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SwedenXYoaiShipper!reader: Jealousy FAIL
He didn't get it. This was supposed to make you jealous. But it never worked. Did he miss something? But instead...
The Finnish man next to Sweden began to panic and blush wildly.
"Sweden! Don't start that with ______ right there!" Finland began to laugh nervously. You stared at the Swedish man with a poker face.
"Did you just say..." You trailed off.
"M' W'fe." He put his arm around Finland's shoulder. All the Nordics, save Sweden, waited for your reaction.
"EEEEEEHHHHH?!" You began. You threw your hands in the air. Iceland began to shake his head. 'They all act like this...' He whispered to Norway. Norway, in returned gave a small TINY microscopic smile.
"No, she's different..."
You turned to Denmark, then back to Sweden and Finland. "Eh hehehe hehehe OH MY GOD!" You fell on the floor. "I FREAKIN LOVE YOU GUYS!!!" You hugged both Sweden and Finland at the same time. "That. is. the. CUTEST thing I have ever heard!!!!!" You squeaked in delight cutely.
"But- but we are not even-"
Twas a peaceful afternoon in your house. You had just prepared pasta for lunch and your crazy neighbor and FINALLY stopped slamming all the doors in his house(I hate my neighbors...). You were currently waiting for your good friends: the Italian brothers, or as Iggy would say: Macaroni brothers. You sat down in front of your TV, you just couldn't wait to eat, you began to twirl the fort, picking up the pasta...you licked your lips almost succeeding in taking your bite util...
RING RING RING
You huffed, got up and picked up the phone. "Hello?" you said annoyingly, hopeful it wasn't a telemarketer.... oh god if it was, shit would just hit the fan.
"VE~ Ciao _____! It's-a me! Feliciano!" The bubbly Italian Said over the phone.
"Oh hey Feli, are you on your way over?" You asked sitting down with the phone, curling up next to the bowl of pasta.
"Yep! Lovi's driving us over." you heard faint 'DON'TA CALL ME THAT!' You laughed. Not at Lovino but the thought of shaken Kiku saying Italian
2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker? pt. 5
“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.
Bastard 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 fin
"Every time I dream, I can hear your voice
reaching out to me as I keep drowning
in this heart an empty canvas.
I will blacken it with tears
Lovino Vargas was never a great artist...but he wasn't bad either. He wasn't as good as his brother feli, there was no changing that. but something happened, something extraordinary. She came to him in a dream... her voice satin to his ears, her (h/c) soft to his touch. He had to paint her. He had to memories her (e/c) stones. He grabbed a paint brush as his random strokes filled to the beautiful portrait.
"Illusions that seem to never end,
falling through like and hour glass
Shrouded by all these mysterious...
warmth that feels so familiar..."
(skin color) hands reached from the painting, trying to find something, anything to hold onto... She peeled herself from the garden of roses surrounding her on the canvas and stumbled to the ground. By her feet was her master, her artist. "OOOOooooohhhh~ he's handsome~" she cooed. she squatted
Vampire!RomanoXReader ...Come A Little Closer...
"Can you come over?"
"Why would I do that, Lovi, it's almost 3 o'clock?" You mumbled through the phone. You rolled around in your bed. It was another sleepless night between you and Lovino Vargas, which happens on many occasions, too much to count. You played with your (h/c) locks, waiting for a reply from your boyfriend.
"God damnit, ________. I swear-"
"You said you don't like it when I'm out late! Remember, you said quote 'there's too many freaks out there at night' unquote." You did your best Lovino impression as you looked out the window, then continued. "Besides, I'm already in my pajamas!" You whined, but it was a lie. You were actually in a white sundress, due to the fact that you were too tired to take it off, it was wrinkled due to you rolling around in it.
"...like hell you are..." He grumbled through the phone. You sighed, he always caught you when you were lying. He seemed quite, as if he was thinking back on the whole conversation of you being safe a
AmericaXReader: Waking up in the morningWhere are you?
Whats that smell? It smells like England trying to bake SOMETHING.
I hope not...
OH MY GOD WHO'S NEXT TO YOU?
You mentally scared your self as you pushed away from that person's warmth and rolled off the bed. Turns out, there was even someone on the floor, where you had just landed.
"OW! SHIT!" You heard them groan. You looked up too find out it was none other than Denmark. You then noticed he wasn't wearing any clothes. OH my god... You pushed yourself up and stood om front of him, luckily, there was a da