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"Lovi! Oh Lovi-chan!" You called up the stairs. "Don't call me that!" Romano called beck down the stairs, appearing at the top of them. "What do you want?" "It's not what I want, it's what you want. Like this, for instance?" you pulled a luscious red tomato from behind your back. Romano's eyes widened. He came down the stairs slowly, eyes on the tomato. You started backing away from him, faster and faster until you were both running around the house. Unfortunately for you, Romano had longer legs and he soon caught up to you. He tackled you to the ground, cursing all the while. You gave him the tomato with one hand and smacked him upside the

Drink the Medicine or else! (Romanoxsick!reader) "Ah-Ah.......  Oh.. I-it's just a false ala- ACHOO!!" you groaned, wiping your nose with a kleenex. Currently, you were in bed, sick with a cold and a fever, feeling like a truck had ran you over. You couldn't get up and it even hurt when you try to speak so the Italy brothers had been at your house, taking care of you. Feliciano had to leave for a while since Ludwig dragged him out to train, so Romano was left taking care of you and he wasn't very happy at all to be taking care of a sick person, even though you were his girlfriend. "Stupid fratello and that damned potato-bastard.

    Romano never was a happy child. Throughout his childhood he saw his younger brother get appraised for his many talents. But when he tried to find something that he could do. The more the list of things Romano couldn't do became larger. Eventually he stopped trying, because he was afraid that if the list grew even larger. The farther the gap grew between him and his loved ones.         When he was taken in by Spain he was afraid of being rejected. So before he could feel the hurt of rejection he rejected Spain. But slowly Romano found himself looking up to the gleeful country of Spain.      When Romano left Spain's house he was saddene

 You walked the darkened path of the vast forest, admiring the beautiful scenery of the supposed "cursed" wood. You couldn't understand how people could be afraid of something so breathtakingly amazing. The trees grew tall, so tall that you almost believed that the touched the stars themselves. There were several kinds of plants covering the forest floor. There were countless amounts of different colored flowers and all types of ferns and shrubs. It was like something out of one of your dreams. You made your way to an opening in the thick woodland. You walked into the open field full of flowers and tall grass. In the center laid a lake of c

Nordics x Reader Uncle Iceland the Fairy Godmother! "Make sure you keep her out of trouble okay Ice?" "Dad! I'm eighteen, I don't need to be kept out of trouble." "But still (Name), I want you safe." "L'st'n t' y''r f'th'r. (Listen to your father.)" "Yes Mom." Says (Name), she hugged her parents as they left the house. "See you later at graduation!" (Name) watched as her parents Finland and Sweden walk down the pathway. She then turns to Iceland; who was in charge of taking care of her while everyone else was out. "Let's go inside now (Name)." Says Iceland cooly. (Name) smiles and followed her uncle to the living room where they sat on

Nordics x Young!Reader Uncle Norway's Violin (For those who read all the previous stories...beware the huge time skip :P) "Mom, Dad! I'm home! Uh, hello?" A young twelve year old female walked into the house. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair flowing down her back. She made her way into the living room where everything was all quiet; an unusual thing to have in this particular house. "Mom? Dad?" she called, "It's me (Name), I'm home!....is anyone home? Uncle Ice? Uncle Den? Uncle Norge?" (Name) made her way to the kitchen to find it empty. She then went through the whole house -everyone's bedrooms included- but found no one. Realizing that searching wo

Nordics x Little!Reader The Awesomeness Of Uncle Denmark (Warning: Um...as much as I am embarrassed to say this...there are some things mentioned in this that are not appropriate for minors...yeah. That's it.) "(Name), my favourite niece how about your Uncle Denmark tells you a little something huh?" (Name) scrambled onto Denmark's lap as he slumped on the sofa; rubbing his red face in pain. It took him a while but he manage to spend the whole morning trying to wash the marker off. Thankfully for him, the marker wasn't permanent. When (Name) was fully settled on his lap, Denmark held the child so that she wouldn't fall. "What is it you wa

Nordics x Little!Reader Don't Mess With Mama Sweden "Hey, (Name). You know I'm a country right?" A four year old (Name) stares up at her proclaimed big brother Sealand. She blinks in amazement. "Wow really big brother? You are?!" She cries out. "Yup!" replies Sealand, proudly placing a fist on his chest. "Your big brother is a very powerful nation! Even better than England!" "That's so cool big brother!!!" (Name)'s exitement then faded, "But why aren't you in the room with Mommy and Daddy and everyone?" (Name) cocked her head to one side as Sealand thought for a moment. "Well, it's because..." started Sealand. His smile returned when he

Nordics x Little!Reader Finland's Little Girl "Su-san! Su-san!" Sweden closed the newspaper and folded it, he carefully set it aside before standing up and making his way towards the front door. As he did, he was watched by three pairs of eyes. "Huh. I wonder what Finland's yelling about now?" asked Iceland. Norway shrugged and glared at Denmark. "Hey, I didn't do anything Norgie!" Pleaded Denmark; throwing his hands up in the air. Norway tugged on Denmark's tie. "Call me that again and I will strangle you." He tugged harder on Denmark's tie to emphasise his point. Denmark only shrugged. "Come on Norgie! Just chill will you? Don't get your

You sat at the table with the fathers of your children debating on where your children would go to school, since you refused to split them up. “That’s bull shit you bloody frog! There is no way my son is going to frog academy in France! He’s not going to be dumb or over sexualized like you!” Arthur cried. “Sacrebleu! I’m not ‘aving Mattie go to school in prissy, punk Angleterre!” Francis shouted standing up from his seat and slamming his palms on the table, shaking the tender tea cups on it. “Will you idiots stop arguing, so loud? Alfie and Mattie can hear you!” You hissed at the