Of Tomatoes and Rain (Romano x Reader) Part 1 by xliberteax, literature
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Of Tomatoes and Rain (Romano x Reader) Part 1
warning: well, we all know how our little romano likes to cuss. so, there's quite a bit of language.
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You shivered in cold and gritted your teeth, pedaling wildly on your bicycle.
Droplets of relentless rain were pattering on your back, soaking your school uniform thoroughly, and you cursed under your breath as you lifted a hand to block the rain from pelting in your eyes. It was just so dark, and stormy, and you were going to be late.
Only the flowers at the back of your bicycle stayed intact, covered by a layer of protective plastic and blooming in sharp colour. You were going to visit a friend who’d fallen ill and was bedridden
(Italy X Reader) New Boyfriend by onakohrs24, literature
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(Italy X Reader) New Boyfriend
NOTE: Hope you guys like it! (b/n)-Boy name
---Reader POV---
You were getting ready to meet up with (b/n), your boyfriend, when you got a text. You instantly grabbed your phone thinking that it was him asking you if you were ready yet....Well you got part of it right......it was him…...but he wasn’t asking you if you were ready…...the text read:
(Y/n), I know we had a date planned for today but I can’t see you anymore…. I have fallen in love with someone else. Bye.
At first you didn’t understand. You re-read it a few more times trying to realize what he said. Finally, when you understood what he mea
Silence {Romano x Reader} by MoonlightEngel, literature
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Silence {Romano x Reader}
Silence {Romano x Reader}
Stop me, say you wanna stop me.
Say you wanna stop me now.
‘So this is how it is now’ The staggeringly depressing situation revolving around you hung heavy upon your shoulders as you watch Lovino, your boyfriend of two years leave for work. Not a single goodbye or kiss was shared, just a glance. The look in his eyes told you what his mouth couldn’t. He was sick. Sick of you. Both of you knew this unspoken cry, but neither of you had the gall to say it out loud, the mutual fear of being alone again tethering you down together. When you first began dating, you two were the hopelessly in love. ‘
Italy x Reader: Lost In Translation by azumariko, literature
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Italy x Reader: Lost In Translation
Alternative title: My Hovercraft Is Full Of Eels
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It was a normal day in (city). The sun was shining, a light summer breeze shook the trees oh-so slightly. The birds were tweeting and...
... And there were tourists at every corner.
___ wasn't all that fond of them. They were slow at saying what they wanted, sometimes they didn't even come with a phrasebook - they just turned up and expected you to understand their native language.
The French had a tendency to do that (AN: sorry if you're french, but french tourists where I'm from usually get really offended when you say you don't speak french nor have a wish to do so xD).
Seeing as you
I'm Sorry; drabble
Italy x Reader
"I can't go on anymore, (y/n)," Feliciano choked as he averted his eyes.
You remembered this incident as clear as day. The street light buzzed and flickered. It completely turned off, instantly rendering the street in darkness before lighting back up.
The light illuminated the features of his face. His eyes were sympathetic, but his mouth was firm. You reached out towards him, but your legs wouldn't budge. The silhouette of Feliciano's back became smaller, and soon he disappeared into the dark.
"I'm sorry."
You wished you checked if you still had spaghetti in the fridge.
Romano x Child Reader Goodbye Papa Romano by AngelsRainbowCross, literature
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Romano x Child Reader Goodbye Papa Romano
It was a miracle that the child survived. All alone and abandoned as a baby crying at the footsteps of Romano’s house. He was shocked and angry at first but took the baby in nevertheless. “Brother who is this bambina? Why is she crying? Ve? Ve?” Romano’s younger brother, Italy or Feliciano, asked. “None of your business idiota! Just go hang out with that potato bastard already!”
Romano ran to his room with the baby girl still in his hands and locked the doors behind him. He looked at the crying baby and tried to soothe her to the best of his abilities. She stopped crying. Romano thought she was su
RomanoxReader The Phone Call by AngelsRainbowCross, literature
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RomanoxReader The Phone Call
“(y/n)! (y/n)! Where are you?” Romano yelled. Geez. Where the [bleep] hell is she?
I stomped down to the kitchen and found her talking to someone.
“Hey, who are you talk-” I was cut off when I heard who she was talking to.
“I think it’d be really nice if you’d come over Ludwig.”
She’s talking to that [bleep] potato bastard?!
“Feli can come over too!”
My bastard brother too? Not on my watch! I scurried over and snatched the phone from her hands.
“Romano w-”
“Look you [bleep] potato bastard. You have no right to be talking to my beautiful wife you [bleep
Singing in the rain Italy x Reader by Midnight-Oaths, literature
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Singing in the rain Italy x Reader
Italy is on his way to (Y/N)'s house. She is a fellow country which is called (C/N), but she is also a good friend of his, but he wishes it could be more. He tried flirting and being sweet, but he is not sure if she gets it or if she likes him more than a friend. He tried flowers, he gave her pasta and took her to pretty place, including Venice. But she didn't tell him that she loves him, but she does give mixed signals. So the young Italian is a bit confused about it. So he decides to try again, this time in a song. A love song to be specific. He hopes she would love him.
Meanwhile (Y/N) is in her living room with Romano. They were hanging
RomanoxReader ~ Wine on Christmas Eve by SherlockedHazza, literature
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RomanoxReader ~ Wine on Christmas Eve
Watching you dance your heart out in the streets of Milan from his balcony, Lovino Vargas rested his chin in the palm of his hand and sighed at how marvelous you looked down there. Tonight was Vigila di Natale, also known as Christmas Eve, and everyone was out in the streets celebrating despite the small amount of snow that had fallen the previous day. People were out dancing, singing, eating and of course drinking.
Lovino wasn't much of a party person to be begin with and besides, he liked leaning over his balcony and watching what people were up to. The city at night was such a beautiful thing to see with all of its lights and music. But t
Italy x Reader: Tears River by TomatoNebula, literature
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Italy x Reader: Tears River
“Every kiss on the cheek he gave me, every hug, every smile. I want to remember it all...”
Category: Fluff/Angst
Word Count: 2411
Imagine every tear that you cried. Every little drop was to accumulate, and to be amplified into a river. A river of tears. Despite rivers being fresh water, would your Tears River be bitter?
That’s what I was busy thinking about as I reminisced, looking through photo albums. All of them, capturing different stages of my relationship with him. I love him, I really do. Even after we ended our romance, I couldn’t forget about him. I told him that we’ll be friends after we brok