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Germancest - Home is where the heart lies (1/2)
Ludwig was currently reading a novel he had bought over in America during his business trip. It was Alfred’s turn to hold the world meetings in his country and most of the nations had to stay there for at least a month or so, depending on what worldly problems they were discussing at each meeting.
The German heaved a heavy sigh as he continued tapping his finger rather impatiently on the armrest he shared with the person to his right, as he was sitting by the window.
He wished he could’ve taken the private jet from his home country but no, he thought he could feel more like the average Joe who would take an ordinary plane with
I Must Be Crazy -Itacest-*I'm going to use names rather than calling them North and South Italy. xD
North Italy: Feliciano
South Italy: Romano
Part I: Romano's POV
I watched as my brother emerged from our bedroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a fist. He yawned rather loudly, and I rolled my eyes, noting how unnatural it sounded.
Of course, Feliciano is a pretty unnatural person. Not only does he have a high voice and a girlish personality, but he lives off pasta, and his most overused word is 'vee'. I chuckled to myself, turning back to the pasta I was stirring for my little brother as
Romano X reader
"Hey guys! It's time for seven minutes in heaven! It's been such a long time! I hope you all are ready!"
America gave a thumbs up to the crowd. You stood in embarrassment, this was your first time coming to a party, and you only came because your friend made you.
"Since you're one of the only ladies here, why d-don't you go? I'd rather not...b-be stuck in a closet with a boy..."
Canada said shyly.
You walked up the the enormous hat and reached in.
You felt a furry, irregular shape; it was a fake mustache.
"Hey-a that's me..."
Romano blushed and looked at you.
You smiled and walked toward him timidly.
"You two have fun no
Austria x Male!Reader: A Soldier's Confession
Rain spattered against the muddy earth as weak fires flared in tents. Soldiers huddled together speaking in their native tongues. A few stood out in particular but no one paid them any attention as they closed their tents and secluded themselves from the rest of the world. The air was cold as the night grew. Soldiers that stood under trees for protection, shivered with regret as the cold air froze their breath and numbed their fingers.
One of the guards stood near the camp's exit, away from everyone else and busied with his own thoughts. Your Austrian uniform marked you and your brothers' one of the welcomed peoples within the camp. Your [ha
Hotness (Pervy AustriaXReader)Two things and two things only occupied Roderich Edelstein's mind.
One of them was of course his beloved piano, the one he played to pieces whenever he had the chance. He loved the feeling of the ebony and ivory under his fingers, the reverberating chimes that surrounded him.
The other was you. Not that you knew of course, but your denseness was something that he adored as well. Whenever he played his instrument, the reason he was so absorbed by it was simple; when he played, he imagined you under his fingers.
His imagined versions of your moaning, trembling for him as he moved his hands over the keys were so real to him. That was the rea
The moon glows vividly, strung up by invisible strings in the clear, inky sky; the moon’s glow washes the world in a silvery tint, highlighting glossy surfaces and shadowing others. Businesses stand vacant and dark against the moonlit sky; homes are ablaze with lights in nearly every window: some curtains are drawn, others are not. Passing by inviting and wide-open windows, you can see the inhabitants of the homes, all happy and together without a care in the world, especially not for streetwalkers who are roaming by the nightlights such as yourself. But the real problem is that you have no other choice: you’re helplessly lost
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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