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Insomnia
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You felt a hand trail gently down your back. Rubbing your eyes, you groggily shifted in bed.

"Go to sleep Feli." You muttered, pulling the blankets up to your chin. The person behind you sighed, his warm breath tickling your skin.

You had just drifted off the sleep when a flurry of movements snapped you out of your stupor. You husband was walking across the bedroom towards the bathroom door.

"Jesus Christ." You grumbled, pulling your pillow over your head.

It was just your luck to marry an insomniac. Seeing as you had the same problem, you were constantly waking

2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker? pt2

"There was a time when our desire for each other would have landed us in an asylum or prison, had it not been sanctioned by mutual assent. True or false."

― Lawrence Krauser, Lemon

Encounter number 5?

...You didnt want to go home. Not at all. Later that evening, you went to a friends house, Alfred's. You didnt tell him about your stalker...what would he do? Laugh at you, or just feel sorry.

Even though it was summer, the night had a chilling air to it. You hated those nights. You were wearing shorts and a tank top for the day, now you were borrowing Alfred's

2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker?

Italy walked aimlessly around his room. the sunset horizon colors seeping into his room. the queen mattress' sheets perfectly untouched. His hand crepped towards his pocket knife, fumbling with it nervously. 'she should be here...she should be here RIGHT NOW.' his temper got the best of him as he gripped the knife til his nknuckles were white.

"Who is she?" Italy turned to his fellow axis member, A german.

"EXcuse me?" Italy grinned. 'play it cool idiota...' there was a long tension in the air. the killler italian turned his body to the german. tilting his head innocently. "i'm sorry, i thought you said something."he stated testingly.

"If

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He gently makes an incision with the blade then sets it down. His fingers do the rest of the work. They tear open the hole making it larger and larger until he can pull out what's inside.
   With careful hands he sets it on a tray and preheats his oven before opening the machine and placing the tray into it's hot cavern.
   While he waits he takes the wrappings from earlier and discards them in a box where other filthy things go.
   "This doesn't feel right..." the man says to you in a sad manner as he placed a timer on the counter.
   "Well, we have to hurry or your brother will throw a fit..." you laughed.
   He be

2p!italyXreader:Who, me? A stalker? pt.3

"You know, if you're going to stalk someone, you should be less obvious. For starters, try not to standing in the middle of a field, gawking at your prey."
Kristin Walker, A Match Made in High School

You nearly screamed. YOu covered your mouth and screamed into your hand. Even Iggy was covered with blood. His snowy white furr smothered except the tan-ish spot on one of his eyes. You cried once again. Iggy walked over to you, trying to comfort you. you snatched him up and began toy carry him to the shower. Even though he didnt like water, he let you wash him...even your ca

My Songbird 2P!Italy x Captive!Reader (2)"Listen..." Your mother told you.

You were both seated in the shadow of a huge towering tree. You watched as your mother sang a high, clear note that rose high into the branches of the trees.

Above you, birds chirped and sang the note to each other, until you could hear it in the highest branches of the tree.

"Try" Your mother told you.

Your brow furrowed with concentration. You took a deep breath and let out a note a little higher than your mothers. But halfway through the note you heard your voice crack.

This time, instead of mimicking the note, birds chirped and tweeted a series of broken notes to each other, making it almost seem like they were laughing.

You frowned and rubbed at your eyes. A gentle hand reached out and turned your face upwards.

"Keep trying, and perhaps someday, you will sing even better than the birds."

~ ~ ~

You wo

My Songbird: 2P!Italy x Captive!Reader (3)ITALY POV
Italy stood beside the window overlooking his garden. The day was bright and cheerful. Flowers bloomed and birds sang in the trees. Puffy white clouds dotted the sky. Everything was bright and green and full of light.
Italy threw the curtain back in disgust, casting the room into darkness once again. Light and peace, that was the moral of so many that he had destroyed. He had bathed that moral countless times in blood. Darkness and Chaos, Blood and Evil. Those were his morals. He had never hesitated to hurt anyone who disobeyed him.
So why did he stop when you flinched away from him? He was perfectly used to it by now. He shouldn't even be surprised that you were terrified of him. Yet for a split second before his hand reach out, he felt something strange. It wasn't anger or frustration. It was a type of sadness.
Remorse.
Italy gripped his hair in frustration. Remorse?! Guilt?!? Why should he, of all people, experience such emotions? He was a prince of darkness, bathed

