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Alexandra
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Heeeeeeey~

I'm Alex, your friendly neighbourhood caffeine addict, night owl and anime fanatic. I'm a 5 foot 6 female, and I'm eighteen years old. I'm easily annoyed, enjoy being alone, and I don't like crowded parties. I speak English as my first (and regrettably, only) language, and for years I've been interested in learning others, but unfortunately haven't had the means to do so.

I'm a hobby writer, as you can see. I write fanfictions, and perhaps every now and then I'll write something of my own. One day, I would like to become a professional author, but for the moment....
This will be great. :3

I post every now and then; these are not frequent posts. I do this for my own leisure, and hopefully for the pleasure of anyone who cares to actually read what I write. :)

SEND ME A NOTE FOR SEPARATE ONESHOT REQUESTS. I DO TAKE THOSE. IF I HAVE A SERIES YOU WANT ME TO WRITE AN xREADER FOR, COMMENT BENEATH THE INTRO, OR BELOW THE JOURNAL POST I HAVE REGARDING IT. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME AND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT, ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE ARE APPRECIATED.

I also have a Wix account. This is where I will update on the actual writing of my own that I will be doing. Check that out too! The link is below.

Keep being awesome, guys.
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So. I was tagged in this tag by ZNinjabear  , so here I am.

Questions:

My Questions:
1. Favorite Avenger?

THOR. ALMIGHTY THOR.

2. Favorite Hetalia Character? (Includes 2p!)

Well, that's really tricky, honestly. I can't narrow it down further from Russia, Canada, Germany and France.

3. Least Favorite Hetalia Character 
(Includes 2p!)

Austria. I'm not really fan of Austria.

4. Scifi or Fantasy?

SCIFI.

4. Sweet or Salty?

That's a hard one to answer. I rather like both mixed together.

5. The Hetalia Character you are most like 
(Includes 2p!)

I wouldn't have the faintest idea. One of my best friends used to call me 'Germany' years ago, but I've changed a lot since then.

6. The Hetalia Character that you wish you could date 
(Includes 2p!).

Choosing one is too hard, seeing as I don't have a favourite.

7. Hetalia or 2p!Hetalia?

Hetalia, as much as I love 2p!Hetalia. I just like the originals better.

8. Something that ticks you off.

Spontaneity. I have to plan everything in advance or I feel like I lack control in my life.

9. Rain or Sun?

Rain~! I love the rain so much! It's raining right now.
Don't believe it when people tell you Australia is all beaches and sunshine. I live in an inland town that's wet and raining most of the year.
It's FABULOUS.

10. Favorite Accent.

Nope. Nope. Nope. I can't choose that either.


My questions:

Well, I've done this before so I have none to ask, and no one to tag.

Because I'm cool like that.

Keep being awesome~!
  • Listening to: What Are You Waiting For by Nickelback
  • Reading: The Night Stalker by Chris Carter
  • Eating: Potato soup.
  • Drinking: Green and Jasmine Tea.
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You walked along the path, looking straight ahead, and prepared to stop and wait at traffic lights to change colour so that you could cross the street, and proceed to your job. Waitressing wasn’t the job you wanted most in the world, but it made ends meet, and you were determined to work your way up to manager someday. As you raised your hand to push the button at the crossing, you noticed a tall and lanky blonde man in a neatly pressed suit, sitting on an iron bench out of the corner of your eye. There didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary, as he seemed to sit there a lot. Just his usual spot, really, and never had you ever paid much attention to him. You didn’t know what compelled you to look at him properly, but when you did, your heart broke.

Never in your life had you ever seen such a crushed expression on the face of any man in your entire life.

His shoulders were slumped, and his violet-blue eyes were glassy, distant and sad behind a pair of rectangular glasses. His briefcase sat on the other side of him, papers sticking out of it everywhere, as if he had just thrown papers in it and run away from wherever he’d been before.

Your heart really went out to him, for no real reason, other than it looked like his whole life was falling to pieces. Against your better judgement, and every nerve that screamed, ‘stranger danger’, you took a step away from the traffic light, and slowly made your way to the bench.

“Um, excuse me?” You frowned when he didn’t respond, so you lightly stretched out his hand and touched his shoulder, but quickly withdrew it when he flinched. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just wondering… Is everything alright? You look really down.”

The man, whoever he was, stared at you for a long time, and then opened his mouth. His voice was quiet, hushed, and slightly raspy. “You noticed me.”

