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Papa!Romano x Child!Reader - You Are My Sunshine"Papa! Papa!" you cried, running into your father's room, hugging your stuffed bunny close to you.
"Ugh what's wrong (Name)?" asked Lovino, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"I-I had a nightmare "you stuttered out, tears starting to form at the corner of your eyes, making Lovino worry.
Walking up to you, he crouched down to your level and asked, "What was it about?"
"W-well *hic* " you started, hiccupping on your words as you were crying too much, "I d-dreamt tha- *hic* that you did'nt *hic* love me any *hic* more "
Lovino's eyes widened upon hearing that, wondering how you could possibly believe that would happen.
"Sai che non sarebbe mai accaduto (1) (Name)." said Lovino softly, stroking your hair.
"B-but " you stammered, still crying.
"How about this? Why don't you sleep with Papa today?" suggested Lovino.
Nodding, you walked up to the bed and climbed up into the other side of the bed.
"B-but Papa, I can't go back to sleep now! What if when I get up tomorrow and yo
Papa!Romano x Child!Reader - You Raise Me Up“But papa!” you protested, stamping your foot for emphasis.
“No means no (Name),” stated Lovino, with a certain amount of strictness in his tone.
“But why can’t I go to the graduation party like the others?!”
“It ends too late.”
“Too late?! It ends at like 11pm!”
“Exactly my point. Either way, no means no.”
“Ugh, non mi lasci fare nulla! Ti odio!!” (1) you screamed at him, before running to your room, shutting the door with a loud slam.
Lovino couldn’t chase after you. He just stood there, shocked at what you had just said. The fact that you had said that in his native language made it even more hurtful.
He proceeded to sit on the living room couch, and buried his face in between his hands as he sobbed, having not felt this hopeless and upset in years.
A while later, his tears slowed down and his sobbing came to a complete stop. However, he continued to sit there, staring into space, thinkin
Child!Norway x Child!Reader - Dandelions"Come on Lukas! Hurry up!" you called out, running into the middle of the field, leaving the tired Norwegian behind.
When he finally caught up to you, he found you bending down towards the grass and picking up dandelions.
"What are you doing?" he asked monotonously, but with a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"Picking dandelions of course!" you said back, one of your hands already full of them.
"But why? They're just weeds."
"You mean, you've never blown one before?" you asked.
"No. Why would I?" he questioned back.
"Because, when you blow on it, you can make a wish! Who knows, maybe it'll come true!" you said optimistically.
"Here, try it!" you smiled, handing a few to him.
You waited patiently as Lukas was staring at it. Finally, he closed his eyes, made a wish, and blew on it, as you watched the petals float around in the air.
"Well, how was it?" you asked.
"It was…kinda cool." he said back, which you knew meant 'That was fun! Let's blow some more!'
You then handed him some and the t
Romano x Reader - I'd LieP.S. left the lyrics alone but I changed the story a little to fit Romano.
I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
"Hey (Name). Grazie for agreeing to drive me home." thanked Lovino, sitting himself in the passenger's seat while you were, of course, in the driver's seat.
"No problem." you replied. 'Dang when did that seat start looking so ho- wait wait…what the heck?!' you thought, quickly pushing that awkward thought aside and you started driving.
However, you got stuck in a traffic jam on the highway. Knowing that it would take a while to get to his home, you decided to try starting a conversation. "So…what did you do yesterday?"
"Ugh….yesterday was the worst! The potato bastard came over and my fratellino was all over him! And the tomato bastard came with his two pervert friends and…" he continued to rant, while you stared into his eyes, counting the different shades there were.
Romano x Reader - Hot Chocolate"Here's some hot chocolate for you Lovi," you said, placing a cup in front of him.
"G-Grazie (N-Name)," he shivered, pulling the extra towel you lent him tighter around himself.
"No problem. So…why exactly did you come all the way here in this blizzard?" you curiously asked, gesturing towards the cold, open ground outside.
