Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 13
(i'm going to start using both their Human and Country names now just a heads up)
Keeping everyone's new names straight was proving a challenge, quite a funny one at that. America and England continually got their names mixed up by everyone else and Germany kept getting called Lutz, much to Prussia's amusement. After a while you got the hang of everyone's names and grew to really like your own. Gilbert was clutching his chest in laughter but abruptly stopped.
His face looked pained and he stood up from the table. Ludwig asked what was wrong but Prussia insisted he was just tired and that he was going to take a bath. He hobbled towards the bathroom ad shut the door. You looked after him worriedly, it was probably just a stomachache.
You let out a big yawn and many of the others did the same.
"Ve should get some rest." You stood and walked over to the beds. You were about to lay down when you realized there was a problem, there weren't enough. With Lovino and Antonio there was no more
Villain!Germany x Reader.
I didn't feel like putting that as the title b/c i like the two word title better . Enjoy this contest entry of mine. Thanks for reading! Oh and it's from the readers POV but written in first person because i always write better in first person
My bare feet padded against the cold wooden floor. I smiled as a small shiver grabbed my body, you would think that living in Russia I would be used to the cold, I continued down the hall and looked through the window. Tiny fingers of frost clawed at the frozen glass and blocked part of my view. I stood on my tiptoes and could make out the figure of my brother in the greenhouse.
I danced away from the window and grabbed some socks from my room before heading down the steps to the door. I pulled on my tall fuzzy boots and my large coat, even such a short walk called for such heavy protection. The weather was still harsh this time of year and the snow sand blasted my face as i stepped out into it's frozen clutches.
Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 12
*Italy's POV in the past (when he's telling his story)*
I was out, i was finally out. But everyone else was gone. They had all left me, one by one. I was weak, had to be protected. What good was it that i survived! I wasn't strong, i wasn't brave. They had all saved me till there dying breath but what for? The cold rain mingled with my hot tears as i stood on the cold ground that i hadn't seen for days.
Only days? It felt like at least a year in the horrid house. I looked up to the sky. They were all gone...all dead. As countries we had felt invincible, then because of me we found we were not. I trudged forward another step, another foot away from the building that housed the bodies of my friends. If only we hadn't split up in the beginning. I could still remember each of their deaths clearly. They replayed in my head once again.
I had completely forgotten about Japan when i had found him broken and bleeding against a piano. He was propped against one of the legs of the grand instrumen
We all Deserve to Die- 2
*France's Point of View*
After having departed Mr. Kirkland's company i was on the hunt for a good place to stay the night. Not really knowing London was going to be a problem, i headed off in the direction well dressed persons were going.
After a few hours of walking, and seeing no good place to stay the night, i took a seat on a bench. My feet ached from walking and i was in great need of some food. I opened my pack and took out a croissant with cheese. The meager food from my home tasted delicious compared to any of this horrid English food.
I scanned the vicinity and my eyes landed on a beautiful house across the street. It was large and white, it had to be owned by someone quite rich. The lawn was well manicured and the air around it seemed less foggy then the rest of this city. A movement in one of the windows caught my eye and i took in the figure of a gorgeous young lady.
Her skin was an exotic tan and her eyes were pools of deep brown. Her hair was nearly black and tied into t
Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 11
I'm sure i'll cry. And then...and then...look around yourself.
You ran up the stairs in a flurry, not even checking around corners, the others were trying to follow but couldn't seem to keep up. You flung open the door to the secret room, breathing hard, and scanned the room. There he was. Thanks God. You let out a breathy laugh and fell to your hands and knees trying to regain your breath. The others walked in behind you. England, being a gentleman, helped you to your feet and let you lean againt his shoulder.
"Here we are love, just calm down a breath." You listened to his instructions and closed your eyes. When you were feeling better you opened them once again to see Italy staring at you. He looked almost angry but his eyes flitted away, maybe he had just been curious. You shook it off and England helped you over to a bed. You sat on it and rested your head in your hands. Italy was fine, he was right here, he would be fine, you would all be fine.
You could hear Italy and Jap
Germany x Reader- Secrets
The air was warm as it ran across your skin. Your hair danced in front of your face evading your taming hand. You huffed out a breath and continued down the long street. It was a Monday, you had work off, and had no plans. For the better part of the morning you had slept in and browsed the internet. Let's face it, you were bored out of your mind.
An idea had struck you, why not visit your boyfriend. Usually when you were going to visit you would call first and tell him you were on your way. Today was different. You wanted to pop in on him unexpectedly to see what he was up to when he didn't know you were coming.
Normally when you were over his house was in pristine condition, no dust anywhere, you wondered if he did this all the time or just when he had guests. This was a mission. You giggled at the thought of seeing his house a mess and him without doing his hair.
You and the German had been a couple for three months now and you still blushed when ever he looked at you with those brig
We all Deserve to Die- 1
The small little shop loomed above me, the fog seeming to seep from the old boards, at a sight like this i couldn't help but think of my wife. What had become of Françoise after i had been carted away? She must have been lost without me the poor dear.
This building, once my home, was now rotted through with termites and the filth of this city. The door creaked on it's hinges and the bell above the door only clanked. This had once been my barber shop, now turned bakery. The smell was a slap in the face. Rotten meat and alcohol. Flour permeated the air around me, nearly like the fog outside.
The once immaculate floor boards were scuffed and dirty and ovens stood where barber chairs once sat. It was too much, i needed to leave. My wife was not here, she would never keep things in such a mess, so neither was my daughter. I turned back to the rickety door when i heard a light voice behind me and hands on my shoulders.
"A customer! Wait what's your rush? Sit down, sit down." I was guide