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
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'H-How did he find out!?' You started struggling, but your father held you firmly against the wall.
"Who is he?" Your father was so close you could smell the beer on his breath. You closed you eye's, a few tears escaping from your eyes.
"You know his name, isn't that enough?" you asked.
"What is he to you?" You froze, and slowly opened your eyes. Your father's face was inches away from yours.
"I-I don't really know." Your father flung you against another wall, increasing the presser on your wrists.
"Don't give me that shit." He growled. You snapped your wrist forward, hitting your father in the face. You then twisted it out of his grip, giving a better amid hit to his face. You wrenched your other wrist free and delivered a swift kick to his shin. He fell over, groaning. You watched him for a second, and then took off out the door. It was raining, and you where shocked when the icy water hit your back. You didn't think about it too long,