"W-well, I wanted to tell you something before I lost my damn courage to say it…" he stated, face turning a light shade of red.
"What is it?" you asked, tilting your head to the side a little, making Lovino blush even more.
"Well…I…I love you damn it!" he proclaimed, before smashing his lips against yours.
Romano x Reader - Cafes, Bonding, and Flirting"And there he goes again " you sighed, watching as your best friend Lovino chatted up some girls across the Café.
You two come here for a drink with each other once a week to catch up with each other, with the two of you being in different schools and all. However, recently all he does is chat with you for five minutes and then flirt with girls for mostly the rest of the time.
You did have a crush on him, I mean, how could you not? But just like every other love situation, you didn't dare to confess, so as not to destroy the already dwindling friendship you have with him.
"Sorry ragazza," said Lovino, sitting back down at his seat across from you.
"It's ok, Lovi, just please don't do it so often. I just wanna have same time to talk to you," you told him.
"I understand (Na-), un momento," he said, before immediately getting up and chatting to another girl.
"Just forget we were ever friends Lovi!" you screamed at him, walking out of the store in a huff.
Italy Bros x Reader - Flirting Contest Chapter 1P.S. Seborga, Italy and Romano are roughly the same age, but Romano is still the oldest and Seborga is still the youngest
'How did I get forced into this again?' you thought to yourself, getting ready to go onstage, 'Oh right, I was the only other person besides those 3 that had nothing to do for today…'
"(Name)! Time to get onstage!" yelled someone.
Sighing, you got up and walked onto stage, waiting for every single one of the Vargas' fangirls to settle down.
~~~~~~~~~About a week ago~~~~~~~~~
"Alright, so as you know class, next Saturday we will be having a carnival right here at school. However, we do not have enough helpers and we need all of you to help out." said your teacher, earning a lot of groans from the entire class.
"Silence!" she said, banging the table, startling all of you. "Now all of you please form a line at the front of the class and if you have an idea to help out, please say it. You will then be allowed to sit. You may also
Norway x Reader - Bets (Request)"You do know that this won't make me say it, right?" questioned Emil, directing it at both you and Lukas.
"We never said that was the reason." you defended, with Lukas nodding his heading, showing his agreement with your statement.
"It's obvious though " mumbled Emil.
You see, you and Lukas have been having a bet to see if within a week, if Lukas could get Emil to call him "Onii-chan" or if you could get him to call you "Onee-chan". The winner gets whatever they want from the loser. You were not related to them, but all of you were childhood friends, so you were practically like family.
"L-lets just start playing. Lukas, truth or dare?" you asked.
"Ok, um who do you think is annoying?"
"Mathias. Emil, truth or dare?"
"What is your favourite food?"
"Licorice. (Name), truth or dare?"
"Ok, kiss Lukas."
"Do I have t- wait, what?!" you yelled, standing up in shock, face a bright red.
"You heard me, kiss Lukas."
"W-w-w b-but I-I can't-" you stutter
Italy x Reader - Tree Shaped Pasta"It's done!" cheered Feliciano happily, as he walked up to the dining table from the kitchen, the food he made concealed by the cloche. (A/N: The silver tray thingy that covers food)
"Great Feli! I wonder what it could be?" you said, clapping, though you knew that there was only one thing he could have possible made, seeing as that was all he ever made.
"Ve~ Pasta!" he yelled, lifting off the cover and showing it to you.
To be honest, you were more impressed than when he had told you that he had learnt how to tie his shoelaces.
The pasta this time was shaped like a Christmas tree, and somehow, he had managed to add many detailed lines to it, with pasta ornaments and all, making it look all the more realistic.
Taking a bite out of it, you told him, "This tastes great, Feli! Best pasta ever."
"Ve~ Thanks (Name)! But you know, this is only the best pasta ever, if I share it with the best girlfriend ever~!" he told you bubbly and lovingly, before giving you a sweet kiss.
Papa!Prussia x Child!Reader - MonstersPrussia sighed as you let out a squeak when he flicked off the light.
