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Spain X Reader- 7 Minutes in HeavenYou were at one of Alfred's parties and you were annoyed over the edge, along with Arthur. You and Arthur were dragged by the happy American to this whole thing and you two were sure not enjoying it at all. Just then a hat was showed into your face by a grinning American.
"Pick up a thing, [Name]!!!" he yelled like an idiot. You groaned, but picked something anyway, knowing that he won't give up that easy. As you picked something from the hat you saw that it is a little tomato. You're eyes wided when you saw it and you knew very well who it was.
"Hey yo!!! Antonio! [Name] got you for 7 minutes in heaven!" Alfred shouted, making you blush. You see, you had a huge crush on the hot Spaniard, but you were to shy and in a simple word, a tsundere, to admit your feelings to him. You were much like Romano, tsundere, stubborn and a foul mouthed girl. You were pulled out of your thoughts when someone tapped your shoulder, it was Antonio!
"Hello there, chica~...Lets go!~" he said with a charming
England X Reader- American like confessionYou were on your way to your friend, Arthur or like you loved to call him, Iggy. You loved to go to his house with your skateboard. Well, you loved to go on your skateboard everywhere. The true was that you loved your British friend with al of your heart, but you and him were like chocolate and vanillia; fire and water. Strange is that you two understood each other very well, even thought you were opposites of him.
After a long way, you finally reached his house. It was a very sunny day, so he would normally be in his garden or on his porch drinking tea and reading a book. You looked everywhere, but he wasn't anywhere in sight. Maybe he was at the store or God knows where. It was weird that you hoped he wouldn't be with a girl. Looks like someone is jelly, huh? You were going to face palm yourself when you heard a familiar voice. It was Arthur! The question was where was he?
"Up here, love!" you looked up and saw him on the balcony taking care of his flowers. Damn! You forgot that he h
2P!England x Reader- getting togetherParty and rockin' on was what you loved. You never did something if you didn't wanted. Been yourself was the trick that helped you go in life. Right now you were again at Al's crazy partys. He may be a douche and a jackass most of the times, but it was fun hanging out with him and seeing him been beat up by his Canadian brother. You always wondered how this two could live together and in the same house. Taking a shot from your beer and cheering you saw a boy on the couch, sulking in depression.
If you couldn't tolerate something, then drespression was it. You were cheer-full, easy going and confident. Drepression was your worst enemy and seeing others sad and down wasn't something easy. Headstrong like you were, you walked to the boy, then you recognized him. It was Oliver from your cooking class and also Al's and Matt's cousin.
"Hey Olie!" you yelled with happiness in his voice. He looked at you and from what you could tell he was trying to hide his sad face with one of his happy grin
Hetalia Paint It White! Script 2America: Okay dude's its time to kick ass! As the heroes we'll intercept their lame attack with mad skills.
America: Oh Crap!
Russia: Ha ha ha.. Now you can see what happens when you play with big unstable guns..... Or Maybe Not
China: We will stop them at Red Cliffs! ... Suck Ball! I knew fortune cookie was full of bad lie.
England: Bastards! You're dealing with a former pirate now!
France: What kind of bland is not a crime? Why do you not express any kind of individuality. Unfortunately trying to make me bland is unforgivable, so consider yourself Punished...... Noo!!
Germany: Do not allow them to come anywhere close to us. Understood?
German Men: Understood
Germany: Here they come.......
Italy: Germany! Germany! I know I say this alot, but this time i really mean it! Please Germany! Help Me! Help me! Help me! Help me!
German Man: Germany! We got trouble! The Enemy is attacking!
Germany: Ah! Why!?
America Boss: It sounds like those pranksters in Hawaii
2P!England x Reader- Mad in LoveSighing and wondering why you were going to this party. Oh yes! Because your good friend Oliver begged you to come. It was a halloween party at school and everyone was coming, even you. At first you wanted to dress in something scary, but Oliver bought you a costume. It was an Alice in Wonderland dress. You wanted to refuse, but knowing your over happy friend, he was more likely to cry for refusing his gift. You loved him, more than a friend and the thought of you two together as a couple made your heart flutter.
“I don’t understand what you see in the, cupcake freak.” Al told you as you walked with him and his brother to the party. You sometimes asked yourself why, but never found the answer. Maybe it was his cheer-full attitude or the way he was dressing.
Al was dressed as Freddy from Nightmare on elm street and Matt, his brother as Jason from Friday the 13th. You couldn’t help, but to chuckle at the way they dressed. It was very ironically. As you three enter
Italy X Reader- More than a best friend
You were walking to Italy's place to spend time with him, after all he was your best friend and beyond cute to refuse him. He always made you laugh with his cute behaviors. You still didn't understand why Germany was so stressed with him. Alright, maybe sometimes Italy was to loud and hyper, but it wasn't a reason to hate or ignore him. You finally reached his house and knocked on the door. The door opened to revel Italy's brother, Romano.
"Hi there, Romano!" you said with a smile. Romano just sighed in annoyance. Don't get it the wrong way, he liked you, but sometimes you were too much like the hyper Italian.
"Hey fratello bastardo! [Name] is here!" Romano yelled and Italy appeared in a second.
"Ve~...[Name]! I'm so happy that you're here!~" with that said he gave you a tight hug in which you returned. Romano just rolled his eyes and you giggled.
"So, Italy....What are we going to do today?" you asked him with a big happy grin.
"Ve~...Lets cook some pasta and maybe after that play out
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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