Stirring her coffee in the cozy Italian café Felicia dragged her to, Monika promised herself to never believe anything Miss Italia said ever again. She was promised a relaxing trip to Florence, but all she got was an entire Italian family talking to her at the same time, loudly, ignoring the fact that she understood nothing of it, a tiring shopping trip because Italia refused to go out with her if she was dressed in loose, dark green clothes, and now wearing tight, feminine clothes, she had men staring at her and trying to pick her up. She wished she would have just stayed at home in Germany.
On the other hand, Italia couldn't have enjo
Luciano closed his eyes tightly when he felt the stream of blood coming from the wound on his forehead reach his eyelid. If only Felicia wasn't there, this wouldn't be so embarrassing. But in the second he stepped inside, she grabbed his hand and quickly sat him on a chair in the kitchen to take care of his wound. Now Luciano was sitting opposite her while she gently cleaned his face with a warm, wet towel, she wiped the blood off then pressed the corner of the cloth on the wound. He looked up at her slowly, somewhat shyly, but he was very happy to have her there. She was always so nice, so gentle, her hand always so warm... Felicia sighed lo
Luciano was pretty damn pleased with himself at the moment, since all his efforts seemed to be paying out all of a sudden. Monika's unusually warm welcome honestly surprised him, but he just thought of it as the first sign of his triumph he had wanted so much. If only there wouldn't have been something in her eyes he couldn't figure out...
For a while he could even forget about the fact that lately he had been underestimating her and got fooled by her more than enough times. For that time he let go of all of his suspicions and gave in to the pleasures the woman of his dreams had to offer him. He had no time to think about his own weakness wh
Fem!GermanyX2p!Italy Closer (9) by leakittychan, literature
Literature
Fem!GermanyX2p!Italy Closer (9)
Jogging was one of the few hobbies that Monika had time for. Running in the open air helped her clear her mind and find solutions to her problems that only stressed her out when she had to face them at her desk. It was almost the only time she could be alone with her thoughts and sort them, and she could temporarily feel at ease as well, every time after she finished stretching after her jog.
Clouds covered the sky that afternoon but she simply decided to ignore it, they said nothing about rain in the weather forecast earlier that day. She took the streets in her black sweatpants and hoodie and ran, towards the peace of mind she was always l
Fem!Italy Fem!Germany - Affection (8) by leakittychan, literature
Literature
Fem!Italy Fem!Germany - Affection (8)
"Italia, you're drooling on me." Monika mumbled softly and tried to pull her arm out of Felicia's hold but she quickly held it tighter to her chest and turned her head to press her forehead against Moni's shoulder.
"No, I'm not," she answered sleepily.
"Now you're not but I've got your saliva on my arm." Monika sighed, feeling somewhat frustrated about it but too tired to get mad because of something like this. She didn't sleep well at all. Felicia's bed was as uncomfortable as it could be and they could barely fit on it together.
"It's okay." Ita yawned long and stretched her legs then slid one of them between Monika's legs, tangling them
Lieutenant Beilschmidt was probably more used to being addressed by her rank than her first name. After all, she dedicated her life to her career in the army and the only people who called her Monika were Felicia and her Sergeant Major's five-year-old daughter, Veronika. Since she left Berlin to study in Munich, her life had been about nothing but working and working hard to earn her rank and working even harder for the promotion she had been dreaming of.
At some point during her university years she stopped thinking of herself as a woman and considered herself to be nothing more than a soldier. She turned down all the guys who tried to flir
2PItaly X FemGermany Night Terror (6) by leakittychan, literature
Literature
2PItaly X FemGermany Night Terror (6)
Blood... Blood everywhere.
Monika was slowly dragging herself across the foreign place, breathing heavily and holding her stomach, feeling as if she were about to throw up at any second from the sickening metallic smell. She was stumbling dizzily, her vision often faded to black and she struggled to see again every time. But whenever she could regain her sight, her surroundings seemed to have changed, the blurry walls and paths were somehow arranged differently, making her lose her way immediately.
She wasn't even sure if she was wounded or not, she didn't even understand why she was there and what was happening. Her boots stuck to the grou
Luciano enjoyed nothing more than being in control. He felt physically sick when things didn't go his way, despite his efforts. He needed to be better, stronger, the winner at all costs. He always got what he wanted easily for the past few years... But now, acquiring the treasure he longed for so deeply seemed an exceptionally hard task. It wasn't more power he wanted, neither was it riches or recognition.
It was Monika he desired with all his rotten, black heart, to have her submit to him and give into all the pleasures he could show her. His chest burned painfully whenever he snapped out of his daydreams where he saw her beneath him, sweat
That evening Felicia came over to Monika and she was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee before her. Leaning her cheek into her palm, she stared at her steaming drink sadly. From time to time she reminded herself to finish it before the coffee got cold but each time she decided she didn't care.
After finishing her remaining paperwork, Monika walked into the kitchen to fetch herself something too, and upon seeing her friend she gently pushed her shoulder to try to cheer her up.
"What's wrong Italia, you're rarely like this."
Felicia sighed long and leaned back on her chair with a frown on her face. Monika sat opposite her and
Stirring her coffee in the cozy Italian café Felicia dragged her to, Monika promised herself to never believe anything Miss Italia said ever again. She was promised a relaxing trip to Florence, but all she got was an entire Italian family talking to her at the same time, loudly, ignoring the fact that she understood nothing of it, a tiring shopping trip because Italia refused to go out with her if she was dressed in loose, dark green clothes, and now wearing tight, feminine clothes, she had men staring at her and trying to pick her up. She wished she would have just stayed at home in Germany.