You frowned. “Of course. You looked really upset, so I just wanted to ask if you were okay.”

The man looked down at his hands and smiled sadly. “No, I’m… Not having a good day.”

At this point, you were torn. You checked the time on your watch, and sat down next to him.

“So, what’s your name?”

The question appeared to take him off guard, and it was some time before he answered you again. “M-Matthew Williams,” He let out a broken laugh. “I haven’t been asked that in years.”

“Did you want to tell me about why you’re not having a good day?” You asked carefully. You knew it was probably odd for a stranger to ask, but you were genuinely concerned.

However, without hesitation, Matthew began to talk.

“I try really hard, you know? At work, and outside of it too,” Matthew pulled a scrunched up tissue from his pocket and blew his nose. “No one ever notices me. No one ever listens to me, and they laugh at everything I have to say. No one takes me seriously. When they do notice me, they brush me off and they never invite me to anything. Even my own brother doesn’t want me around,” He put the tissue back into his pocket. “I’ve decided that… I’ve had enough. No one’s going to miss me if I just… Disappear. They don’t want me around.”

It took you a moment to realise what he meant, and when it did, it was like being shoved down memory lane. “You… Want to…?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. No one would miss me.”

You shook your head and took his large, pale hand in yours, which seemed to make him flinch again, but you didn’t let go of the appendage. “No, no! Of course they would! I know exactly how you feel, and believe me, it’ll get better.”

“How could you possibly know how I feel? Look at you,” He gestured to you, and his expression was slightly bitter. “I see you smiling all the time on your way to work. How can you know what this feels like?”

“Because I used to be just like you,” Your (e/c) eyes stared right into his, earnest, insistent. “I really did. I was overstressed, undervalued and under-loved. That was how I saw it. I was unhappy. People used to laugh at me, all the time. For the smallest things, teasing me, ignoring me, never taking me seriously. No one ever wanted to do anything with me; they’d say they were overloaded with work, and then I’d see them down the street with other ‘friends’ of ours,” You were slightly uncomfortable, and the memories were unpleasant, but you needed to push through it.

“Eventually, one day, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I got into my car, and I drove… Right into a tree. I survived, but I was in hospital for a long while. When I got asked why I did it, all I could say was that I couldn’t stand how no one wanted to take me seriously, and that by doing this, they would at least notice what they never had before.”

“But your life seems to be doing well now,” He pointed out.

“Well, while I was in hospital, I had time to think long and hard about what I’d done, and I realised something.”

“What was that?”

“Everything I did, was because I valued everyone’s opinions far too much,” You let a small smile curve the edge of your lips. “So, I quit my job, cancelled the lease on my house, put all my belongings in storage till I got out of hospital, sold my car, and the moment I was discharged, I looked for a new job in another city. I found a new house, and started this job here. I cut off my connections with everyone, and started again. And I couldn’t be happier.”

“So… You think I should do that?”

“That depends on you, Mr. Williams,” You patted his hand. “What works for me might not work for you. I think you need time to yourself, to think as well, before you think that trying to remove yourself from the face of this world completely is a good idea.”

“You don’t even know me!”

“But I would sooner try to help you, than let you make the same mistake as me.”

“Matthew, bro!” A loud voice called from down the path. You turned your head, to see three other blonde men, in neatly pressed suits, running at full-speed down the path.

“Alfred? Francis, Arthur?” Matthew looked genuinely surprised, and stood up to meet them. The eldest in appearance, and the tallest of the trio had wavy blonde hair, the second oldest had the bushiest eyebrows you had ever seen, and the one who had apparently called out for Matthew, looked like he was probably the captain of the football team in his school years.

Matthieu!” The man with wavy blonde hair cried. “You had me terrified, mon ami! I thought we would never find you!”

“You scared the bloody hell out of us, running out of the meeting like that!” The one with exceptionally bushy eyebrows bopped his fist on Matthew’s head, which looked odd, seeing as Matthew was taller than him.

“Yeah, dude! Uncool! We thought we’d never see you again!”

“You might not have…”

“What?! What do you mean by that?!” The Frenchman shook him by the shoulders. “Do not joke about things like that!”

Mathew smacked his hands off him. “That’s the whole point, Francis! You think everything I say is a joke! I’m serious! I didn’t want to come back! I am sick and tired of being ignored and never taken seriously! You laugh at me like everything I say means nothing at all but I have feelings too, and I am done with you thinking that they mean nothing!”

