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"Why do you hang around with him, aru?" You looked at Yao, who was giving you his "You can't be serious" look "Because he's really nice" You said, a little confused Arthur snorted loudly "Are you kidding?! He killed someone because they touched his sister" He said "You're over-exaggerating!" You protested You could hardly believe that Ivan called these men his friends. All they did was talk about people he killed or hurt. You began to think that they were trying to scare you away from him, but it wasn't working. Ivan was kind and sweet ... yes, he had a dark side that people were afraid of, but he was a wonderful person. He smiled a lot

  "Lovino."   "..."   "Lovino!"   "..."   "LOVINOLOVINOLOVINOLOVINO--"   "GODDAMMIT, DON'T SHOUT IN MY EAR _____!" the fuming Italian shouted as he bolted upright from his siesta. "Ugh, stupid ragazza..."   "Don't use bad language in front of me, Lovi," you said teasingly. "And hey! I am not a stupid... whatever ragazza is!"   "I'll use bad language whenever I want! And stop calling me Lovi!" Lovino growled, and then adding, "And ragazza means girl."   "Fine," you huffed, crossing your arms as you feigned fake anger. As planned, Lovino immediately felt bad and you inwardly chuckled as he struggled with his words.   "Look, I'm sorry f

  "Hey Kiku, how would you want a girl to confess to you?" you asked nervously, fiddling with your fingers. "N-Not that I'm gonna confess to you or something, n-no! I'm just... curious, is all..."   "Oh... very werl then," Kiku said as he took a sip of his tea.   You two were sitting in Japan's house, enjoying an afternoon together since you were bored and Kiku had invited you over. You thought it was going to be a great opportunity to confess your feelings to him, but first you wanted to know how he'd want a girl to confess to him.   "Hmm... If a girl were to ever confess to me, I wourld rike it to

If there was one thing you could say with absolute certainty, it was the fact that you were completely and utterly not scary. While it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing – on the contrary, others would usually be glad to know that they didn’t frighten people - you actually took it a bit… personally, so to speak. “Romano!” you whined, limbs sprawled haphazardly across the Italian’s couch, “Why can’t I be scary!?” There was a sigh from the kitchen before your friend poked his head out from the doorway. “What are you talking about now, _____?” You mimicked his sigh. “I

Ludwig was a cute sleeper. You’d give him that. With his peaceful expression and soft snores, he resembled a giant, huggable teddy bear; the fact that his hair was down didn’t help too much either, because it only seemed to add to the adorable look. Nonetheless, even if he did resemble a teddy bear, he definitely wasn’t acting like one – on the contrary, it was you who was acting like a teddy bear. “I’m so thirsty,” you whined pitifully, squirming around in Ludwig’s strong hold. “Lemme go, Luddy! Wake up! I wanna get some water!” The German didn’t even move, earning yet an

Ludwig was sure he’d studied the book to the point where he could recite it word for word, so why, just why did he feel so nervous? Skimming through the thin pages once more, the German sighed before setting it down, blue eyes glancing at the title in neat font before sighing once again. A Guide to Relationships: Boyfriend Edition There was no way he could let anyone know that he’d been reading from this book – and not to mention, taking several notes on it – all because of a girl. But let’s face it, the girl was you and Ludwig refused to give you anything less than perfection. Thus, he bought the book for a

If there was one thing Francis Bonnefoy loved more than the world, it definitely had to be you. And also the fact that you were just too cute when you got drowsy. “You don’t have to stay awake with me, mon amour,” Francis spoke, his voice so gentle you could’ve sworn it was trying to coax you to sleep. “I’ll be finished with all this paperwork soon. Get some rest before me, oui?” “But…” A yawn broke through your voice, effectively cutting off your sentence. “…I don’t want you to be lonely…” His heart swelled at your words, a warm smile touching his l

You clenched your fists at the hem of your shirt, biting your lip as you resisted the urge. 'The urge to what?' some might ask. Well, the itch to wrap your arms around Japan's body and squeeze him until he turned blue from his lungs being crushed. Everything about him was adorable; his blank coal eyes, his cute bowl-like haircut, his rather small statue, his over-the-top politeness, his calm and shy personality, the frantic way he reacted to 'inappropriate' things, and the list goes on. Sadly, hugging was one of the things Japan deemed as 'inappropriate', and to make matters worse for you, you were an affectionate person. There was no denyin

Canada x Reader - Marry Me Love is such a mysterious thing. It can make people's hearts skip a beat in an instant. It can make you feel completely nervous and unusually giddy. It can make you fall so hard that you'd want to marry someone you know you love... ...even if you haven't talked to that person yet. ~=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*~ The smell of coffee wafted through the air as everyone in the small cafe chatted cheerfully with one another. Well--except for the young, soft-spoken Canadian named Matthew Williams, who sat in the corner all by himself that morning. He had wavy, blonde hair and violet eyes that looked sullenly out

Canada x Tsundere!Reader You sat next to your moping boyfriend, Matthew Williams. The Canadian man had recently run out of his beloved maple syrup and was as sad as Arthur when you told him his cooking tasted like a mix between dog turds and rotten spinach (O.O damn gurl). Okay, you were a little....tsundere and abrasive. You had no idea how this sweet blonde Canadian had been able to ask you out in the first place, so you were gonna be as nice as you could to your little maple loving dork. "I can go buy you some more if ya want." you said, a light blush dusting your cheeks. Matthew smiled and kissed your forehead. "You're so sweet, map