Bloody Days 2p!ItalyXReaderYou looked into the blood red eyes of the insane man who wore Italy's face, trembling like a leaf as shivers of horror ran up and down your spine. As you slowly backed away, eventually hitting the wall, you thought back to the events that transpired before today, and you couldn't believe you didn't see this coming.
You rapped your knuckles against the door of your Italian friend's house, sniffling. Right now you needed to pour your heart out to someone and who better than sweet, comforting Italy?
The door flew open, revealing a handsome, grinning Italian. "Hola, Bella ___!" His smile quickly faded, though, when he noticed how red and puffy your eyes were. "What's wrong?"
That did it. "Oh, Italy!" You wailed, throwing yourself at the stunned Italian.
He caught you skillfully, surprise lighting up his face. He held you for a moment before finally saying something. "What's the matter?"
"He-He broke up with me." You were, of course, refering to your ex boyfriend; th
Jealous Blood Dark!Child!RussiaXReaderYou found him standing alone in the snow, the cold winter wind blowing his platinum blond hair out of his face, his deep purple eyes distant and cold. He was an odd one, that boy. He looked around six, but he was all alone.
You thought he was lost and, being the helpful person that you are, decided to see if you could help. You cautiously approached the boy, almost afraid you'd spook him if you moved too quickly "Excuse me?"
The boy turned to look at you, his vibrant eyes meeting yours. "Da?"
You bent down to his level, smiling kindly. "You look lost. Do you know where your mommy is?"
He looked at the ground, gripping his large scarf with his meaty little kid hands tightly. "I do not having a family. All I having is the snow."
You felt a pang of pity for the lost child. "Well, would you like to come live with me?"
He looked up at you, his eyes wide. "Really?!"
The hopeful look in his eyes almost hurt to look at, but you continued to smile. "Da!" You stood up and took his small hand in
Prussia x Romano ~An Outing of Sorts~Gilbert Beilschmidt cursed. It wasn’t his fault the Vargas brothers looked alike. How had this happened, again? He batted the question away. He was better than this. He would suck up whatever embarrassment everyone thought he put on himself and rise above the snickering. Yeah. He would show them. He was more awesome than them.
Besides, if things went well, he could use this chance to—
“I thought you were going to take me out to someplace nice, albino rat!”
Ah, Feliciano’s older brother. He was always something of a hothead. It wasn’t that he was a threat—quite the opposite. He couldn’t hold his own in a fight. The only real arsenal he had up his sleeves was his pot-mouth of a tongue and lexicon of swear words up the alley. To this day, Gilbert was still unsure of how Antonio put up with him all these years.
“Ja, I did tell you I’m taking you somewhere nice,” he smirked. “It’ll be so awesome that you