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Lovely World (PL) III - wzgledny spokoj (Spamano)Antonio wstał z samego rana, ubrał bluzę i wciągnął spodnie, potykając się o nogawki ruszył w stronę jadalni. Chwycił czerwonego pomidora leżącego w koszyku i zapiął bluzę do połowy.
-Strasznie tu cicho. - Hiszpania ugryzł pomidora - Za cicho.
Z trudem przełknął kawałek warzywa i odłożył resztę na stół. Zbliżył się do wejścia na werandę i szeroko otworzył drzwi. Gorące powietrze wdarło się do środka, Antonio spojrzał na czerwone, okrągłe pomidory w ogrodzie i uśmiechnął się delikatnie, praca jest najlepsza na smutki. Zszedł po schodkach i gołymi stopami dotknął wilgotnej od rosy trawy, skręcił do małej przybudówki gdzie zwykle trzyma kosze.
-Antonio! - głos Gilberta rozniósł się po całym podwórku - Rusz si
Lovely World 2 - Spamano - What happened?Francis picked up a bottle of wine and poured into their glasses.
-Do you remember how you got Romano?
Antonio grinned and ran his finger along the edge of a glass of brandy.
-It's hard to forget.
There was an awkward silence, which did not correspond to France.
-All the time, I feel that they do not ask me for a drink.
Antonio took a sip of his alcohol, Francis resigned rubbed his forehead, he never knows what Spain thinks, and he could not stand the silence between individual exchanges of opinion. He opened his mouth to say something when he looked at his friend Antonio.
-Lovino arrives today.
-I know you is not a problem, I enjoy it.
Spain stared at the tabletop, Francis put his hand on his shoulder a colleague, I think in the end he began to understand the situation.
-So what's the problem?
-Sam I do not know, I'm glad that he was coming, but when is the next, I feel weird, I always thought that I knew what he thought, but it is getting harder and harder.
Antonio took a b
GermanyxReader-This Will be Interesting Ch 1Beep beep beep.
A hand reached for the alarm clock that was blaring in the dark room as the figure under the covers grunted in annoyance and then yawned as the person curled up into a ball and continued to sleep blissfully.
The door banged open but _____ continued to sleep anyway, and nobody was going to wake her from her nice sleep.
“_____! Wake up!” Her stepmother barked.
_____ didn't respond and simply continued to sleep her head off as (h/c) hair was all messy. The covers was roughly pulled from her as (e/c) eyes snapped open.
“What the fuck!” _____ said angrily.
“Language!” The witch snarled.
“Screw you! You're not my mother!” _____ Retorted angrily.
“Get up and get changed!”
_____ watched as she walked out of her room, she grumbled and grabbed the covers and placed them on the bed as she crawled back into bed and back into the same position she was in before, she couldn't wait for summer which was around the corne
Germany x Reader- Ich Liebe Dich (Request)You knew this man for years. This handsome blue-eyed, blonde haired German named Ludwig Beilschmidt and his annoying older brother Gilbert. The three of you have been attending the same college completely by accident, you guys wanted to go to different ones since you all spent so much time together but fate brought you here.
"Guten Tag [y/n]! How are you today?" He asked with a peppy tone which was kind of unusual for him but you didn't mind.
"I'm great Ludwig, thank you for asking!" He blushed a little and and then looked back to you.
"A-are you doing anything tonight?"
You and him stopped walking. You thought his line of questioning was odd but you put a smile on your face and shook your head. "I was just going to go back to my dorm and just watch some tv with Feliciano, why?"
Feliciano was your dorm mate and were you ever glad you got him. He was so freaking adorable and sweet, he always walks around and goes, "Ve~" out of the blue. He could talk
2P!Germany X Insane!Reader *Normal*Notes:
-This is a prize for my 300th watcher! ^^ I have never written anything with an Insane!Reader, so it should be very interesting, especially with 2P!Germany involved XD And after writing it, I realized I wasn't very good with plots >.> I really couldn't think of anything clever to write, so I used the casual 2P!Germany xD
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the characters, or the reader. I only own the plot*
Trembling hands fought to hold onto the sharpened knife within their grasp, the fidgeting fingers nearly letting the glimmering handle to slip from their grasp. It was so beautiful, so shiny and delicately crafted unlike any other kitchen knife you possessed. Though it seemed extremely similar to those hidden away in the drawers within the counters, this one just seemed even more entrancing than the others; this one was special in its own way. Others may say that it’s just a normal kitchen knife, but it wasn’t. They also say that you were crazy, but
A Nation...Fallen? I. Have. Failed.
My brother…the Axis…Hitler. I have failed you all. Why? I trained so hard! I wanted to be… No… I had to become better for my people. The pain, of seeing my people suffering, tore me apart. How could I have let this happen? Sometimes I wonder if it would have all been better for them if I hadn’t started a war. NO! I couldn’t think like that. I promised Vati I would become the greatest empire, to make him proud… but mostly to make my brother proud. Prussia was once one of the greatest empires in all of Europe and he harbored the greatest soldiers and the strongest army. I envied and admired him. I swore one day I would grow up to surpass him.
‘Was this the end? I have lost the war. I have lost so many of my people, I failed to protect my homeland. I deserved this, whatever was coming my way.’
It was hard to distinguish the blood and sweat dripping down my face. My arms and legs, which were on
2p Germany x Child reader part 12p Germany x Child reader
[3rd person pov]
the small girl watched as one by one the other children were adopted, she was [full name], a small [h/c] haired, [e/c] eyed 4 year old girl, she was left there and ignored by the adults for being 'ab-normal' or 'perverted', she watched as a tall man with light blonde hair and vibrant purple eyes and a small scar across his face, he approached all the girls and then got to her.
I looked up at the tall man, he looked at me.
"what?" it didn't help that at the moment I was drawing a pitcher of a man being chopped to pieces by a naked dude.
"..." he walks over to the social worker and points to me, the grin on her face was so sickening I knew she hated me but meh, she can go fuck her self.
"[Name]! get your things and get your arse to the reception area" she glares at me, her name was Mrs. Alena she was a fat black haired bitch who made my life living hell.
"yes ma'am" I walk away and sta
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock
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