My Songbird: 2P!Italy x Captive!ReaderWARNING: CREEPY 2P ITALY AND MILD VIOLENCE
Italy.
That was the name he went by. No one knew his real name, save a few who could no longer speak, or breath for that matter. Under that name, he and his companions had terrorized the people of your small country for months, years even. You could no longer remember the first time he made himself known in your country. Ever since then, he had forbade anyone from entering or exiting the country. At first, a few tried to defy him. They were never seen, or heard from again.
You were a mere child when he first invaded your peaceful country, unable to understand the true implications of what happened. But as the years passed and you grew, you began to understand that life had not always been this way, with people scrounging for food and getting into deadly fights over a day's worth of rations.
Your mother and Father had died several years ago, after a particularly nasty incident when 'Italy' became enraged over a small rebellion in one of the cit

2p!Italyxreader: Who, me? A stalker? pt. 11

"Your love has me trapped. I cannot move, I cannot breathe. But I don't want to be let go. Please don't ever set me free. You are my jailor I am your slave. I am yours forever. Until I go to the grave."
-unknown

You woke up with wet cheeks. You glanced at the time, 3:00. You sighed and turned around, expecting Italy to be watching you or some shit...

he wasn't there.

You felt it in the pit of your stomach. Something, something bad was going to happen... something worse than what went down at Alfred's house a couple of days ago. You tossed and turned not wanting to have that sense in

2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker? Pt.4

“I had taken the photograph from afar (distance being the basic glitch in our relationship), using my Nikon and zoom lens while hiding behind a fake marble pillar. I was hiding because if she knew I'd been secretly photographing her for all these months she would think I was immature, neurotic and obsessive.
I'm not.
I'm an artist.
Artists are always misunderstood.”
― Joan Bauer
(i changed it up..)

"I won't leave without a good-night kiss

Tainted (2p!Italy x Reader)A single figure sat lounging in an overstuffed chair in the study. The room was spacious, and very richly furnished. Shelves were full of books; some rows neatly packed while others appeared to have been tossed about in haste. Large maps covered sections of wall, carefully marked and plotted. Exotic flora and plush furniture accented the burgundy walls and frescoed ceiling flawlessly. A magnificent chandelier hung proudly overhead, its many genuine crystals willing to twinkle in the light. If there was light. That was another aspect of this room. It remained dark. Always.

The servants of the mansion referred to this room as the master's bro

My Dark Valentine: 2P!Italian Brothers ((Request))

Sorry if it seems too short….I'm still hurting from the fact that the dentist took one of my teeth out!! DX So glad that it's still numb.

You sighed happily as you continued on your way to Lovi and Feli's house. You blushed softly at the thought of the two brothers. You had to admit....you might've, maybe, possibly have a crush on them…yup on both of them.

You couldn't help yourself, they were just too cute for their own good.

You giggled softly as Italy's cute oblivious face and Romano's blushing face cross your mind.

Yup, it was official.

You were completely and hopelessly in love with the Italian brothers.

You finally reach

ItalyXReaderXRomano

Twas a peaceful afternoon in your house. You had just prepared pasta for lunch and your crazy neighbor and FINALLY stopped slamming all the doors in his house(I hate my neighbors...). You were currently waiting for your good friends: the Italian brothers, or as Iggy would say: Macaroni brothers. You sat down in front of your TV, you just couldn't wait to eat, you began to twirl the fort, picking up the pasta...you licked your lips almost succeeding in taking your bite util...

RING RING RING

You huffed, got up and picked up the phone. "Hello?" you said annoyingly, hopeful it wasn't a telemarketer.... oh god if it was, shit would just hit the

Accents :ItalyXReader:"Veh~ I'll be right over, (name)! Give-a me ten minutes! Ciao!"

Your lips spread into a pleased smile as you hung up the phone, gazing around your kitchen with hope. It was well known throughout your circle of friends that cooking and you had a love-hate relationship—food loved to burn under your not-so-watchful eyes, and you hated every notion of having to prepare meals for someone other than yourself.

However, today would be different. A good friend of yours had promised to come over in an attempt to assist you concoct the easiest of dishes (or so he proclaimed) in the world—pasta.

You weren't that surprised, considering it w

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He's at your window...

by ~YaoiCupcakeluver, Dec 31, 2012, 5:22:17 PM
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