Matthew’s quiet voice was raising to that of a normal yell. The shock of hearing it caused the other three men to go quiet, before the one with the strong American accent opened his mouth again, this time more quiet than before.

“If that’s how you really felt, you could’ve talked to us, you know. We would’ve listened. We didn’t know that we were making you feel like that.”

“Well you did. I’m not coming back to work.”

“But you need to come back to work! We were just about to go over your plans for expanding the company!”

Matthew raised his head, looking more surprised than before. “My plans…?”

“But of course!” The Frenchman wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “We’ve been talking about effectivity of the brainstorming we’ve been doing, and found that your well-constructed plans were the best bet for increasing profits and success! Mr. Beilschmidt was really happy with the plans, and even talked of giving you a promotion for them before the meeting started!”

“We really don’t want to lose you, Matthew. Not in the company, or as a friend,” The Englishman looked at his watch. “Mr. Beilschmidt won’t be happy if we’re too much longer. Are you coming, Matthew?”

“Oh yeah! And I wanted to know if you were up for coming to the ball game tonight!” The bubbly American slapped him on the back.

Matthew looked astounded, and lifted his hand to rub some tears from his eyes, happy ones, relieved tears. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll come back,” Only then did he notice your place on the bench was now empty, and you were already on the other side of the road. Nervously, he called out as loudly as he could. “H-Hey, wait!”

You blinked, and stopped across the road to look back at him. “Yeah?”

“Th… Thank you, for taking the time out of your day to talk to me! I don’t think I can thank you enough!” Matthew’s face was going redder by the second. It was pretty cute, actually.

You smiled right back and waved. “Anytime! It was my pleasure!” You were stopped when you turned to go again by his voice.

“W-Wait! Er, what’s your name?”

“It’s ________! And I really have to go! I’m going to be late otherwise!”

“O-O-Oh, sorry! B-Bye!”

“See you another time, Matthew!” You waved again as you ran down the street, leaving the man with his friends, his heart fluttering at the sound of his name on your voice.

He hoped it wouldn’t be the last time he saw you. Thanks to you, he’d begun to take back everything he’d said, as he walked beside his good friends on his way back to work with a smile on his face. He knew now that he was way off-track to think like that.

And thanks to you, he could leave it behind him, and start again.
Canada x Reader Oneshot: Traffic Light
Poor Canada.
I NOTICE YOU CANADA!
And I know the subject I crossed with Canada is quite a touchy one, but I feel like Canada needed to be noticed and given a chance to be heard more than he normally is, and chance to say what he needed to say to the people closest to him.

Disclaimers:
I don't own Hetalia or anything affiliated with the franchise.
I don't own Canada, France, England, America or Germany.
I don't own you.
I don't own the song that inspired this.
I don't own any sets of traffic lights.
I just own the plot.

Keep being awesome, guys.
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Lovino angrily kicked his car tyre over and over, swearing at the top of his lungs. Of all the times that his car could’ve overheated and broken down, he could only wonder why the piece of junk had to break down right then. He was ten miles away from the airport, and _______’s flight wouldn’t be boarding for a while yet, but he didn’t even know if he had time to get there before it took off.

Lovino had no idea what to do. He was stressed, angry, upset, and borderline on tears. He’d broken up with ________ a month ago, and he had no idea how he could’ve done it, or why it ever crossed his mind that he was wasting his time with her. She’d given him the happiest life he could’ve asked for; laughter, a warm embrace, someone who tolerated his mood swings and someone who loved him for all his deficiencies.

He was trying to get back to her, some way, somehow, to tell her how wrong he really was. He knew that _______ knew he was wrong, and that made his heart ache, simply because nothing could reverse how much he’d hurt her. Lovino was so, so ashamed that it had taken him so long to see that she was the only one who could ever complete him, and that she was the only one he wanted to complete him.

So, in a fit of anguish and determination, Lovino was given no other open than to start running.

_______ sighed again, and looked at the time. The second hand on her watch seemed to tick slower and slower as time went on. Soon she wouldn’t have to deal with this anymore; she’d be out of that country that held too many wonderful and horrible memories for her to ever want to face again.

