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2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker? Pt.4
                   “I had taken the photograph from afar (distance being the basic glitch in our relationship), using my Nikon and zoom lens while hiding behind a fake marble pillar. I was hiding because if she knew I'd been secretly photographing her for all these months she would think I was immature, neurotic and obsessive.
                         I'm not.
                         I'm an artist.
                         Artists are always misunderstood.”
                                   ― Joan Bauer
                              (i changed it up..)

                     "I won't leave without a good-night kiss
2p!italyXreader:Who, me? A stalker? pt.3
                      "You know, if you're going to stalk someone, you should be less obvious. For starters, try not to standing in the middle of a field, gawking at your prey."
                                              Kristin Walker, A Match Made in High School

You nearly screamed. YOu covered your mouth and screamed into your hand. Even Iggy was covered with blood. His snowy white furr smothered except the tan-ish spot on one of his eyes. You cried once again. Iggy walked over to you, trying to comfort you. you snatched him up and began toy carry him to the shower. Even though he didnt like water, he let you wash him...even your ca
2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker? pt. 9
         “I think the very word stalking implies that you're not supposed to like it. Otherwise, it would be called 'fluffy harmless observation time'.”
                                   ― Molly Harper

You groaned very loudly as you came back form you unconscious dreams. You sat up and rubbed your head. You got up from the large king-sized bed as you made your way to the window. You slowly opened the thick curtain as you gasped. The Leaning Tower of Pisa in your sight. You zeroed into the target, it was night fall and there were large lights from the bottom that lit up the icon. You gasped as the stars came into view as
2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker?pt.10!
                                 "And I don't care if you're sick,
                                I don't care if you're contagious.
                              I would kiss you even if you were dead.
                       Would somebody make me go blind for the rest of my life?
                              'Cause I'd do anything to hold your hand.
                                And I don't care if you're sick,
                                I don't care if you're contagious.
                                            ...Oh, no."
                               
                                -I Don't Care If You're Contagio
2p!Italyxreader: Who, me? A stalker? pt. 11
                 "Your love has me trapped. I cannot move, I cannot breathe. But I don't want to be let go. Please don't ever set me free. You are my jailor I am your slave. I am yours forever. Until I go to the grave."
                                       -unknown

You woke up with wet cheeks. You glanced at the time, 3:00. You sighed and turned around, expecting Italy to be watching you or some shit...

he wasn't there.

You felt it in the pit of your stomach. Something, something bad was going to happen... something worse than what went down at Alfred's house a couple of days ago. You tossed and turned not wanting to have that sense in
2p!ItalyXReader: Who, me? A stalker? pt. 13
                 "Maybe we're meant to lose the ones we love,
                                  but I'll fight for you till then.
                                    And if they stole you from me,
                              on my arm there's a tattoo of your name."
                                    -Million Dollar Houses (The Painter
                                            -Pierce the Veil

You sat by the window of the  small room. You used you hand as a rest as you placed the elbow on the window ceil. You were on the second story of a building, so you could see from the fast blue skies, to the corrupted street. "Miss ______. Co
2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker? pt2
                       "There was a time when our desire for each other would have landed us in an asylum or prison, had it not been sanctioned by mutual assent. True or false."
                     
                           ― Lawrence Krauser, Lemon

Encounter number 5?

...You didnt want to go home. Not at all. Later that evening, you went to a friends house, Alfred's. You didnt tell him about your stalker...what would he do? Laugh at you, or just feel sorry.

Even though it was summer, the night had a chilling air to it. You hated those nights. You were wearing shorts and a tank top for the day, now you were borrowing Alfred's
2p!italyxreader: Who, me? A stalker? pt. 12
               “Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.”
                                    ― Sarah Dessen,

Forever.

Forever was supposed to be a VERY long time. Longer than a person could even fathom. You just couldn't understand why? Everything was turning out fine... but then the universe is just fucked up like that, huh? And, now, even though we are separated, Italy, I can't understand,

             
2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker?
Italy walked aimlessly around his room. the sunset horizon colors seeping into his room. the queen mattress' sheets perfectly untouched. His hand crepped towards his pocket knife, fumbling with it nervously. 'she should be here...she should be here RIGHT NOW.' his temper got the best of him as he gripped the knife til his nknuckles were white.

