italy, seeing the tears forming in Italy's eyes. He sighed.
"You're thinking of him
Starting Over CH 1
OKAY OKAY. So...this is my first Spamano fic and I hope it doesn't suck, yo. B| THIS SHALL BE A SERIES. Just...I might get writer's block a lot and I have no idea how many chapters it might have. Done? Done. ALSO, SORRY IT'S SHORT. ;n;
Antonio sat on the edge of his bed and embraced a small picture frame in his shaky arms. His body was racked with choked sobs and tears flowed down his beautiful tanned cheeks like a never-ending river. Antonio's usual sparkling green eyes were now dull with...nothing. He didn't really feel anything anymore. The picture frame was slowly held away from his chest and he trailed his fingers across the wet glass. In the photo, a girl with shoulder length blonde hair that was blowing in the wind, yet it held down by a simple green ribbon that she tied onto her head like a headband. Her eyes were closed and she had a small, cat-like smile. Next to her was a man. Not just any man though. It was Antonio. He was standing next to her with his arm encircled
Hey guys. this is my first fanfic EVER...so creative critiques are great! if you don't like it i'm perfectly fine with you telling me why, but don't be haten'. so yeah.. enjoy...I'm sorry about their horribly written accents i tried (and failed) at attempting to write them.
Bryn flew down the stairs of her house. She was the personification of the island Bermuda and the Bermuda triangle.
"LOOOOOOOOOOVIIIIIIII!!!" she yelled, racing across the house, loud enough to wake the dead, two sleeping Italians, Germany, and the BTT. It's a long and confusing story on how the seven of them ended up living under one roof, but everyday was interesting with six boys in one bedroom and Bryn in the other.
"Lovi-Lovi-Lovi-Lovi-Lovi" Bryn had jump onto the top bunk he slept on and started bouncing on his bed. Her hands on the mattress by his head and her knees rested on either side of his hips.
"W-what the hell do you want?! I-idiota ragazarra!" the forever PMS-ing Italian yelled back at her.
Holy RomeXChibitalia- Daisy Crowns
Italy sat alone, in a field of daisies. He was making daisy crowns. The wind blew, rustling the daisies and the hem of his green dress. He finished the crown and put it on his head. He began to work on another one.
"Italy?" he heard from behind him. Italy looked up at Holy Rome and smiled.
"Hey Holy Rome. Want to make daisy crowns with me?" he asked, picking another daisy and weaving it together with the other ones. Holy Rome sat beside him, but he didn't pick any daisies. Italy looked at him curiously.
"Why aren't you making a crown?"
"I... I don't know how."
"Then I'll show you!" Italy said, moving closer to him. He showed him what to do and gave it to him.
"Now finish it," Italy said, smiling at him. He watched as Holy Rome made it, his hands moving clumsily. Holy Rome finally finished and Italy clapped.
"Good job Holy Rome!"
Holy Rome blushed and Italy took it and put it on his head.
"Now we match!" Italy giggled and Holy rome turned a shade redder. He stood up and Italy got up als
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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