And the best and worst of those memories held Lovino Vargas. Lovino had been everything that _______ had ever wanted. He was everything she had wanted; he was smart, he was thoughtful, and as moody as he was, he was genuinely kind. He’d never treated her badly; and just the very thought of the day when he’d packed his things, and said he’d been wasting his time, still burned like an iron in the back of her mind, and tore apart her heart over and over again.

_______ knew very well that Lovino had been wrong. She had been in love with him, she was in love with him right in that moment. She knew it was right. Well, she thought it was. At this point in time, she wasn’t so sure. If it was right, why had it gone so wrong?

“Now boarding, Flight 669 to-”

Well, this was ______’s flight. If she got on this flight, that would be it for her. She’d be leaving her life, her job, her car, her friends, and some family, too. And even though she hesitated for a moment, _______’s feet fell one after the other, to the boarding line.

“_______!” A familiar voice came from behind her, and a body slammed into her, wrapping her in a warm embrace and almost knocking her off her feet.

“Lovino..?”

“_______, please don’t leave,” Lovino pulled back from the embrace, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, and cheeks flushed red from exhaustion and embarrassment, and self-shame. “All that I’m after is a life full of laughter, as long as I’m laughing with you.”

“Lovino, what are you talking about-”

“I’m sorry,” Lovino cupped her face in his hands and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. “I’m ashamed of myself. I must’ve been out of my mind, to think that I couldn’t be happy with you. You are the only one I want.”

_______’s skin warmed at the words of the man she loved, and tears welled up in her eyes with strong emotion, and she hugged him tight around the neck, squeezing him tight. She let out a broken laugh and wiped her eyes.

“Everyone’s staring at us, Lovino.”

“Hey, keep walking, assholes! I’m having a moment here!” Lovino snapped at the gawking bystanders, and he huffed in annoyance. “Nosey bastards.”

“You’re the one making the scene!”

“Shut up, ______,” Lovino’s lips came down on hers, and Lovino knew well he’d use this last chance to prove to her that he wasn’t going to leave again. He wouldn’t let her escape.

_______ rest her forehead on his when their lips broke apart, and she smiled. “So, what made your change your mind?”

“Well, I just know there’s no life after you.”
Romano x Reader Oneshot: Life After You
Ah, Romano.

Disclaimers:
I don't own Hetalia.
I don't own the personification of South Italy.
I don't own the song that inspired this, which can be found here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cvm2OY…
I don't own you.
I just own the plot.

Keep being awesome, guys.
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“Why did you do it?”

“Because I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Red. Why is there a red stains all over the place? Has France been drinking wine again? Gosh, if only he’d stop drinking it! It makes his breath smell terrible!

“What couldn’t you take, _______? Have you been under a lot of stress recently?”

“That depends on what you call recently.”

What’s that ringing noise? It hurts my ears! Oh, it is my ears. Did someone not turn off the PA system again? I suppose I’ll just have to clean up after everyone, AGAIN, like always!

“What would you call ‘recently’?”

“Anywhere between 1914 and 1945, is when it began… And I suppose yesterday was really the end of my problems.”

Oh, for Heaven’s sake! Did Italy spill his spaghetti all over the table? I’m surprised Germany hasn’t cleaned up after him, or that I can’t hear him screaming at Italy again. What a drag.

“What problems would those be?”

“They kept… Laughing at me. They called me weak, pathetic, useless… It wasn’t my fault I was so poor! How could I help when I had nothing?”

I suppose I could make some more tea for England. His tea looks pretty odd. I could’ve sworn he said it was earl grey; it looks more like strawberry tea… Oh! Even his scones have jam on them today!

“Don’t you think that what you did was radical? An overreaction?”

“Not at all. They deserved it.”

There! Now everyone’s sitting up! Wow, it looks like they’re sleeping. How perfect. Now, to clean up before it stains the carpet… Gosh, what am I going to do about this axe? It’s all messy too! Where am I going to sit that?!

The psychiatrist stood up and walked to the door, and took a look at the officials in white coats awaiting his verdict. “The treatment hasn’t worked. We can’t make her any less of a danger to other citizens. How such a small woman managed to kill her fellow countries, I don’t know; I just know that she can’t be around anyone else. There’s no other option.”

I’m sorry, but I’m not, you know? It’s their fault. They started it. If they’d just said I was worth something, let me feel like I was needed… Well, maybe I wouldn’t have considered them meaningless props to advance my future. And now they ARE meaningless props. How funny!

