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_________ 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.
"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.
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Italy X Reader Jealousy
Feli. Moaning. Panting. Whimpering. All that so helplessly that it was straight adorable. But unfortunately, the poor guy was in pain, having a terrible, throbbing headache at the moment. He didn't even get out of bed that day, and since Ludwig had work to do, so the heroic act of babysitting hungover Feli was given to you to perform.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, you stroked his cheek and played with his hair gently, since he said it helped him to feel better. "How did you end up like this?" You wondered, not really expecting him to answer, since he was so half dead. "We were..." He started speaking softly and weakly, forcing out those sm
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Jealousy: Germany x Reader
Germany watched silently as you tended to the scabbed knee of a crying Italy, his baby blue eyes narrowing slightly. "It's going to be okay, Italy," you said gently, rubbing medicine on to the wounded knee and placing a smiley-faced band-aide on top of it.
A soft smile curled your lips upward as Italy stopped crying, inspecting the now treated knee with wonder clear in his eyes. "See? All better now." You patted Italy’s shoulder and was instantly enveloped into a hug of gratitude, one you responded to after a moment of shock had passed.
Turning away from the sight, Germany clenched his hands into tight fists, his body nearly trembling
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ItalyxReader: Sunburnt
"Al...I don't like the beach..." You murmured as you crawled into the shade of the beach umbrella he had set up. "The sun is annoying, the sand is annoying, the kids are annoying, the water is annoying, etcetera."
America grinned, crossing his arms across his perfectly toned beach-body and shook his head,"Tsk, tsk my little ___________. Don't you want to tan up at least like most other girls?" He outstretched his arm, showing a beach full of various young adult girls and women stretched out on beach towels, their eyes shut and resting comfortably.
Shaking your head, you lay back on your own, completely covered by the sh
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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!
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!
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Well... The fan fiction isn't lying, but it is at the same time. I'm an amazing manga artist, but I suck at painting... I just need to practice more!!!
BTW, I loved it! ^w^
BTW, I loved it! ^w^