Romano x Reader: Hetalia High 8 by Master-Of-Ninjas21, literature
Literature
Romano x Reader: Hetalia High 8
Yay! Chapter 8 is up! I was totally drawing a blank on this one, but I decided to just make this whole chapter humorous. I wish I could know some guys like the Bad Touch Trio. I would DIE happy. =w=
Your POV
I stirred in my sleep and nuzzled closer to the warmth next to me. I almost opened my eyes to see whom it was whispering close to us, but I was way to fucking tired to even bother.
"Aww. Se ven tan lindos~![1] I just want to hug them and never let go!" I heard someone whisper quietly.
"Shh mon ami. We don't want to wake the sleeping lovebirds, do we? Ohonhonhonhon." Another voice responded.
"We have to do something about those two. S
Romano x Reader: I'm Glad I Moved. by Master-Of-Ninjas21, literature
Literature
Romano x Reader: I'm Glad I Moved.
"Grazie per il vostro acquisto! Vieni ancora~!"[1] I waved cheerfully to the customer as they walked out with their groceries in their hands. I smiled to myself and went back to work at the cash register. I'm so glad I moved to Italy to get a job here. The people are so always so nice. It's usually bright and sunny everyday and it just warms my heart to the very core. I reached behind me and tightened the strings on my work apron before walking away from the register to put up a few items on the shelves since the other workers were busy somewhere else in the store. I hummed softly to myself as I placed the fruits and vegetables in their right
AmericaxReader: Cheer Up! by Master-Of-Ninjas21, literature
Literature
AmericaxReader: Cheer Up!
Whoo! First request out of like...30 something done! Hahaha...haha...ha... //sob.
STARTS OFF WITH YOUR POV
"Yes. I don't understand what's wrong with him. He's just been so...down lately. I'm really worried about him (friend's name)....What?...Why would I do that?...I-I do not! Shut up!....Listen. I gotta go. I'll see you, whenever. Kay. Alright. Bye." I hung up my phone with a heavy sigh. I looked over my shoulder to see my best friend sitting on his couch. His glasses were nearly falling off his nose and his usual bright blue eyes were dull with sadness. His arms were holding his knees up to his chest and his chin rested atop them.
"Alfr