Sochi 2014 (RusAme)
The games were neck and neck, everyone on the edge of their seats and cheering on their countries. The opening ceremonies had gone smoothly, greatly pleasing the representation of Russia himself, Ivan Braginsky. He sat in his home, live footage of the games on his television while he tried to do some paperwork.
He smirked to himself as his pen glided across the paper; as long as his loud-mouthed American rival did not win, he's be happy. Of course, winning in every category possible would be great too, but Ivan could deal with ending the games empty handed as long as Alfred F. Jones did too. Oh, how he hated the other man. He made a habit of stealing a Hawaiian shirt from him whenever he was forced to visit the sleazy country just to spite his rival.
I'm freezing. That single thought continually ran through Alfred's head as he stood in front of the Russian electronics store. He rubbed his hands together and stared into th
Singles' Awareness Day (Romano X Reader)
"Buon San Valentino~" Feliciano greeted ____(y/n), kissing her cheek as he walked into the room. The mother of the Italy brothers had decided to throw a Valentines Day party, and all the countries and some good friends were invited, the ____(h/c) haired girl included. Strangely enough, the mysterious woman was nowhere to be found. She was disappointed; the witty, motherly woman was always very kind to her, even though she could be anyone else's worst nightmare.
____(y/n) was snapped out of her thoughts when a second set of lips met her cheek. She blushed, realizing it was more than likely Lovino. The ____(h/c) haired girl had a thing for the rude Italian man. He sighed and pulled away, his permanent scowl temporarily replaced with a tiny, almost invisible smile. "Ciao, ragazza." he said quietly, and she smiled at him. He blushed and looked away.
"Happy Valentines Day you two~" ____(y/n) trilled. Lovino's normal scowl reappear
That's Why (Italy X Reader)
Feliciano Vargas was a kind soul. He found the good in everyone and was always cheerful, a permanent smile on his face that could light up a room. He treated everyone nicely, even the people who treated him like dirt, and was a great cook. He could do no wrong. Maybe that was what made ____(y/n) fall for him.
Whatever it was, the girl was head-over-heels in love with the Italian, something her friends continually teased her about. She just wished she knew what Feliciano thought of her. She doubted he returned her feelings, even after her friends' assurance that he would be lucky to have her.
The Italian, meanwhile, had the same doubts. He thought the smaller girl was perfect. Her hair was a soft, silky ____(h/c), her skin a smooth ____(s/c) colour, and her eyes; well, they were a captivating ____(e/c) that never failed to leave Feliciano in a dazed stupor. She couldn't have been more beautiful, and she had a winning personality to mat
Bloody Beauty (2p! Italy X Reader)
Luciano Vargas. Everyone in the vicinity of the state of New York had heard his name. The young Italian man had made a name for himself, quickly becoming the most feared man in the state, his reputation slowly spreading out. It wouldn't be long before the rest of the country was afraid of him. Luciano loved it.
He thrived on the fear and pain, reveled in it. Seeing the horror in other's eyes made his day. It was bad, he knew; but he didn't care anymore. Not like anyone could stop him anyways. He might as well have been immortal. No one could touch him. He sat high on his bloody throne. His brother, however, knew there was one person who could make it all come tumbling down.
Her name was ____(y/n) ____(l/n), and she was Luciano's weakness. The Italian man was smitten with her. He always had at least four of his men watching her, making sure that she was safe and that Luciano was constantly updated on her condition. She knew wha
Turn Me Lose (preview) I was always hurt, always hated, ever since I was born. I don't know what I did, but whatever it was, it must've been bad. Everyone seemed to have it out for me since day one. The only one who could stand me was my father. Not that it mattered; he was rarely home anyways. Alchol and women and his job were more interesting than his child was, I guess.
I normally took comfort in my studies. My books never abandoned me. I'm sure if the could've grown legs and walked away, they would've, but thankfully, books couldn't sprout limbs at will. I thanked my lucky stars every day for that simple truth.
My father was kind enough to supply me with this 'company'. Whenever I'd finish one of my books, I'd let him know, and a new book would be waiting on the dining room table for me the next morning. He had enough insight to switch up the genres every now and then. I suppose I should be thankful I had a father like him. If he hadn't left m
Wish I Were Him
Pirate! Spain X Reader X Pirate! Romano
____(y/n) was pacing the deck, completely oblivious to the rest of la Luna Roja's crew members watching her in amusement. Everyone knew how excited she was; they were going to dock in a nameless village on a small island off the southern coast of Italy. Captain Antonio Fernández Carriedo was even more cheerful than normal, happy that his lover was happy; and Lovino Vargas, Antonio's first mate, was anxious to hurry up and dock. They were stopping in his hometown, so he could visit his family; if they were still there, at least. Lovino sighed and watched the ____(h/c) haired girl dreamily. If only she weren't the captain's.
____(y/n) was had no idea that the first mate had feelings for her, and that was fine. She was deeply in love with Antonio. They'd known each other as children, when his mother brought him to England so she could find work. The Spanish woman began working for the ____(l/n) f
~Frozen Tears~ (Belarus X Fem! Reader)
It had been a long time since the lonely Belorussian cried, and it would probably be a long time until she’d cry again, but that didn’t slow the salty tears from flowing down her cheeks. The pain, the cold; she couldn't take either of them anymore. So she fell to her knees in the bright, ever-present snow and bawled her eyes out.
Meanwhile, ____(y/n) was nervously pacing outside the meeting room, worriedly checking the clock on the wall. The meeting had started twenty minutes ago and Natalia Arlovskaya had yet to show up. Even after a fellow land mass, ‘Monika’ Vargas (she refused to tell anyone her real name, and insisted on the other nations calling her Monika instead), and Natalia’s sister had assured ____(y/n) that she was probably just having trouble with her car, the ____(e/c) eyed girl still had a nagging feeling that something was wrong.
A few minutes passed and she couldn't take it anymore. ____(y/n)
Mafia! Romano X Bad-Ass! Reader
She sat at the pub, enjoying her drink, and the company of her friend, the owner of the bar. Alistair and her had been together since they were ‘wee little ones’, as he liked to put it. He appreciated how tough she was; she was always ready for a fight, but knew when and where it was appropriate. He admired her, really. He’d happily trade one of his brothers for her in a heartbeat.
____(y/n) ____(l/n) was a bad-ass, no questions asked. The girl wore the edgiest makeup, if any at all, and kept her ____(h/c) hair pulled back in a tight bun, only her bangs hanging loose. She was never seen without her trusty bomber jacket. More often than not, her ____(s/c) knuckles were bandaged and healing due to the skirmishes she constantly got into, and her ears were lined with earrings. Lovino knew this; he’d been tracking her for years.
Over that time, he’d come to love the girl. She was strong, independent; someone who
Give Him Enough Rope He didn’t care anymore; he’d stopped caring about laws, morality. He finally felt free, doing everything without holding back or restraining himself. If only he’d been more careful; he’d given himself too much rope, and now he’d have to tie his own noose with it.
She saw him, spiraling downward at an increasing pace. His eyes burned brighter, and his hair was much messier than he’d normally allow it to be. She knew what was going on, knew it would hurt him, but every time she tried to warn him, he’d shake her off and say he’d be fine.
It started out small; throwing parties at least once a month, and that was it, but it didn’t stay there-no, that was only the beginning. Soon enough, he let fully loose, declining rapidly without caring a single bit.
He started getting into messier things; he hit up night clubs three times a week, always on Tuesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. He dra