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A Flowery Love Note- FelicianoxReader

There she goes again…

She walked gracefully through the streets, as if her feet were as light as air. Her luscious (y/c) locks shined in the sun and I wished I could reach out and touch… but…
I didn’t know her, and neither did she know me.

I watched her walk down to her favorite spot in the park and sit as she sipped on her tea, her cute little mittened hands gripping the small thermos. She then smiled as she enjoyed the scenery, which made me look around just so I could see what she was looking at.

Winter was finally receding, and the park was showing some evidence of the fact, with little spurts of bright green

Accents :ItalyXReader:"Veh~ I'll be right over, (name)! Give-a me ten minutes! Ciao!"

Your lips spread into a pleased smile as you hung up the phone, gazing around your kitchen with hope. It was well known throughout your circle of friends that cooking and you had a love-hate relationship—food loved to burn under your not-so-watchful eyes, and you hated every notion of having to prepare meals for someone other than yourself.

However, today would be different. A good friend of yours had promised to come over in an attempt to assist you concoct the easiest of dishes (or so he proclaimed) in the world—pasta.

You weren't that surprised, considering it w

Neko!RomanoxReader requestToday was supposed to be a normal day.

I planned on spending a nice, quiet day home, alone with my favorite book. Is that too much to ask?

Apparently so, because just as I sat down, I heard a knock at the door. I went to go answer it…

No one was there.

Damn Pranksters, I thought to myself as I started to close the door. Then I felt a tug at my pants.

"Meow."

I looked down and there was an adorable little kitty at my feet in a basket. Naturally I went to pick it up.

"OH MY GOD!! YOU'RE SO CUTE!!!!" I cried, rubbing my face against his.

The cat didn't seem to like this. He let out a warning growl and nearly scrat

Italian Stereotypes..

"Feliciano can I ask you a question?"

A happy-go-lucky italian lifted his head from his bowl of pasta to see his friend (your name) using his computer.

"(N)-(Your name)!? How'd you ah get in my house-"

"Are Italian's all loud?"

Feliciano looked almost offended.

"N-no. Bu-but why are you-"

"Is it true most to all italians are fat and hairy?"

The italian man's eyes widened. His brows then made a depressed look.

"No (Your name)! See! Look at me!"

(Your name) turned to see her italian friend point to himself, and taking a look at hm she knew that wasn't true. Well..for him at least.

"Is that all (your name)? I would like to-"

(Y

How to say 'I Love You' [ North Italy x Reader ]

Ring ring ring

"Urgh..."

Ring ring ring

"Mmmph... stupid sounds, why won't you shut up...?"

Ring ring ring

"Five... more minutes..."

Ring ring ring

"Okay, okay! I'll get up if you just shut up already, stupid clock!" You cried before realizing you had been talking to an inanimate object. Sighing to yourself, you pressed the off button on your alarm clock and held your face in your hands.

"I honestly wonder sometimes if I'm going mad..." You mumbled, shaking your head. As you groggily tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes, a sudden voice caught you off guard.

"Vee~ _____, you're finally up! I was wondering when y

Nutella. - Italy x Reader."Vee~ (Name)! Do you know where the Nutella is?"

The Italian was closing in.

Hurriedly, you hid the Nutella behind you, closing the cap.

"Mmm," you hummed. "Nope."

Feliciano looked at you suspiciously. "You were just eating it, weren't you!?"

"N-N-"

"You don't have to lie! I see it! You didn't wipe the Nutella off your mouth!"

"What! My flawless steal has been revealed?!" You took the napkin closest to you and wiped the Nutella off the corner of your mouth.

"Now," Feliciano closed in, binding your movement by locking your wrist - his brown, hazel eyes dazzled into your own. "Where is the Nutella?"

"As much as I love you, Feli." You p

Pasta Time! Italy x Reader"Italy?" you called, seeing the bubbly Italian always made you happy, and you could use a little something to brighten up your day. He turned to you, his normally closed eyes open and tearing up. "Italy! What's wrong?" you asked putting a hand on his shoulder, suddenly worried about your friend. Although he looked like he was about to speak, all that he could manage was a slight whimper and the escape of a few tears. Quickly you hugged him, "It's okay, Italy. Want to come to my house and have pasta? Pasta always makes you feel better, right?"

He nodded, a small smile back on his lips, "S-Si."

So you led him to your house, with an arm around

Italy x Reader - Mia Margherita

Italy x Reader - Mia Margherita

Daisy, daisy,
Give me your answer, do;
I'm half crazy
All for the love of you...

You and your boyfriend Feliciano were sitting on a hill, pointing out the various shapes that both of you could see in the clouds.

"Ve~! Bella, that cloud looks-a like a cute little kitty cat!" Feliciano said.

"It sure does, Feli," you said, finding the cloud he was pointing at. "Oh, that one over there looks like Romano!" You giggled after you said that.

"Ve~! Si, it-a does look-a like mio fratello, _________."

You sighed happily. You and Feliciano had been dating for about ten months, and it seemed to be going smoothly s

Jealous!ItalyxReaderxRomano~Request You sat there patiently, trying to mantain the straight face you had to use for the upcoming picture. Yes, finally! Today was the day you actually got your passport! Once it was completed, the hardest part came. Deciding where you wanted to go. It sounded a little dumb to you at first, but you saved up enough money to practically go anywhere, so you were already in a good position. After the woman took your photo, you gladly sat there quietly, restraining your face and smiling so your laugh lines were more visable now. It was the, you heard the swift buzzing of your celluar device, and scanned it without further ado.
You had multiple texts f

Hetalia ItalyxReader - Stuck In a Box

". . . Ready or not, here I come!"

