ItalyxReader: Notebook Entries by mamoru14, literature
Literature
ItalyxReader: Notebook Entries
“Ve . . . W-where’s Bella?”
Feliciano Vargas walked around the school looking for (Name). It was after school and she suddenly disappeared into thin air. He was a little worried about that, since it’s been happening a little more often recently. But Feliciano was more worried that she wasn’t telling him about it.
He looked around, seeing the people in the halls, but not (Name). He looked in the library and finally found her sitting at a table, scribbling into that notebook. “Ciao, Bella~!”
“Eh . . .?” (Name) looked up, and closed the notebook in a flash. “Hi, Feliciano, how are y
ItalyxReader: On the Abandoned Streets of Venice by mikmik121, literature
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ItalyxReader: On the Abandoned Streets of Venice
As you walked down the abandoned streets of Venice, you saw shadows in homes lining the streets, all celebrating merrily and happily. Since the local festivities died down, you have been wandering the streets on your way back home to ultimately be slaved around by your parents once more.
It was a miracle you had even been able to be let outside this late at all. Maybe because the festivals have been going on they allowed you more leash. Music filled the air, probably some of the richer holding masquerade balls currently letting out fresh music.
As you continued to the bigger homes, you could hear the music playing, the people's laught
Italy x Reader ~ White Flag by AkitaSadure, literature
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Italy x Reader ~ White Flag
White Flag
You sighed, squeezing the hand of the copper-haired man as you lay on the hospital bed. He was sobbing.
-Feli, it's fine. You said this over and over again, but both of you knew they were sweet nothings.
-B-But, ______, you're hurt! Wounded! Badly! All because of me! H-How are we supposed to--- Mmmf!
He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence as you pulled his face, covered in sweat, dust and tears and lay your lips on his. You knew it. It didn't need to be said out loud.
But it HAD to be done.
It was war. Great war. Between the Axis and the Allies. As you were part of the Axis, you had to join. But it wasn't as if
N.ItalyxReader: With Love From Italy 3 by HetaliHero, literature
Literature
N.ItalyxReader: With Love From Italy 3
3: The Older Vargas
Flashbacks of Feliciano begging me to speed past the posted limit swarmed my head as I noticed the speedometer on Lovino's car. Sure enough, he was speeding, but it wasn't to the point where I felt like my skin was going to fly off my face. I looked at his facial expressions closely, noticing how he never really smiled. He had that same grumpy look the entire drive, even when I tried talking to him. I wanted to get to know the man, considering he was Feliciano's brother. However, how the conversation started was a tad awkward. I was, in a way, analyzing him. He did look like Feliciano more in the flesh, than when I saw hi
Notes:
-- Woot! Third ending, and only one more to do *does victory dance of victory* Romano will be last!~ ^^ This chapter has a serious makeout session, so be ready for it XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or You*
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You opened your eyes to see purple leaning towards pink ones gazing back at you with a soft expression. "Italy?" you wondered aloud, looking down at the man as he pulled back two pieces of the rope, his knife in hand. When you looked at the knife, you noticed the deep crimson fluid on the blade, starting to dry and get a little flaky; he must have found it from when Canada ripped it out of his arm.
"Si," he spoke quietly
Bleeding Love 2p!ItalyxReader (late birthday gift) by NostaligicDreamer, literature
Literature
Bleeding Love 2p!ItalyxReader (late birthday gift)
¨You are never allowed to see the young boy ever again! Do you hear me? ¨ your mother roared as you sobbed in your hands. She had caught you kissing Feliciano, the school´s bad boy, in your house. Your mother was super pissed to see you, the school´s best student, with a delinquent like him. You shook your head.
¨No! You can´t tell me what to do! I love him! ¨ you screamed back. She looked at you in surprise. You would barely raise your voice for anything. You were always so calm, quiet, and polite.
¨Look at what he did to you! He made you into a delinquent too! ¨ She exclaimed. Anger flashed in
Italy x Reader. Burned the Pasta by Skitsophraniac, literature
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Italy x Reader. Burned the Pasta
You quickly tossed the pot of over cooked noodles out the window, all you hopes of being a good girlfriend getting tossed out with it. This was not good. Italy would be home any second now, and we he saw how the kitchen looked....well, let's just say he's rather sleep on the couch than in the bed with you.
On the stove was a pan of pasta. Pasta was usually cooked in pots of boiling water, but you wanted to experiment. Sadly, all your experiment gave you was a lesson in life and a bowl of somehow burned pasta.
You slammed the pot on the counter, your stomach twisting into nots uncomfortably at your boyfriend's reaction when