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(H/C)= Hair Color (H/L)= Hair length (H/T)= Hair texture (E/C)= Eye color (S/C)= Skin Color ____ = Your name ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~        _____'s eyes widen as you look over the man cautiously before nodding.  She couldn't help the small smile that formed on your lips as he held his hand out and she took it happily.  It was rough and calloused...and really big, it seemed to engulf her small hand as he led her over to the office where the pink haired man and the nun had walked into.  She could feel her heart beating rapidly in

It was a frost bitten December night and Naples was silent and peaceful. Most  of Naples was silent and peaceful. A large brick built house on a hill was the exception. Inside sat a man known to most as Lovino Vargas holding his baby (name) as she cried for her mother. “Stop crying raggazza, your Momma isn’t coming back. She took all her shit. She’s gone.”  Lovino told the child as he awkwardly bounced the child in his arms. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! the child shrieked making the man jump. “What do you want?” The weary Italian asked the child, setting her in back in her crib. Then (name)

"Well, how should I start? Maybe with when I was a teen..." A teenage (Name)'s (e/c) eyes were glued to the TV screen, her face turned from scowls to grins depending on what occurred in the show. It was show she liked to watch when she was bored, "Say Yes to the Dress". If you laughed, she would have thrown the nearest object at your face. (Name) smiled softly as another bride talked about her fiancé. Her face radiated how much she loved him, eyes sparkling and her grin full of compassion and...love. She wondered if she'd ever find that kind of a man, one that could make her smile like that. A person that she'd love and adore more tha

Papa!RomanoxChild!Reader: Nap Time *~* "I'm sorry I couldn't get _________ down for her nap Lovino." Papa looked over at you with a glare. You gave him one back and jabbed at him with the broom you had. In order to keep Bella, your babysitter, from taking you down for a nap, you built a fort. Using two of the dining room chairs, a few pillows, a blanket, and some of the kitchen pots, you built the sturdiest fort ever built by a four year old. And just for extra measures, you took the broom and used the rounded end to jab Bella or anyone who got close enough and took the pasta strainer and used it for a helmet. "That's okay Bella," Papa

"Papa! Papa!" you cried, running into your father's room, hugging your stuffed bunny close to you. "Ugh…what's wrong (Name)?" asked Lovino, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "I-I had a nightmare…"you stuttered out, tears starting to form at the corner of your eyes, making Lovino worry. Walking up to you, he crouched down to your level and asked, "What was it about?" "W-well *hic*…" you started, hiccupping on your words as you were crying too much, "I d-dreamt tha- *hic* that you did'nt *hic* love me any *hic* more…" Lovino's eyes widened upon hearing that, wondering how you could possibly believe that would happen. "Sai che

“Papaaaaa~” “What is it, bambina?” “I’m hungry.” You said, with a pout. “Wait just a little longer.” Feliciano said. You were _____ Vargas, daughter of Feliciano Vargas. And right now you were stuck in a world meeting with him and your uncle Lovino. “Papaaaaa~” “What, _____?” “I’m boooored!” Your papa smiled and whispered to you. “Me too mio angelo.” Thankfully, the world meeting was over soon enough and you were walking home with your papa and uncle. As Lovino was in front of you, you ran up to him, jumped on his back and squealed in

“______? Where are you?” You clamped your lips shut and held your hand over your mouth tightly, in an attempt to keep yourself from bursting out into laughter. Your muffled giggles grew slightly louder as you heard the loud footsteps of your British father, Arthur, frantically running back and forth through the house trying to find you. You made sure not to laugh loud enough for him to hear you; you didn’t want to end your fun just yet.   You didn’t know exactly how long you had been hiding, but you knew it had been a fairly long time. Which in your mind, only made this game more fun, But, to your father, the longer h

The time, was World War 2! ------- "You git!! Let me go this instant!!" The blond roughly shook the small child and growled in her face. "You insolent brat! How dare you talk to me that way?!" The child glared. "Because I can!! I don't care if you are my older brother!! In the name of Brita-" He slapped the child across the face. "Don't you dare say her name!! You aren't worthy to share her blood!!" The child spat at him. "I will say her name however I want!! She was my mother too!!" The blond ground his teeth. He picked the child up, despite her squirming. He walked over to a crate of flour that was supposed to be sent out, but he fou

Germany x Child!Reader - I Run More Laps! Hullo everyone, just getting rid of my writers block so I could carry on c: I thought of this while I was reading a fan fiction XD. The link to her page is in the description, you should watch her c: I hate grammar/spelling errors, if you find one then please tell me. Enjoy~ ~**~**~**~ You felt someone poke your cheek. You groaned and turned around in your bed but the poking won't stop and it doesn't look tired from poking your sleeping form. "5 more minutes..." you groaned out. Then he started to nudge you and whimpered. You sat up and rubbed your eyes cutely. You saw your uncle Italy by your