Obsession 2p!EnglandXReaderHe walked through the crowded streets, his footsteps light, the bright sunlight shinning down on his strawberry blond hair. He stopped for a moment, his bright blue eyes scanning the area, though it was hardly necissarry; he could have walked there with his eyes shut, he knew the way so well.
His blue orbs rested on a small, comfy looking cafe that just seemed to make everything look a little brighter. He smiled, but it wasn't his usual crazed, sadistic smile he had plastered to his face whenever he played his game of cat and mouse; it was a true, genuine smile of happiness.
He walked over to the cafe and opened the door, inviting himself inside. It was rather cozy and warm, the smell of freshly baked bread in the air. He paused to deeply inhale the delicious smell; although he prefered cupcakes, the bread did smell rather tasty.
A small bell rung when he stepped inside, alerting you to his presence. A wide grin spread across your face. "Hello, Artie!" Of course you knew his name; the
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
Italy x Reader - Wait...............NO PASTA!?You skipped over to the Vargas' household. You had gotten an odd phone call from Feli, one of your best friends. He had asked you to come over and cook him something to eat. You were confused on why Lovi, your other best friend and Feli's twin brother, hadn't cooked him anything, or why Feli hadn't cooked anything himself. You rang their doorbell and a white face Lovino opened the door frantically.
"_____!! Thank god you are here!! Something is terribly wrong with Feliciano!!" he cried worriedly. You shushed him and asked what was wrong.
"What's wrong?! WHAT'S WRONG!? What's wrong is that Feli didn't ask me to cook him pasta when he was hungry!" you gasped at what Lovi revealed.
"What did he ask for?" you asked cautiously. Lovi's face fell.
"H-he a-asked f-for a p-pa-panini!!" he cried and burst into tears.
"_____, I don't know what's wrong with him!! He doesn't act sick, he acts normal, except for his taste in food!!" he sobbed.