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Halfway down the hall you heard footsteps behind you and you turned around and see......
….Italy.....
You let out a sigh of relief.
At least you knew the bubbly Italian wouldn't hurt you....but you still felt the fear of the shear presence of another person...
You wanted to trust Italy, but every one you ever trusted broke you, you just couldn't let that happen again....
He smiled brightly and said "Ciao (y/n)! I came to check if you're okay! I heard Your little outburst! It scared me ~Veeeeeee!"
You couldn't help but giggle at his sing-song Italian voice (even if it was a serious topic).
But after that you sighed.....you pondered his question.
You finally said halfheartedly "No, Italy, I'm okay..."
He looked at you with a puzzled face and said "Why are you'a lyin' to me, bella?"
So he wasn't as stupid as he seemed...but that was just another reason not to trust him.....just like every one gave you a reason not to trust them.
You said to him "I'm sorry, Italy, now is just not a good time."
He frowned.
Then he laughed and said "Then let's make it a good time! We'll get some pasta!"
You burst out "NO ITALY! DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO OBLIVIUOS ALL THE TIME!??!?!?!?! I SWEAR TO GOD YOU CAN NEVER TAKE ANYTHING SERIUOSLY!!!! WHAY CAN'T YOU JUST GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD THAT I'M HAVING A REALLY BAD DAY??!?!?!?!?!?! JUST LEAVE ME AONE!!!!!!!!"
He was shocked. He was broken by your hateful words. He started to cry.
In sobs he said "I'm'a sorry bella! I was'a just'a tryin' to help!"
The reality of what you said hit you like a wall. Your ran to his side and put your arms around him.
You hushed him and said "I'm sorry Italy. I didn't mean it. It's just that..... no one ever treats me right, and I wanted to defend myself in case you started to pick on me too, just like everybody else....I don't believe you would, but I have a hard time trusting people, because everyone I've ever decided to trust has broken me down. I just wanted to get away from it all...I'm sorry Feli."
He slowed his crying. Almost stopped. Then something happened you never would have expected.
He grabbed your face and quickly pressed his lips against your in a sweet and gentle kiss. You simply melted.
He pulled away and looked into your (e/c) eyes. His Amber eyes were just as beautiful as your (e/c) ones.
He smiled and said "I love you bella, you can always trust me, no matter what."
You smiled and hugged him close.
You whispered "I love you too Feli, and thank you, for everything....."
From then on, whenever someone would pick on you, Italy would call Romano or Germany over and tell them that the bully was scaring him, and the two of you would watch and laugh as either Romano or Germany beat up the bully.
An in the end you did learn to trust.
You trusted your sweet boyfriend, Italy.
….Italy.....
You let out a sigh of relief.
At least you knew the bubbly Italian wouldn't hurt you....but you still felt the fear of the shear presence of another person...
You wanted to trust Italy, but every one you ever trusted broke you, you just couldn't let that happen again....
He smiled brightly and said "Ciao (y/n)! I came to check if you're okay! I heard Your little outburst! It scared me ~Veeeeeee!"
You couldn't help but giggle at his sing-song Italian voice (even if it was a serious topic).
But after that you sighed.....you pondered his question.
You finally said halfheartedly "No, Italy, I'm okay..."
He looked at you with a puzzled face and said "Why are you'a lyin' to me, bella?"
So he wasn't as stupid as he seemed...but that was just another reason not to trust him.....just like every one gave you a reason not to trust them.
You said to him "I'm sorry, Italy, now is just not a good time."
He frowned.
Then he laughed and said "Then let's make it a good time! We'll get some pasta!"
You burst out "NO ITALY! DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO OBLIVIUOS ALL THE TIME!??!?!?!?! I SWEAR TO GOD YOU CAN NEVER TAKE ANYTHING SERIUOSLY!!!! WHAY CAN'T YOU JUST GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD THAT I'M HAVING A REALLY BAD DAY??!?!?!?!?!?! JUST LEAVE ME AONE!!!!!!!!"
He was shocked. He was broken by your hateful words. He started to cry.
In sobs he said "I'm'a sorry bella! I was'a just'a tryin' to help!"
The reality of what you said hit you like a wall. Your ran to his side and put your arms around him.
You hushed him and said "I'm sorry Italy. I didn't mean it. It's just that..... no one ever treats me right, and I wanted to defend myself in case you started to pick on me too, just like everybody else....I don't believe you would, but I have a hard time trusting people, because everyone I've ever decided to trust has broken me down. I just wanted to get away from it all...I'm sorry Feli."
He slowed his crying. Almost stopped. Then something happened you never would have expected.
He grabbed your face and quickly pressed his lips against your in a sweet and gentle kiss. You simply melted.
He pulled away and looked into your (e/c) eyes. His Amber eyes were just as beautiful as your (e/c) ones.
He smiled and said "I love you bella, you can always trust me, no matter what."
You smiled and hugged him close.
You whispered "I love you too Feli, and thank you, for everything....."
From then on, whenever someone would pick on you, Italy would call Romano or Germany over and tell them that the bully was scaring him, and the two of you would watch and laugh as either Romano or Germany beat up the bully.
An in the end you did learn to trust.
You trusted your sweet boyfriend, Italy.
Literature
ItalyXNeko!Child!Reader- Do You Remember Anything?
Italy was walking to Germany's house as it stormed. It was late at night and he was carrying a container of warm pasta. Italy saw a scary looking man approaching and hid in the alleyway. As Italy reached the back of the alleyway her saw a wet cardboard box shudder. The box was caving in and looked huge. Italy cried out thinking it was a dog and threw his container of pasta at the box. "Don't hurt me, I'm a Virgin!" He cried out, watching as a small figure sniffed at the contain, before retreating into the box.
*YOUR P.O.V.*
You lay inside your cardboard box filthy and wet. Your head throbbed and
Literature
HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Italy!
HetliaxReader-Lost my Book-Italy has it!
You smiled to see Italy (you called him Feliciano) walking towards you, holding your diary. You were glad it's coming back to you in good hands. Italy was so sweet, and kind. You would make pasta with him when you were bored, and it was funny to watch him piss off Germany.
"Ahhh~ (your name)!" Feliciano replied, as he squeezed the book into your hands while smiling. "I have you book-a for you!"
"Thanks Feli!" you hugged the book tightly, as if it were someone you hadn't seen in a long time.
The Italian smiled, and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Do you want to go make some pasta wit
Literature
England x Reader - Not for Country
……you will surrender these too us as insurance that you will fore fill your part or the bargain we expect them to arrive on an army jeep at 5am.……
Arthur stood intransigent in the middle of the make shift army off tent. The telegram held in his hand was no more than four sentences but no less effective.
……you will surrender these things to us as insurance….
…..you will surrender these things…..
….surrender these things…..
“Sir?” the general asked waiting for Arthur’s response, for his orders to assemble these items.
“Please excuse me
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pastaaaaaaaaaaa!...ummm...yeah
anyways, here's the Italy one
if you have not read the prologue, the do so, it will make much more sense [link]<-----prologue
anyways, here's the Italy one
if you have not read the prologue, the do so, it will make much more sense [link]<-----prologue
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And in the end, Italy pulled you to the sidelines and let the other two do the work cute