"What's wrong, sweetie?"
"Don't turn off the light! The monsters will get me!"
He stifled a laugh. "Where are the monsters?"
"They hide in the dark! When the light goes off, they come out!"
"Don't worry. The monsters won't get you."
You looked at him strangely. "Why not?"
"Because we're going to monster-proof your room."
A few minutes later, Prussia was armed with a teddy bear, 'Monster- B-Gone' (some of Germany's air freshener and some glitter that he had mixed together put into a clear plastic spray bottle), 'Fairy Dust' (some sparkles and baby powder that he had put in a pouch), a night light, and a CD player with a CD that played classical music.
"What are those?"
"I've got Fairy Dust, a magic light, music that keeps the monsters away, a teddy bear knight, and some Monster-B-Gone."
"Yes. Now let's get to setting this all up, hmmm?"
"First: the magic light."
"How will that keep the monsters away?
Papa!Italy x Child!Reader : My PrincessPapa!Italy x Child!Reader : My Princess
Feliciano watched the big TV in slight worry, unsure of what was going on. A game he had just bought you, his daughter, was freaking him out, and he wasn’t even sure if everything that was going on was possible.
Obviously not, but your dad didn’t know that, apparently...
“So, (Name), is that fairy suppose to be following you?” He asked in confusion, unsure of what that blue speck was even doing.
You lightly nodded, holding the Nintendo 64 controller tightly in your small hands. “Yeah. Her name’s Navi I guess...” You said, not tearing your eyes away from the screen. Though you were still learning to read, you were able to comprehend almost every sentence the characters were saying with the help of Papa. Though, you didn’t understand much of it, it was a great way to learn new words and pronunciations.
The two of you watched a little longer and read everything each character said. Finally, it was your
Papa!ItalyxChild!Reader Part 1
'Where am I?' You thought to yourself. You had awoken in a dark ally, littered with trash and a stray cat. You had no idea where you were or how you got there, and no memories prior to waking up. You sat up and looked at your small hands coated in dirt, then looked up at the rainy night sky. The moon was hiding behind the grey storm clouds, which left you with only the faint light from a street lamp at the exit of the long ally you sat in.
'I'm all alone ' was the only thought that went through your head, making tears stream down your face, only to be hidden by the raindrops pelting down on your small form. Thunder rang through the air, making you more paranoid, and without thinking you sat up and ran out of the ally, hoping to find some kind of protection from the loud, threatening sound. You covered your head with your arms to give you minor protection from the rain and ran through the empty streets.
"Help me, help me, help me " You whimpered to yourself as th
Father!RomanoXChild!Reader~Help Me...Part 1Father!RomanoXChild!Reader~Help Me...Part 1
****3 years old****
A single scream echoed through the streets that night,it was 8 pm, and you were running as fast as you could. You were running from your home,the reason, you were abused.
Your father constantly hit you and your mother did nothing. You felt tears falling down your face as you ran. You needed to find somewhere to hide or someone to help you,you could hear your father yelling behind you.
You looked back and saw he was catching up. You screamed and ran to the nearest house. You began banging on it screaming for help,you began crying harder.You scratched at the door in vain screaming at the top of your lungs.
"Help me!",you cried. "What the hell do you want?",asked a man throwing open the door. "Help me!",you cried and clung to his leg. "What the-",he was cut off by your father. "Give me my kid back right now!",he yelled. "Wh-what?",he asked looking down at you and saw your bruised arms.
"Don't let him take me!",you
ItalyXNeko!Child!Reader- Do You Remember Anything? Italy was walking to Germany's house as it stormed. It was late at night and he was carrying a container of warm pasta. Italy saw a scary looking man approaching and hid in the alleyway. As Italy reached the back of the alleyway her saw a wet cardboard box shudder. The box was caving in and looked huge. Italy cried out thinking it was a dog and threw his container of pasta at the box. "Don't hurt me, I'm a Virgin!" He cried out, watching as a small figure sniffed at the contain, before retreating into the box.