“________ ________, would you come this way? We’re taking you to see the doctor.”

“Oh, good. I really like the doctor. He’s always so nice to me.

Now you’re all dead. What a laugh.

“I’m sorry if this is a bit sharp, and a bit cold on your eye.”

“It’s okay. Is this a new probe? I’ve never seen one that comes with a hammer before. Don’t you normally have a light when you’re examining patients, though?”

But I suppose, in a way, I always will miss you all. And I always promised I’d help you all to paradise one day, remember? I said it like this:

‘Cross my heart,

Hope to die,

Stick a needle in my eye!’


Clink.
Hetalia x Reader Oneshot: Clink
.... So, I watched Shutter Island today.
I don't think I have to say much more than that.

Disclaimers:
I don't own Hetalia.
I don't own anything affiliated with Hetalia.
I don't own you.
I just own the plot.

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… North Italy~! Your darling Feliciano Vargas.

You were just madly in love with that sweetheart. It was as simple as that. And, you were not afraid to admit. He was bright, bubbly, and kind and gentle. Excitable, yes, and sometimes as thick as a brick depending on the situation, but you couldn’t hold it against him. He was too cute, and you could never stop smiling when you were around him.

You’d met him by chance in World War II, when you’d joined the Allies. They’d captured Italy at the time, and he’d been crying in the corner as France and England poked and slapped him repeatedly. You’d not much appreciated the treatment you received as being part of the Allies, as according to them, a woman wasn’t fit for war. Mostly just fit for them to play around with and baby as if she were nothing more than a helpless damsel in distress, which you certainly were not (and they eventually learned it, too, and because of your long-standing friendship with America, he was the unexpected first to defend your pride as someone strong and capable).

So, when they placed you in charge of watching Italy, you got talking with him. Well, he got talking to you. Mostly it was flirting and fawning over how beautiful you were, and he would do it very loudly. But as time wore on, you got to know him better, and you could talk to each other. Eventually you felt sorry for Italy, so, you let him go. Of course, you made it appear that he’d escaped somehow, while you were on your scheduled break. You stayed with the Allies, as you didn’t believe in the cause the Axis was fighting for, but you and Italy remained friends. You became friends with the Axis in general, really. They were good people at heart. But really, how could someone be truly bad, if they were loved so much by little Feliciano?

You’d also come to learn that Feli, while perhaps a lot of the time more prone to running away than standing and fighting, didn’t really like living known as someone who was cowardly, and being known as hardly anything but that made him insecure. He also wasn’t as much of a clueless idiot as other people thought he was. And what you loved most about him, was that he had always been there for you from the worst to the best moments you’d ever had.

Your phone ringing rudely ripped you from your happy memories, and you scowled till you saw the contact; Ludwig Beilschmidt, on video call. That just made you frown. Germany never called you unless it was for something very important, and you’d never been video called before by him, so you picked up, to be met with the rather distressed looking faces of Ludwig and Kiku.

“_______-san! There’s something wrong with Feli!” Kiku seemed to be looking at something you couldn’t see yet.

You frowned. “What? What’s the matter?”

“Feliciano is… Behaving more oddly than he ought to be,” He looked like he was trying to find the right words to say, which troubled you further. “He’s dancing around the kitchen, and singing.”

“But he does that when he’s cooking pasta. You know that,” You tilted your head to the side. “Why the hell are you video calling me?”

“Well, we figured it would be best if you saw it for yourself,” Kiku looked hesitant, and the screen flipped from their faces, to the visual of Feliciano dancing around the kitchen with a cat. He wasn’t cooking pasta. He was just dancing, and he was singing very loudly.

~When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore!
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore!~


Feliciano kept singing on and on, over and over again, dancing with the rather dizzy-looking cat, and his curl was bouncing around in the shape of a heart.

You felt a stringing sensation in your chest as you watched the scene, but beat it back to get a hold of yourself. “Okay, that’s a bit strange, but is there any cause of alarm?”

The screen flipped back to your favourite German’s face. “There is a cause for alarm when he’s not even uttered the word ‘pasta’ all day, or even reacted when we suggested that we have it for lunch.”

“THEN WHY DID YOU CALL ME INSTEAD OF TAKING HIM TO THE HOSPITAL?”

“________-san, please don’t yell!” Japan was starting to look like he was having a panic attack. “He’s not sick, Ludwig checked! Feli always listens to you, so could you please come here and find out what’s wrong with him?”