At one of Alfred's parties, we all decided to play hide and seek, Alfred, of course, being "it". I ran into one of the back rooms, spotting an unlocked footlocker. After stepping inside it and making myself comfortable, I closed the lid, being careful not to lock it.

Several minutes passed, and I wasn't found by anyone else. A few moments later, I heard someone frantically stagger into the room, closing the door behind them. There was a short pause before the lid to the footlocker opened, leaving me exposed. I wasn't caught, though, because the person standing before me was my cute little red-headed Ita

RomanoxReaderxItaly: Just Hair

You moaned as the sound of your cell phone went off. Grumbling about how stupid people can be and how impolite it was to call at 3 o'clock in the morning you stumbling around your room trying to find your phone.
"Who is it?" you asked completely out of it.
"_-_________!"
For a moment you didn't recognize the voice, but that accent you could defiantly place, "Italy? What on earth are you doing calling at three?"
"R-Romano and I need your hel-ahhhhhh!"
You heard a voice in the background, "Hang up the damn phone idiota!"
"B-but fratello, _________ can help us ah ah ah ah ah!!"
"Italy, are you alright?" you asked into the phone, "Italy? I

Accents - Canadaxreader"Hey, Mattie..." You said, trying not to giggle.

"Y-yes, ______?"

"Could you uh... Could you read off this list of words for me?"

Canada took the list of words of from you and looked over them. He looked confused. "These aren't difficult words or anything..." he thought to himself. But he figured he'd humor you .

If he only knew...

"About" he started, raising a brow at the giggling girl.

"Sorry." you said, answering his silent question. "Continue, please."

"Um... Okay. 'against'."

She chuckled a little louder at this. The usually patient Canadian was starting to get a little irritated, but you motioned for him to continue.

"Um... Lav

Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Italy

You Reach into the hat, swirling your hand around to mix up the items. You then feel for the nearest thing to your hand, and pull out a mushroom. "Umm, a mushroom? Who would put that in here?"

"Ohh! That's-a me-a!" I have such good luck, getting such a pretty girl!" Italy jumped of the couch and grabbed your hand, excitedly dragging you into the closet.

America followed you two over and began closing the door. "Have fun you two! Remember, only seven minutes now." He smiled as he shut the door completely and locked it from the outside.

Italy gave you no time at all before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you square o

Europe Skies - Italy x Reader

Now I'm home, but I cannot stay
I dream of you every day
Got to know every inch of you
Will you make my dream come true?

Italy looked around his home, his brother, Romano, was at Spain's, so he had the house to himself. He felt that he couldn't stay, his beloved was not here, so why should he stay? His usual cheery smile was gone at the thought of her not being here next to him. Her lovely (h/c) hair, which went perfectly with her (s/c) skin and bright (e/c) eyes. His mind always led of to his dream world where she waited for him. His only dream was to be with her, in the real world

There's no place like home they say
You're my home, so hea

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Jealousy- ItalyxReader

by =kushamisaru, Dec 19, 2012, 4:43:38 PM
Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Romance

_________ sat silently fuming behind the blissfully unaware Italian. He made it look so easy; like it was nothing. How did he do it? How was every fucking thing he drew a masterpiece?!

"GAAAAAAAH!" She yelled, throwing her paintbrush down in frustration. "FUCK THIS SHIT!"

Italy jumped, startled. "Ahh! D-don't scream out of nowhere like that, _______!"

_________ sighed in guilt. "I'm sorry, Feliciano. It's just… what's the use? I'll never be a good artist."

Italy looked at the girl sympathetically, approaching her so he could see her picture. "Aw, come on, _______!" He chirped, actually opening his eyes so he could see the picture. "I'm sure it's not… Oh…"

"LOOK, NOT EVERYONE CAN BE AN AWESOME ARTIST LIKE YOUR MARIO-AND-LUIGI ASS!"

"Gah! I didn't say it was bad! M-maybe… you could say it's abstract?"

________ slumped. "It doesn't matter how you look at it, it sucks. Thanks for trying to teach me, Feliciano, but I'm just not cut out to be an artist…" She got up to leave, but he took her hand to stop him.

"Come on, _____. You can't just give up!" He said cheerily.

"Then what should I do?" She asked, obviously annoyed.

"You can let me help you! Just start drawing, and I'll watch."

"Uh… okay?" _______ she deadpanned. She picked up the brush and began to draw again. It wasn't long before she made another mistake.

"No, like this…" He said, taking his hand in hers. Suddenly her heart rate skyrocketed and her face turned bright red.

"See?" He said happily when he let go, causing her hand to feel cold.

"Y-yeah…" She mumbled.

Then she got an idea. She made another mistake.

"Oops!"

"That's okay, you can fix that like this!" He chimed, taking her hand in his.

______ proceeded to make several mistakes, loving the feeling of Italy's hand on hers, loving the closeness it caused.

Finally, the drawing was complete.

"W-wow…" She admitted.

"See? I told you you could do it!"

For all intents and purposes, this was another Italy painting. But ______ couldn't help but feel proud that her hands created such a beautiful piece… even if they were being guided.

"You were right!" She cried, pulling him into a hug. He happily returned the gesture.

"Thank you so much!" ____________ continued. Without thinking, she pressed her lips to his.

Oh, but she certainly thought about it after it was done. She let him go and backed away, blushing furiously.

"I-I'm sorry… I don't know what came over me…"

"It's okay, _____! I liked it!"

___________ looked at him in disbelief. "Y-you did?

"Yeah! In fact… can I have another?"

Jealousy wasn't an issue after that day.

Jealousy- ItalyxReaderby =kushamisaru

Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Romance

Hmm... well, other than the fact that it's way under my 1000 word minimum that I set for myself, I like this.

I really wanted to write a story for Italy, since he was my first Hetalia crush. It has nothing to do with the fact that I posted a Germany fic before this... >.>

Hope you enjoyed!