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"Vee~ (Name)! Do you know where the Nutella is?"
The Italian was closing in.
Hurriedly, you hid the Nutella behind you, closing the cap.
"Mmm," you hummed. "Nope."
Feliciano looked at you suspiciously. "You were just eating it, weren't you!?"
"N-N-"
"You don't have to lie! I see it! You didn't wipe the Nutella off your mouth!"
"What! My flawless steal has been revealed?!" You took the napkin closest to you and wiped the Nutella off the corner of your mouth.
"Now," Feliciano closed in, binding your movement by locking your wrist - his brown, hazel eyes dazzled into your own. "Where is the Nutella?"
"As much as I love you, Feli." You paused, fidgeting to continue. "I will not give up protecting my Nutella."
"Well then," Feliciano sat down on your lap. "Guess we're taking the hard way out of this, aren't we."
"Maybe." You replied mockingly.
"Once I find that bottle of Nutella, you're feeding me."
"With pleasure," you answer, grinning. "Though that's if you find it."
Feliciano looked behind you. "There it is!" Feliciano hopped off you, vee-ing as he jumped on the bottle of Nutella heaven.
"Damn it." You sighed.
"Vee~ You're feeding me, right?" When you didn't reply the first time, he repeated again - "Right?~ (Name)~"
"Well, of course..." Your sarcasm only got you so far when Feliciano grabbed the bottle of Nutella, whipped up a spoonful, shoved it in your mouth and leaned in to kiss you, taking the spoonful of Nutella away from your mouth.
"Mmm," Feliciano hummed as he parted. "That was some good Nutella."
You smiled seeing him so happy.
"Grazie, (Name)! Ti amo, bella!" Feliciano only kissed you again before running off to the living room, probably to watch his favorite show, Hetalia: Axis Power - again, for the sixth time on reshow.
The Italian was closing in.
Hurriedly, you hid the Nutella behind you, closing the cap.
"Mmm," you hummed. "Nope."
Feliciano looked at you suspiciously. "You were just eating it, weren't you!?"
"N-N-"
"You don't have to lie! I see it! You didn't wipe the Nutella off your mouth!"
"What! My flawless steal has been revealed?!" You took the napkin closest to you and wiped the Nutella off the corner of your mouth.
"Now," Feliciano closed in, binding your movement by locking your wrist - his brown, hazel eyes dazzled into your own. "Where is the Nutella?"
"As much as I love you, Feli." You paused, fidgeting to continue. "I will not give up protecting my Nutella."
"Well then," Feliciano sat down on your lap. "Guess we're taking the hard way out of this, aren't we."
"Maybe." You replied mockingly.
"Once I find that bottle of Nutella, you're feeding me."
"With pleasure," you answer, grinning. "Though that's if you find it."
Feliciano looked behind you. "There it is!" Feliciano hopped off you, vee-ing as he jumped on the bottle of Nutella heaven.
"Damn it." You sighed.
"Vee~ You're feeding me, right?" When you didn't reply the first time, he repeated again - "Right?~ (Name)~"
"Well, of course..." Your sarcasm only got you so far when Feliciano grabbed the bottle of Nutella, whipped up a spoonful, shoved it in your mouth and leaned in to kiss you, taking the spoonful of Nutella away from your mouth.
"Mmm," Feliciano hummed as he parted. "That was some good Nutella."
You smiled seeing him so happy.
"Grazie, (Name)! Ti amo, bella!" Feliciano only kissed you again before running off to the living room, probably to watch his favorite show, Hetalia: Axis Power - again, for the sixth time on reshow.
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Accents [Italy x Reader]
"Veh~ I'll be right over, (name)! Give-a me ten minutes! Ciao!"
Your lips spread into a pleased smile as you hung up the phone, gazing around your kitchen with hope. It was well known throughout your circle of friends that cooking and you had a love-hate relationship—food loved to burn under your not-so-watchful eyes, and you hated every notion of having to prepare meals for someone other than yourself.
However, today would be different. A good friend of yours had promised to come over in an attempt to assist you concoct the easiest of dishes (or so he proclaimed) in the world—pasta.
You weren't that surprised, considering it w
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Italy-x-Yandere!Reader - One and Only
A/N: Dear lord, what have I done... |o д o|"
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"Feliciano-sama~!" You called out, waving your arm high in the air as you ran over to the chestnut-haired boy. He turned, mid-stride, and smiled, waving back. "Ve, ______!" he greeted cheerily as you approached. You beamed as your pace slowed, matching his as you both started home from school. "How are you, Feli?" You asked him, your _|e/c|_ eyes glittering lovingly up at him. The Italian boy answered, "I'm good, ____! Say, do you want to stop at a noodle stand for some pasta on the way home?" Happiness bubbled up in your heart. "Sure!"
You were so madly in love with Felici
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HetaOni (Italy x Reader)
Hey Guys
This is the first chapter of my HetaOni series, and also my first publishing on dA, I finally worked up the courage to do it!
I was scared if I wrote this people might be like
'No, you're disgracing the game' or 'Stop, you're ruining HetaOni'
But a Fan-girl can dream cant she?
So here it is HetaOni (Italy x Reader)
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Why did you have to be so useless?
Why did you have to be such a pain?
All you could do was sit around, and watch others fight for their lives, while you had to be pushed away, like a bothersome child.
You may only be a sma
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This is for for entering my mini-contest! Thank you so much!
I hope you liked it!
You (c)
Italy and Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz respectively.
Story by =HillsOfSilence.
Comments, nice criticisms and favorites are all welcomed.
I hope you liked it!
You (c)
Italy and Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz respectively.
Story by =HillsOfSilence.
Comments, nice criticisms and favorites are all welcomed.
© 2013 - 2024 HillsOfSilence
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