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!” You groaned and turned your phone off. Of course, your heart was actually doing backflips inside your chest, but you couldn’t really shake off the horrible thought that the reason Feliciano was acting like he was, was because he actually was in love with someone. There was such a thing as being too happy about certain things.

You hurried your way to Ludwig’s house, and didn’t even have to knock on the door before your wrist was grabbed and you were dragged inside, and the door slammed shut behind you.

“H-Hey! Come on! Give me a break!” You protested as the buff blonde dragged you down the hall. It must’ve been serious; he wasn’t even yelling at you for leaving scuff marks on the perfectly polished floors with your shoes.

“No time. Get in there,” Germany pushed you into the kitchen forcefully. You barely even got to catch a glimpse of Kiku before the door slammed shut.

~When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That’s amore!
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love~!~


Feliciano sang happily and kept dancing around you in circles. You were pleased to see he’d put down the poor cat he’d been holding before, but from the limp-looking fuzzy thing in the corner of the room, you could tell the cat was less than well after being spun around and around again.

“Feli?” You spoke quietly, in the hope that he’d actually hear you or at least greet you. But to your surprise, he came to an immediate halt right in front of you, and his eyes peeled open. And he looked… Serious.

“Do you know why I’m singing, ________?” He asked seriously.

Finally collecting your thoughts again, you could only stutter out your reply. “E-E-Erm… No?”

“It’s because I’m in love.”

You felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over your head. “Oh,” You choked out.

“And she’s so beautiful. She’s so smart, and funny, and bright, and she always cooks for me, and she never hits me when I go to sleep,” Italy’s face began to soften, and a whole new soft, warm smile bloomed on his features, a smile you’d never seen before.

“Oh,” You repeated lamely.

“And do you know who she is?”

“No…”

Italy suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the kitchen and upstairs like a ragdoll. “Then let me show you what she looks like! I have a picture of us together!” He sounded so bubbly and happy, that you supposed that he didn’t really comprehend that he was breaking your heart into a million pieces, and then breaking those pieces over and over again.

When he pulled you into his room, you didn’t even lift your head to look at the picture wall he’d accumulated over the years. You didn’t want to see this mystery girl’s face.

“See! Look, look, look! Isn’t she so pretty?!”

“Yeah… Nice…”

“You’re not even looking! Looooook!”

“I did look. She looks nice.”

“No,” Feliciano’s voice changed abruptly. It almost seemed angry. You felt his hands clasp your head and jerk it up with surprising strength to look straight on at eyelevel with a picture that made your heart stop.

Inside the picture, was a picture of your birthday two years ago, when you’d had a food fight in your backyard. Feli was on the right, covered in red jelly, and to his right was a smiling girl, with stained clothes, and an upturned plate of spaghetti on her head.

You.

You stared at the picture in bewilderment, blinking dumbly and making unintelligible noises as you tried desperately to grasp at your words.

“It’s you, _______.”

When you finally ripped your frozen gaze from the picture, you noticed how Feli was smiling like that again. So warmly, softly… Lovingly.

“You know, you’re the only one who never looked down at me at first,” He plucked a rose from the bouquet of flowers he kept decoratively by the window. “Even when we were at war, you were kind to me. You never beat me up or called me a coward, and you never left my side whenever I was upset… You even came over when I was having that nightmare that England was chasing me and you stayed with me till I fell asleep!” Feli grinned happily and put the rose behind your ear, his hand lingering on your hair.

“I was always a coward, so… I wanted to tell you that I love you, to at least prove to you that I’m not!” Feli smiled brightly, but something in his eyes told you that he was anything but confident in himself. He’d obviously been trying very hard to show you he wasn’t a coward.

You shook your head slowly and stroked his hair. “You have nothing to prove to me, Feliciano Vargas. Because you’re alright just the way you are.”

“B-But I’m such a wimp… And I’m weak…” Feli’s brave face melted away, and he began looking sad. You let out a long sigh and pulled him close to you, and embraced him in a tight hug.

“It never mattered to me, Feli, whether or not you were a big country that was strong and brave, or not at all. You’ve just always been my sweet little Italian. You’ve always been my best friend, and I’ve never once been afraid to admit that I loved you, for all you were worth,” You thought that he might be relieved, but instead, you were met with loud wailing.

“Wh-What?! Why are you crying, Feli?! Did I say something wrong?! Please don’t cry!”

