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You stood before your antique mirror, your best friend goggling at you. You looked amazing, anyone would see that. Why couldn't you? "I don't know..." You said. You had always felt so insecure about your looks, even with your Hungarian friend always there praising you with how nice you looked. "Oh shush, (Y/N). You look great! Everything goes perfect together." It was true. You were wearing a Twilight blue gown that went down to your ankles and a pair of silver, strapless heels. Your (H/L),(H/C) hair was tied up into a messy, yet perfect bun that oddly flattered and framed your face. To top it all off, when the light shines down on you just

A/N: Over used title is over used. Felt like writing this after a conversation with a friend. Enjoy~! ~*~*~*~*~*~ My body ached, every limb hurt and screamed with ever slow step I took as I got closer to my goal. My feet throbbed in the high heels I wore, and my skin would give off chilled goose bumps with every burst of cold summer wind. The breeze caused a shutter and a muffled squeal to erupt from my chapped lips as it drifted up the skirt of my dress. I bit my lower lip and went on with my slow limp like trot to my destination. I was not going to walk home. Not at this hour and when I lived so far away. Instead I was going to turn to a

                                                                 Germany X reader                                                            For better or for Wurst _______________________________________________________________________________________________________   The day had finally come, the day of yours and Ludwig's wedding. All the guests were at their respectful seats, and were anxiously waiting for you to walk down the isle. Ludwig was the main person who wanted to see you. 'vhere is she? Everyvone's vaiting...' he thought as he scanned the room. Everything was in place, but his brother was missing. He knew why though, Gilbert

You stood alone, off to the side of the dance floor, people watching. You were a relatively new country, and for the most part the other countries ignored you. It wasn't as if you were lonely or anything-or so you told yourself to keep from crying. However it would be nice to have someone to talk to for a while. But you refused to dwell on that. You simply continued to watch the other countries as they enjoyed the party. Watching the others smile and laugh and talk made you feel less alone, and brought a small, sad smile to your face. You watched as England tried to get America to behave like a gentleman, though how England figured strangli

Now you were standing in front of your friend’s house, Lovino’s house. He had texted you, telling you to come over and had a share of Antonio’s tomatoes. You rang his bell for times and he didn’t answer. You were not in the mood today actually. You were still tired of what you had yesterday and you really wanted a nice break and sleep after that but then he texted you.   Yes, you could have refused it and went to sleep, but having a small crush on this grumpy Italian man made you go to his house. So even though you grumbled along the way to his house about how he disturbed your break, you still drove your car to his ho

I huffed out a tired breath; class was H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E! Today was a Monday, not just that, but the first day back to school from break. A nice, two week long holiday break. But here I am now, forced to stare out a dark window at 7:47 am during my first class of the day. The teacher was up front, franticly trying to teach but no one was listening to him. The class was just jabbering away, talking and talking ever so rudely to the poor teacher. I just put my cheek in the palm of my hand and dazed out. My mind traveled back to the sweet days when I would sleep in, and be lazy. Even if my friend Ludwig would get upset at that, I ignored him ove

    .:Love Is War:. Romano x Tsundere! Reader There is little bit of swear but they are censored or in Italian. This is a contest entry for =HetaliaDeathCandy (https://www.deviantart.com/hetaliadeathcandy) ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Now there's no where to go In the heat of this love AHH... You were at your house aimlessly staring at the ceiling,listening to any song that was on your playlist. Did you take it too far when you yelled at Romano. You can still remember his face. It wasn't one of hate or anger but one of betrayal, hurt, and pain. ~FLASHBACK~ "Stupid" "Bastarda" "Idiota" "Screw you" "I bette

Romano x Reader You gasped in awe, you were finial in Italy. The sun’s rays kissing your skin, the smell of fresh baked bread, it was like a dream. But it was so much better. Your feet made little clacking sounds as you walked across the cobble stone roads, and you very much enjoyed this. Back in (country name) the air was old and recycled by the factories that plagued the small town in which you lived. So coming to Italy was a breath of fresh air, in more ways than one.   You and your boyfriend had spent years saving up for this trip. But you to had a falling out, it was over something stupid. You were accused of cheating on him. Bu