You lay inside your cardboard box filthy and wet. Your head throbbed and ached still bleeding. You had been there for 3 days and wanted to die. You had no idea how you got there. Had you a
Papa!France x Child!Reader [ Why, Papa? ]You walked home from your school, Junior World Academy, with tears in your eyes. How dare they be so mean! You furiously wiped the tears away from your face with your gloved hand, hating how the fuzzy fabric did nothing but spread the tears across your face. The cold wind took this opportunity to nip at your chubby face, letting the trails of tears across your face freeze. This made you walk even faster in an attempt to get home soon.
When you reached the elegant little house you live in, walking in to see your Papa pacing at the end of the hall, a phone held to his ear.
"What do you mean she isn't there?!" he shouted, a snarl lacing through his voice, but concern plastered across his face. He ran a hand through his long blonde locks in frustration, about to scream again when he turned his head, noticing you standing at the door.
Placing a hand over his heart and shutting his eyes, he let out a shaky sigh of relief and muttered something in French to himself.
"Never mind, s
Italy X Baby!Reader You're My Reason to Smile Ch.1
Poor, poor Italy.
He was late to the world meeting, which of course, happened to be held in Germany. Ludwig was not going to be happy with him.... At least he had a real excuse this time.
Holding a small pink bundle in his arms, the Italian burst into the meeting room, panting heavily.
"I'm so sorry I'm late! I had something to take care of, and I couldn't find anyone to help, because I obviously need help with what I needed help with and of course, I wouldn't lie to anyone here, especially Germany, he scares me, so please don't yell at me, Mr. Germany!"
"Alright, alright. Italy, why are you late, and what are you holding?"
Italy's head shot up from the bundle, his stray curl following suit, bouncing along gently. "This is mi new figlia, ________! Isn't she such a bella ragazza?" Italy opened up the blankets slightly, his wide smile softening a bit. For the first time in a long time, his eyes opened, showing his honeyed orbs, practically shining with adoration.
Nordics x Depressed!Child!Reader Ch.4(( Okay I am so sorry ;n; Its so short and I feel bad because I know you guys have been waiting forever for the next chapter so I just posted what I had... I have been busy with surgery, make up work, and preparing for a few conventions... It might be a bit longer for the next chapter too because I have a ton of requests left... >n
Papa!ItalyxChild!Reader Part 10
"Zhat vas both stupid und dangerous! Not only could you have gotten us killed, but you could have gotten ______ killed as vell! Vhat zhe hell vere you thinking!?" After making it back to the beach, Italy got a good scolding from Germany, for obvious reasons. However, after getting you back, he seemed to go back to his happy-go-lucky self.
"I'm sorry!" Italy cried, holding you close to him, "I don't-a know what come over me! I just wanted to-a get ______ back, I won't do anything like that again, I promise!"
'Did papa really do all that to save me ?' You wondered. You knew that your father was a coward, and you understood that, that's why you were always determined to be a strong and brave country; so when you were bigger you could protect those dearest to you to repay the kindness they had shown you. In all honesty, you were just as surprised as Germany was. You were much more grateful however.
"Mr. Germany, don't be mad at daddy!" You pouted, "It was my fault for not doing
Papa!Italy x Child!Reader - Cuppycake"Papa!" you yelled out, running up to Feliciano and hugging him as soon as he walked in through the front door.
"Hi (Name)! How's my bambina doing?" he asked you, picking you up and swinging you around.
"I'm great! Zio (Uncle) Lovino was lots of fun!" you cheered.
"Haha well thanks for taking care of her fratello~"
Lovino just answered with a grunting noise and walked out, not bothering to say goodbye but the both of you were already used to it.
"Hey, papa! Papa!" you continued yelling, bouncing in his arms.
"Yes?" he asked, already sitting down on the couch, placing you in his lap.
"Could you sing that song again? Please?" you asked him pleadingly.
"Ve~Of course!" he said before starting to sing:
You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie
You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop
Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know
That I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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