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ReaderXHetalia~ Its Raining Men -1_________ sat outside and sighed. She had just watched some Hetalia, one of her favorite anime of all time... Why couldn't the guys on that show be real? They had such vivid personalities that she can easily get along with, and they were so much nicer than the jerks at her school.
Thunder clapped a little in the distance. ________ didn't care. She liked the rain. It was that weather where she could just sit and think.
Thunder clapped again, this time louder. "This storm is moving faster than normal...." ________ said. She got up and reached her door, stopped, and sighed.
'Why? Why can't they be real? Why can't I spend just one day with them?'
Lightning striked over her house, and ________ squeaked. "What the hell?! Storms don't move this fast!" A strong gust of wind shook the house as _________ quickly stepped into her house and closed the door, and ran up to her room and slid under her bed holding a blanket around her. "Mien Gott! Why does it feel like this is The Wizard of Oz
Pen Pals~ Hetalia -PART 4-~RomanoXReader~
You walked in the hallways with Ariana. She was talking to you about her letter from the Matthew kid. " He's so sweet! But, I feel sorry for him that no one ever notices him in his school. He said I could call him Mattie..." Her cheeks had a slight tint of pink on her cheeks...
"That's awesome Ariana...."
"Are you okay? You've seemed depressed for the last few days..."
"No... not really. My Pen Pal just hasn't replied yet..."
"Well he does live in Italy!"
"Yeah, but Arthur already got a reply from that kid in France!"
"Um... well..." She stopped as she bumped into one of the higher grade students. She looked up and met Ludwig's face. "Oh! Hi Ludwig!"
"Ja. Hello Ariana. ________... are you okay?"
" Yeah.. I guess. I have a Pen Pal from Italy that hasn't replied yet..."
" Really? I had a Pen Pal from Italy from last year, like you. I still keep in contact with him, he's a nice kid, and I gave him my cellphone number... but yesterday he called my screaming in my ear about
Pen Pals~ Hetalia -PART 5- Dear ___________,
Look. I loved your letter. And I'm warning you right now I'm not the kind of guy who can express his feelings
in a... positive way.
And yes Freatllo does mean 'brother' in Italian. Not much to say in this letter, and I hate to say it but me and my brother are taking a trip in a few weeks... apparently this pen pal thing had a trip involved in it... but anyways. I put a picture in this envelope, of me and my fratello, Feliciano. Feliciano did this pen pal thing last year, and had this German guy as his pen pal... he really pisses me off! Well... I can't remember his name, but he sounds like a know it-all potato bastard!
But I hope that even after this project is over... I hope that maybe we can, keep sending letters back and forth... is that alright?
From yours truly,
You laid on your bed and stared at the note slightly blushing. Was it wrong to develop feelings for a dude you only know through a couple letters? And you didn't even know what he lo
Pen Pals~ Hetalia -PART 2-/;/;/RomanoXReader/;/;/
That was an interesting name... It sounded either Spainish or Italian... You read the return address, and your eyes widened.
You threw your hands up in the air like a child on a roller coaster and suealed, " YES~!"
Everyone looked at you like you were crazy, except you two best friends Alfred and Ariana. They just busted out laughing.
Mr. Maccarelli told us to shut up, and said that the class had an hour to read the letters, write back, and discuss your letters with a group, of course, you would go to Alfred and Ariana.
"You guys understand? Yes? Good. GO!"
Within 5 seconds, Alfred had dragged his chair over to the side of your desk and shoved his letter in your face. "Dude! Check it out! I got a kid from Japan! His names Kiku!... Sounds like a chicks name!"
Your other best friend Ariana came up and showed you hers. "I got a kid from Canada. Matthew Williams..." You grinned and held out yours.
"I got a guy from Italy~!" Suddenly, another pe
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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