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Ugh ever since 2P!Americat had destroyed your toy, he had been following you around and bugging the living fur balls out of you. At first it was once a week he showed up but now it was every moment of every day, your master had kicked his furry butt out several times but he would just waltz right back in a moment later.It was starting to scare you, once he even crawled into your basket and slept with you,as soon as you woke up though you made him eat his own tail. Today you would hide from the deranged cat, so you wouldn't have to put up with his constant "doll face","babe" or even "my girl" as he liked to call you nowadays.You ran up into t

Baking was one of your favorite hobbies. You would bake almost all the time-when you were sad, happy, angry, or even lonely. It came naturally to you, and anyone who tried your food was amazed by the amount of care you put into making it. So, when your best friend Antonio said he was flying back from visiting some friends in Spain, you just knew that you had to bake him something. But what? The idea came to you quickly-you would make him some homemade tacos, and for desert you would make churros. Toni always got a little heartsick when he came back from Spain, and nothing would make him feel better than some good food. You arranged a night

“Artie!” “Bloody hell love, I told you not to call me that,” said Britain responded in irritation, though a smile resisted his attempt to be angry as he turned to face the (h/c) haired girl calling to him. “Aw, but Artie,” you whined trying to pout, only to fail as a giggle escaped your lips and a happy smile graced your face. You couldn’t help but tease him, it was too much fun. Plus, there were very few people you could get away with teasing, and you took any chance given to do so. It was the only time you were able to turn the tables and poke fun at someone else instead of being at the receiving

I jumped at the sound of a knock at the door. Who could that be? I glanced through the peephole before unlocking the door to see… “HEY [NAME]!!! WHAT UPPP!!!” It was my best friend, [Bf/N]. “Oh!” I smiled at her happily. “It’s nice to see you!” Her attitude seemed to change slightly, as she leaned in close and whispered secretively, “And um...how is...Your neighbor?” Then chuckling slightly at my blushing face, she pushed past me, seeing herself in. “Has he confessed yet?” I took a deep breath and closed the door. Why did I ever tell her about him? My new Italian

Romano x Reader: He didn’t mean that! READ ME: I really wanted to do a Romano fanfic, but I hate writting bad words and such so every bad word here will be censored by '*' except for the itlain cuss words. If you want to find out the meaning of the italian cuss word, read the description box below. Enjoy! =^.^= -----------------------------------------------    Before you and Romano were a thing, you absolutely loved celebrating each and every holiday by going out, except Christmas and Thanksgiving; you usually spent those days with your family. For some reason Independence day was a big deal to your close friend; Alfred, who could

Just fucking do it, Lovino thought. The ragazza doesn’t bite. You looked up and saw Lovino. You mentally smirked. Perfect timing, Lovino. “Hey, Lovino.” “Ciao, ragazza.” He shifted. “Uhm, hey, listen—” You waved at Antonio. “Hey Toni!” The Spaniard turned. “Oh!” He walked over to the two of you. “Hola, (Name), Lovi!” Lovino growled at him. “Idiota, how many times have I told you not to call me that?!” Lovino hissed. Antonio pouted. “But Lovi sounds cute, Lovi!” Lovino just rolled his eyes at him. “Tch. Bastard.” You

Contest Entry for Bubblemints! There was so much we could have done together, you and I. Italy had been such a beautiful place to you, once upon a time. As you gaze at the horizon on the Atlantic Ocean far away, there are so many colourful memories that dance about in that intelligent head of yours as you inhale the sweet air. Valentine’s Day in Italy today is very mild… You remember the scenery of your lovely country Italia, with its leafy trees and swaying grasses that had surrounded your gorgeous white villa by the ocean, the thriving garden you had tended to in the backyard, vibrant sunsets and golden sunrises of the fiery