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“…France!” France looked at you with a kind and attractive smile on his face, his shoulder-length blonde hair swaying slightly from the gentle winds that seemed to caress his face. His dazzling smile blinded you and his beautiful sea blue eyes made you feel like you were drowning. He was holding a bouquet of (f/c)(f/f)s in one hand and a heart-shaped box of the finest chocolates in the other. Despite the horrid rainy weather outside – that didn’t look like it would disappear anytime soon – he still managed to pose himself as a beacon of sunshine. You were flabbergasted. What on earth was he doing here?

“Anger is a symptom, a way of cloaking and expressing feelings too awful to experience directly – hurt, bitterness, grief and, most of all, fear. ” ― Joan Rivers A/N: This contains some swearing, because Romano. That was all. Enjoy!

South Italy -  Lovino Vargas     ___'s head was pounding so violently, she almost wished she could fall back asleep. Instead, she savored the warmth that enveloped her. She hugged into the body she was up against, burying her face in whomever's shoulder, just hoping to perhaps sleep again. A hand gripped onto her lower back, and another locked in place the same way. The male rolled over to pin ___ against the mattress, succeeding in getting her off of him.     "Why don't you just wake up all ready, idiota?!' the snide voice snapped, 'If you want breakfast, then I suggest you move your ass! The others will eat it all (especially those damn

WARNING: slight swearing! He was looking at you again. How many times had he done this today already? You could feel his red-eyed gaze fixated on you; it made you feel quite uncomfortable and your back tingle. Was it the nineteenth time? The umpteenth time? You had stopped counting when you had sat down in the classroom of your first lesson. You reached for your pocket mirror in your schoolbag and pretended to check your hairdo, whereas you were peering at the silver-haired boy sitting a few rows behind you in the classroom, between a blondie and a brown-haired boy. The last two were talking to each other in a hushed tone over the boy's

Request for lyubit! Hope you enjoy it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bad Touch Trio X Reader You sighed and walked through the halls of your 'wonderful' school, Hetalia High. You were the personification of ___(country name)__, so your boss forced you to go here. 'Great. I get to go to the place where I get to be alone sexually harassed by-' "Hey __________~," the group of men shouted towards you from your left, over the surrounding girl's voices asking - I'm sorry, begging - the members to go out with them. You heard the familiar voices and turned your head to see if you heard the voices right. Surely enough, it was th

Gilbert's P.O.V Another day of school, done. But we still failed to capture ________'s heart. We love to tease her a lot. I mean, we have been friends since middle school. But she always shuts us out. Like we're just some perverts not worth her time.... But you see... That's why we like her. She doesn't give us the time of the day. She just treats us like normal people. Not just swooning over us. Beating up other girls and calling them sluts to win our hearts. Nein, she's the girl we're after. But what she doesn't know is.. We have our ways. And today she was going to love us in one way, or another. The guys and I made an awesome plan. But