"Who is she?" Italy turned to his fellow axis member, A german.

"EXcuse me?" Italy grinned. 'play it cool idiota...' there was a long tension in the air. the killler italian turned his body to the german. tilting his head innocently. "i'm sorry, i thought you said something."he stated testingly.

"If
My Songbird: 2P!Italy x Captive!ReaderWARNING: CREEPY 2P ITALY AND MILD VIOLENCE
Italy.
That was the name he went by. No one knew his real name, save a few who could no longer speak, or breath for that matter. Under that name, he and his companions had terrorized the people of your small country for months, years even. You could no longer remember the first time he made himself known in your country. Ever since then, he had forbade anyone from entering or exiting the country. At first, a few tried to defy him. They were never seen, or heard from again.
You were a mere child when he first invaded your peaceful country, unable to understand the true implications of what happened. But as the years passed and you grew, you began to understand that life had not always been this way, with people scrounging for food and getting into deadly fights over a day's worth of rations.
Your mother and Father had died several years ago, after a particularly nasty incident when 'Italy' became enraged over a small rebellion in one of the cit
My Songbird 2P!Italy x Captive!Reader (2)"Listen..." Your mother told you.


You were both seated in the shadow of a huge towering tree. You watched as your mother sang a high, clear note that rose high into the branches of the trees.


Above you, birds chirped and sang the note to each other, until you could hear it in the highest branches of the tree.


"Try" Your mother told you.


Your brow furrowed with concentration. You took a deep breath and let out a note a little higher than your mothers. But halfway through the note you heard your voice crack.


This time, instead of mimicking the note, birds chirped and tweeted a series of broken notes to each other, making it almost seem like they were laughing.


You frowned and rubbed at your eyes. A gentle hand reached out and turned your face upwards. 


"Keep trying, and perhaps someday, you will sing even better than the birds."


~ ~ ~


You wo
My Songbird: 2P!Italy x Captive!Reader (3)ITALY POV
Italy stood beside the window overlooking his garden. The day was bright and cheerful. Flowers bloomed and birds sang in the trees. Puffy white clouds dotted the sky. Everything was bright and green and full of light.
Italy threw the curtain back in disgust, casting the room into darkness once again. Light and peace, that was the moral of so many that he had destroyed. He had bathed that moral countless times in blood. Darkness and Chaos, Blood and Evil. Those were his morals. He had never hesitated to hurt anyone who disobeyed him.
So why did he stop when you flinched away from him? He was perfectly used to it by now. He shouldn't even be surprised that you were terrified of him. Yet for a split second before his hand reach out, he felt something strange. It wasn't anger or frustration. It was a type of sadness.
Remorse.
Italy gripped his hair in frustration. Remorse?! Guilt?!? Why should he, of all people, experience such emotions? He was a prince of darkness, bathed
My Songbird: 2P!Italy x Reader (Part 5)The library was large and spacious, with shelves higher than your hand could reach, and large, ceiling high windows that let in the light from an overcast sky. The entire room was somewhat dusty and a little under-used, but you could tell by the way the books were tucked on the shelves and the marks on the binding that they were well-loved.
The thought of books to you was startling. How long had it been since you read from a book? Years before Italy invaded, definitely. You were fascinated by the novels and encyclopedias that stood before you. You couldn't help but wander over to a shelf and pluck the first book you saw. "War and Peace" Had you read that before? You couldn't remember.
You had only begun to flip through the book when a voice behind you spoke.
"Over here, Bella. And do-a please put the book back." Italy spoke in a quiet, yet authoritative voice that you dare not disobey. You shivered a bit, but silently put the book back on the shelf.
Italy sat on the fa
My Songbird: 2P! Italy x Reader (Part 6)"Why...?" It was a breathless whisper, a plea. Yet it did not come from you.
Italy's hands slowly began to vanish from around your neck. You gasped and panted for breath, wanting to cry with relief at tasting oxygen again. You coughed and choked, trying to regain air flow through your lungs. Above you, Italy remained still, his hands clenching beside your head.
Something dripped onto your face. You froze, slowly looking upward at the Italian.
Although Italy's thorny bangs covered his eyes, you could see the trails of tears that snaked their way down his face towards his chin, where they pooled and dripped off. The man that you had gotten to know over the past few days, so calm and composed, was crying in front of your very eyes.
Italy leaned backwards, coming to kneel over you. He held a hand against his face, pressing his hair into his damp cheeks. You slowly sat up, careful not to make any sudden movements, as if Italy was a cornered animal.
"Why won't you sing for me, songbird?"
The
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                       "There was a time when our desire for each other would have landed us in an asylum or prison, had it not been sanctioned by mutual assent. True or false."
                     
