Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Prussia)I saw a brunette girl in a green coat talking to a dark haired man. I didn't get to look at them very long since Prussia pushed past me and laughed. I rolled my eyes as he went over to the pair I was looking at. I shrugged off my sight and went to go rest by the fire. I stared at its fiery warmth with a smile."Piyo!~" I heard someone or something chirp. I looked up and saw Gilbird on my head. I smiled at the little yellow bird. I let him jump onto my finger."Hello Gilbird~" I cooed. He chirped and jumped up and down. "What?" I asked as he jumped into my coat. "Ah! Get out of there! Hehehe! That tickles!" I screeched making several people think I was crazy."Gilbird? Vhere are you?" I heard Gilbert say. I tried to pull myself together. Prussia saw me laughing on the floor. “Vhat? It’s not funny! He could be lost!”“He’s not!!! It tickles!!!” I giggled. It only took the albino one minute to realize the little bird was tickling me.“Come on, Gil
Spamano-Don't Leave MeAnother argument. Well, it's not necessarily an argument, just Romano, shouting at Spain for no reason. He doesn't mean to do it, it's just all he knows. He's actually surprised that he put up with him. Romano wouldn't even be able to put up with himself. He actually hated himself. He hated the fact that he simply has no room in his heart for love. No matter how hard he tried. He does love Spain, he loves him more than he can say, literally. He tries so hard to tell him that, but all that comes out his mouth is insults and curses. Well, this time, Spain has had it. He's sick and tired of showing Romano love, and having it thrown back in his face harshly. If Romano wasn't going to love him back, there was no reason to stay. He was leaving. He wasn't coming back until Romano learned how to, not only love himself
What is love like? Prologue Have you ever felt what it's like to be unloved? To be tossed aside, to make room for someone else. To feel worthless and unwanted. Or to be second best at everything, no matter how hard you try. To have never been able to feel what love is like. Or to have never had friends. Well I have, and I'm sick of it! No matter what I do, I'll know that I'll never be the best at anything. Or to even be the best at the slightest at things. I never will be anything, but a waste of space.A nobody who everyone looks down at, and makes fun of. I'm nothing special, nor will I ever be to both me or anyone else. My own decisions bring me nothing but pain and misery. I cry all the time, and must seem pretty weak and useless.Wait a minute! I don't seem that way, because I know that I am. A coward who can't even stand on his two own feet with out crashing back down in a sea of pain and longing. I'll never know what joy feels like, or what happiness is like. My heart is nothing but a black h
Missing You (Chubby!Romano x Spain)Romano stared at the scale in a mixture of anger and disgust, right before the panic set in. In the span of a few months, he had gone from an easy 145 pounds, to a 245-pound fatass. Lying around the house and eating nothing but tomato’s and pasta really added up on his body, and Romano felt a bit sick.Not that he would ever admit to anyone, ESPECIALLY the tomato bastard, he had become very lovesick while Spain was away on a business trip, courtesy of his boss. At first the Italian had taken it pretty well…..for about a week. The night of empty beds and no cuddles turned him to comfort eating.Being oblivious, he hadn’t noticed the weight up until he had woken up this morning. He grunted when his shirt rode up, revealing a nice round potbelly that sat comfortably in his lap when he sat up in shock. Now he stood in his bathroom, staring at his potbelly while trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do to lose all of the weight.“Oh, who am I-a kidding?
Spain. Without Romano 1 What was Spain doing? He was sitting beside Italy, talking it up with him. Both of them had big smiles on their faces and were enjoying themselves. Romano, however, was not. His shoulders were hunched and his chin was resting in his hand as he watched the two joyful nations. Spain had come here to see him, not Veneziano. They had been dating for two years now and currently, he wasn't getting a speck of attention It wasn't this bad at first. Before, Spain would pay a lot more attention to his Italian lover. But as time went on, Spain got more lenient and started paying less attention to him, and more to Veneziano. Romano didn't like this one bit. Spain was his. Why should he have to share him? Romano was getting more and more fed up with it. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. He felt that he could explode any second if things went any further between the Spaniard and his brother. &