“No, no, I-I’m just so happy!” You let out a yelp when the small Italian pushed you over and rubbed his face against yours like an excited cat. “I love you, I love you, ti amo, amore mia!”

You smiled ever so slightly, and ran a hand through his hair. “Anch’io, ti amo.”

“Yay~!” Feli cried, before leaping up and running out of the room. “LUDWIG, KIKU! IT WORKED! THE PLAN WORKED!” You blinked at the loud commotion, and when you pulled yourself up and poked your head out of the doorway, you were met with the visual of the German swinging poor Feli around, and Kiku trying in vain to quell the argument.

“You idiot! You just blew the whole plan!” Ludwig yelled at him. “_________ was not meant to know that we planned it! Stupid!”

Feli waved his arms, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. “WAAA, _________, SAVE ME! LUDWIG’S SCARY! SAVE ME, SAVE ME!”

You shook your head with a small smile. Perhaps some things wouldn’t change, but that was okay. In fact, it was perfect. Even if you had to rescue that little Italian a thousand more times, you wouldn’t change it for anything.

And Feliciano, despite how much he hated the idea of being known as helpless, perhaps didn’t mind being rescued if he got to be held in your arms again.
Hetalia x Reader: ... I Visit North Italy!
FINALLY. OH MY GOD.
This was an effort and a half to write.
It's been way too long since I last submitted something, especially one of these.
This is a part of a series, and if you haven't read the introduction, you can find it here: Hetalia x Reader Intro: When I Feel Awesome...

Disclaimers:
I don't own Hetalia.
I down own the picture.
I don't own you.
I just own the plot.

Keep being awesome, guys.
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So. I was tagged in this tag by ZNinjabear  , so here I am.

Questions:

My Questions:
1. Favorite Avenger?

THOR. ALMIGHTY THOR.

2. Favorite Hetalia Character? (Includes 2p!)

Well, that's really tricky, honestly. I can't narrow it down further from Russia, Canada, Germany and France.

3. Least Favorite Hetalia Character 
(Includes 2p!)

Austria. I'm not really fan of Austria.

4. Scifi or Fantasy?

SCIFI.

4. Sweet or Salty?

That's a hard one to answer. I rather like both mixed together.

5. The Hetalia Character you are most like 
(Includes 2p!)

I wouldn't have the faintest idea. One of my best friends used to call me 'Germany' years ago, but I've changed a lot since then.

6. The Hetalia Character that you wish you could date 
(Includes 2p!).

Choosing one is too hard, seeing as I don't have a favourite.

7. Hetalia or 2p!Hetalia?

Hetalia, as much as I love 2p!Hetalia. I just like the originals better.

8. Something that ticks you off.

Spontaneity. I have to plan everything in advance or I feel like I lack control in my life.

9. Rain or Sun?

Rain~! I love the rain so much! It's raining right now.
Don't believe it when people tell you Australia is all beaches and sunshine. I live in an inland town that's wet and raining most of the year.
It's FABULOUS.

10. Favorite Accent.

Nope. Nope. Nope. I can't choose that either.


My questions:

Well, I've done this before so I have none to ask, and no one to tag.

Because I'm cool like that.

Keep being awesome~!
  • Listening to: What Are You Waiting For by Nickelback
  • Reading: The Night Stalker by Chris Carter
  • Eating: Potato soup.
  • Drinking: Green and Jasmine Tea.

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PrincessAutumnArcher Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2014  Student General Artist
Thank you so much for the gift of the lovely watch, the fave, and your wonderful feedback. I really can't express how happy I am. Thank you once more and I hope you have a day just as fantastic as you are. ^^
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MademoiselleAutumn Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You deserved it! :) And a whole lot more than what I could give just by myself. XD And thank you very much. I hope you have a truly awesome day. :)
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girafffecupcakes Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2014
Thanks for the watch!
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MademoiselleAutumn Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No worries! :3
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OfWhatDreamsMayCome Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Always a pleasure reading your stories, madam. :D Keep up the good work. 
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MademoiselleAutumn Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad you enjoy them. :3 Thank you very much.
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OfWhatDreamsMayCome Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I do! And no problem! :)
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ivyandtwine Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for the fave :]
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MademoiselleAutumn Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No problem! It was well deserved. :)
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GueparddeFeu Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hello!

Welcome in my group :iconhetafrance:!=D
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