                           ― Lawrence Krauser, Lemon

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...You didnt want to go home. Not at all. Later that evening, you went to a friends house, Alfred's. You didnt tell him about your stalker...what would he do? Laugh at you, or just feel sorry.

Even though it was summer, the night had a chilling air to it. You hated those nights. You were wearing shorts and a tank top for the day, now you were borrowing Alfred's
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Italy walked aimlessly around his room. the sunset horizon colors seeping into his room. the queen mattress' sheets perfectly untouched. His hand crepped towards his pocket knife, fumbling with it nervously. 'she should be here...she should be here RIGHT NOW.' his temper got the best of him as he gripped the knife til his nknuckles were white.

"Who is she?" Italy turned to his fellow axis member, A german.

"EXcuse me?" Italy grinned. 'play it cool idiota...' there was a long tension in the air. the killler italian turned his body to the german. tilting his head innocently. "i'm sorry, i thought you said something."he stated testingly.

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                “Sketchy black van? Weird stalking of my house? What are you going to do next, offer me some candy?”
                           ― Hannah Harrington, Saving June

You spent the whole hour with the mad man. It was mostly a one sided conversation, except when would pay attention to every word. You almost feel asleep due to the calmness of his smooth voice.  Often times he would say little thinks in Italian to try and sooth you. It didn’t work.  

Basturd most of put something in the food….

You blinked as you felt a fever coming on. You lightly touched your forehead…yep. It was hot. “L-listen, Italy…I don’t feel so good…” You said in a meek voice.  He head snapped up and his eyes flashed with concern. “I’ll take you home the…bella.”  He stood up and snapped his fingers. Servants rushing to clean up the mess. The tall blonde appeared once again. “Listen Germany, mi princessa is not feeling well, take her to the car at once. “ He nodded and picked you up bridal style. Your weak hand reached for his shirt.

“Wait…where are you going?” You whispered softly. He gave you a small smile and kissed your heated forehead.

“To take care of some business bella.” He turned around and headed to the kitchen as you went out the door.

“POSION MY BELLA, HUH?” You heard Italy shout at the cook.

“I’M SORRY I DIDN’T KNOW!!” Heard a voice beg.

“NOT SORY ENOUGH!”

BANG

You fell asleep.  

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.
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You awoke on your back with Iggy on your stomach, you cried. “IGGY!” You shouted as you glompped him.  He meowed in annoyance.  You look up.  This was not your home. It was made for a queen. Almost everything was a DARK red color. The portrait of you and Luciano hanging on one of the walls you were facing. You felt his presence. “Thanks, Luci…” he chuckled and came out of his hiding spot.  

“You’re getting good bella~” He sat down next to you, feeling your cheeks lightly. “…It seems the fever is gone…” He smiled warmly and pecked your lips.  

“Luci…what did you do to the cook?” You asked seriously. He blinked and pulled you into his chest.

“Don’t worry ______, you don’t need to know such a ugly thing.” This made your stomach flop.  You wrapped your arms around him. “Bella~ you have nothing to worry about…Now no one can separate us~” He licked the shell of your ear.  You shivered as He laid you down onto your bed, licking your neck sexually. You tried pushing him away with your hands, but he caught them and held them, leaving you defenseless.  You whimpered as he tugged at your shirt.

