That Awkward Moment When.. FemGermany x ItalyItaly was cooking lunch again while Luise was nearby just to make sure he did not burn down her brother's house."You know," She started walking up to him. "I always vondered vhat vas up vith this?" She touched Italy's curl. "Is it natural?"Italy stopped cooking, a rush of feelings overcoming um. "Um, y-yes it is." He mumbled, the blush filling his cheeks."Feli are you ok- ...oh." She said releasing the curl, noticing what she had done, but it was already too late. Italy grabbed her into an embrace, "Luise," He said. "I love you, so much."She smiled, "I love you too, liebling." She replied as Italy pulled her in for a kiss. It was longer and more intense than the random kisses she was used to, something deeper. He traveled down to her neck and lowered his hands while she tangled her fingers in his hair, for a moment wondering what would happen if she was to pull his curl again.Suddenly, the door opened without warning. "Hey Luise- WHAT THE?" It was Prussia! The two separated at onc
Brotherly LoveGermany was in his office, filling out papers and other stuff he does on a daily basis. He almost grunted when he heard his phone, knowing who it would be; Italy. He started at the phone for a long moment before he decided to answer only to find out it was Japan not Italy."Germany, you should come to Italy's place quickly." He said calmly, but still urgent."Is being invaded again?""Yes-well no. They left. But please hurry." And with that Japan hung up the phone. Sensing something bad happened to Italy, Germany quickly grabbed his stuff to go to Italy's place.Meanwhile,Romano was just getting home, after cleaning up the damage England had caused. 'Hey.' He thought. 'I don't remember seeing my stupid brother around since the invasion started. Where did he run off too?' He thought he should check his brother's house first. Since they were brothers, and the fact he just didn't care about manners, Romano just walked in and heard someone in the kitchen. Only it was
'I'll Never Let Go Andrew' - Scotland x FemFrance"Francoise!" Her brother Francis called gesturing to the life boat where they were boarding the mothers and the children. Their boat, the Titanic, had been hit by an iceberg and she was filling up with the ocean's water. In about two hours the Atlantic would swallow her whole. "Get on the boat, please." He added. She couldn't, her new love, Andrew, had been arrested for trying to steal some whiskey. He was locked up, down in the E Deck. "I can't!" She told him. "I need to get him!"Francis knew who 'he' was. He frowned, "Forget Andrew, just get in the boat!"Francoise looked at her brother, he obviously looked terrified for the safety of her sister and then to the boat, and then behind her in the crowd. She shook her head and started running to save her Andrew. She worked her way through the panicked crowds and back into the ship, down the grand stair case and into the elevator where she went to the bottom floor.Down there the water was already up to her hips. "An
I Am NormalMy breakfast was leftover pizza and coffee.I ride horses.I like to write.I like to draw too.I am afraid of spiders,And needles.I like Doctor Who and Hell's Kitchen.I listen to all types of music.I worry about how my hair,Or my face,Or my clothes look sometimes.I have a secret dream to travel the world.I want to be a veterinarian too.I do not think I am that special.I am normal.I am bisexual.
Cruelties Knot [England x Male!Reader] FinalCruelties Knot Child!Arthur x Demon!Male!Reader-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-Final Chapter: Welcome Back-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-[ Arthur's P.O.V ]Fifteen years have passed since (y_n) was finally able to be freed from his circle. In those fifteen years I have become what my brothers would call a fine young man. Though, for one who is twenty five years old, I'm not sure what a fine young man is after all my brothers are quite strange... So I am unsure of what a good man is.Fifteen years since I'd last seen (y_n). I must admit that I miss the teasing that the fiend had caused at my own suffering. Though, I know that the things he said and the things that he had done for me were all from the bottom of his heart.Scratching the back of my head, I dismounted my horse. Patting it on the butt while allowing it to drink the refreshing water from the stream in (y_n)'s moor. Life had returned to his home, the place where (y_n) was trapped for who knows how many