You did not like this.  You were no comfortable with you being in your stalker’s house.  You weren’t happy at the fact that he moved you into this…place without your permission.  You especially hated the fact that he was going to take you right there. I mean sure he was hot, but he was obsessed with you. You could tell with this, he would win you over.

You growled and shoved him off.  He looked surprised, then VERY angry. You bit your lip, trying to calculate your next move. You got a blanket that was on top of you, and threw it at him, causing his attention for one moment.

run…

The simple statement thundered in your ears. You dashed out the door and down the twisting stair case. Great, a two story house. You cried as you heard him scramble to after you.

“DON’T THINK YOU CAN RUN AWAY _____! I WILL HAVE YOU SOME HOW!” He outstretched his hand, (h/c) tips just barley on the tip of his fingers. You were so close. So close in his grasp, if only he could just…


He tripped, causing him to fall and trip you too. You flew five feet away from the main door, he, was just three feet behind you. You got on your hands and knees and crawled to the door, using the door knob as a helper to stand. You fumbled with the locks and was out the door.

“YOU CAN ESCAPE ME BELLA! I KNOW WHER YOU LIVE! I’VE BEEN INSIDE YOUR ROOM WHEN YOU SLEEP! I WILL MAKE YOU MINE!!!” He screamed inhumanly, his screeches could probably be heard to your house.  But you just kept running.

…and running…

You clutched your knees, gasping for air you so desperately needed. You ran a mile to your house, which only gave you time to think about how much you hate running.  You stopped in front of your house, your door strangely open…’No, no, no!’ you thought. ‘He…he got here before me?!’ You pushed through the door. “MOM! “ you cried. she was no where… “Mo-“

You didn’t have time to finish your sentence, you tripped over something…no, someone.  You cried once again in fright as you saw the scene. Your mother’s face was bashed in. You got up to your feet on covered your mouth.

“Ah~ there she is~” A raspy voice called. You turned around to see behind you,

…someone.

You felt him drag something, you looked dow n to see a baseball bat, covered in blood.

“Hello Doll face…” He smirked insanely.

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Well, just have to deal with it.

!!!!I AM SPO SORRY IF THIS IS CRAPPY!I AM CURENTLY DYING OF A AWFUL HEADACHE AND DISSYNESS!!!

but i was like "NO! I SHALL WRITE THIS TO NIGHT!!!!"

:iconsexy2pitalyplz: author really likes it when you comment~ so i suggest you do so...unless you want one of us to be dead.
Your loss~
p.s. author is DYING!!!

Italy stop. I am not...yet.

:iconnorwayunfazedplz: Shouldnt you be writing about me pretty soon?

nah. i dont really have time...but your time will come soon!

:iconukenorwayplz: r-really?

:iconromanonosebleedplz:

wow, i really need a life...
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~ImaHetaliaFan 1 day ago  New member
I want....some candy....meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....*pokes 2P!Romano repeatedly,then turns and does the same with 2P!Germany*Why you two stalk me?

2P!Germany:'Cause you are sexy when you sleep,frau.

*slaps him*Shut the hell up.
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~L-Jack 2 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Al... Nu, I love my mummy. Al, how could you do that?
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~sakunae 3 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Lol, I know how you feel, sometimes I have the determination to fight through and f
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~sakunae 3 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Finish something - even If I don't want to
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~sakunae 3 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
What the fruk Al? You bashed my mom's face in you asshole!
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~procrastinator-otaku 3 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
I like your icon +^+
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~sakunae 1 day ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Why thankyou~!
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~BlackBloodWolf554 Jun 11, 2013  New member Hobbyist Writer
*2p!America shows up*

O_O Shit just got serious!
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~procrastinator-otaku 6 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
you telling me mate :iconaussieplz:
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~Kitkatoleary Jun 10, 2013  New member Hobbyist General Artist
*Freaks out* PERSONAL SPACE!! WHY DID IT ABANDON ME NOW!!!! I don't do well with receiving hugs...
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