On the other hand, Italia couldn't have enjo
Luciano closed his eyes tightly when he felt the stream of blood coming from the wound on his forehead reach his eyelid. If only Felicia wasn't there, this wouldn't be so embarrassing. But in the second he stepped inside, she grabbed his hand and quickly sat him on a chair in the kitchen to take care of his wound. Now Luciano was sitting opposite her while she gently cleaned his face with a warm, wet towel, she wiped the blood off then pressed the corner of the cloth on the wound. He looked up at her slowly, somewhat shyly, but he was very happy to have her there. She was always so nice, so gentle, her hand always so warm... Felicia sighed lo
Luciano was pretty damn pleased with himself at the moment, since all his efforts seemed to be paying out all of a sudden. Monika's unusually warm welcome honestly surprised him, but he just thought of it as the first sign of his triumph he had wanted so much. If only there wouldn't have been something in her eyes he couldn't figure out...
For a while he could even forget about the fact that lately he had been underestimating her and got fooled by her more than enough times. For that time he let go of all of his suspicions and gave in to the pleasures the woman of his dreams had to offer him. He had no time to think about his own weakness wh
Fem!GermanyX2p!Italy Closer (9) by leakittychan, literature
Literature
Fem!GermanyX2p!Italy Closer (9)
Jogging was one of the few hobbies that Monika had time for. Running in the open air helped her clear her mind and find solutions to her problems that only stressed her out when she had to face them at her desk. It was almost the only time she could be alone with her thoughts and sort them, and she could temporarily feel at ease as well, every time after she finished stretching after her jog.
Clouds covered the sky that afternoon but she simply decided to ignore it, they said nothing about rain in the weather forecast earlier that day. She took the streets in her black sweatpants and hoodie and ran, towards the peace of mind she was always l
Fem!Italy Fem!Germany - Affection (8) by leakittychan, literature
Literature
Fem!Italy Fem!Germany - Affection (8)
"Italia, you're drooling on me." Monika mumbled softly and tried to pull her arm out of Felicia's hold but she quickly held it tighter to her chest and turned her head to press her forehead against Moni's shoulder.
"No, I'm not," she answered sleepily.
"Now you're not but I've got your saliva on my arm." Monika sighed, feeling somewhat frustrated about it but too tired to get mad because of something like this. She didn't sleep well at all. Felicia's bed was as uncomfortable as it could be and they could barely fit on it together.
"It's okay." Ita yawned long and stretched her legs then slid one of them between Monika's legs, tangling them
Lieutenant Beilschmidt was probably more used to being addressed by her rank than her first name. After all, she dedicated her life to her career in the army and the only people who called her Monika were Felicia and her Sergeant Major's five-year-old daughter, Veronika. Since she left Berlin to study in Munich, her life had been about nothing but working and working hard to earn her rank and working even harder for the promotion she had been dreaming of.
At some point during her university years she stopped thinking of herself as a woman and considered herself to be nothing more than a soldier. She turned down all the guys who tried to flir
2PItaly X FemGermany Night Terror (6) by leakittychan, literature
Literature
2PItaly X FemGermany Night Terror (6)
Blood... Blood everywhere.
Monika was slowly dragging herself across the foreign place, breathing heavily and holding her stomach, feeling as if she were about to throw up at any second from the sickening metallic smell. She was stumbling dizzily, her vision often faded to black and she struggled to see again every time. But whenever she could regain her sight, her surroundings seemed to have changed, the blurry walls and paths were somehow arranged differently, making her lose her way immediately.
She wasn't even sure if she was wounded or not, she didn't even understand why she was there and what was happening. Her boots stuck to the grou
Luciano enjoyed nothing more than being in control. He felt physically sick when things didn't go his way, despite his efforts. He needed to be better, stronger, the winner at all costs. He always got what he wanted easily for the past few years... But now, acquiring the treasure he longed for so deeply seemed an exceptionally hard task. It wasn't more power he wanted, neither was it riches or recognition.
It was Monika he desired with all his rotten, black heart, to have her submit to him and give into all the pleasures he could show her. His chest burned painfully whenever he snapped out of his daydreams where he saw her beneath him, sweat
That evening Felicia came over to Monika and she was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee before her. Leaning her cheek into her palm, she stared at her steaming drink sadly. From time to time she reminded herself to finish it before the coffee got cold but each time she decided she didn't care.
After finishing her remaining paperwork, Monika walked into the kitchen to fetch herself something too, and upon seeing her friend she gently pushed her shoulder to try to cheer her up.
"What's wrong Italia, you're rarely like this."
Felicia sighed long and leaned back on her chair with a frown on her face. Monika sat opposite her and
romano x reader: dysania by 12bfeygirl42, literature
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romano x reader: dysania
Consciousness introduced itself with the softest brush of its fingers across your temple, lightly teasing you as it whispered sweet nothings in your ears.
Each passing breath brought with it more warmth, a weightlessness that made it feel as if you were rising from the very depths of Purgatorio.
Golden light danced on your eyelids, the steady back-and-forth of distant waves a gentle melody bringing more awareness to your still exhausted form.
The ebb and flow was a companionable disturbance, harmonized with the quiet brushing of the sheers scraping against the olive flooring, the distant cries of seagulls adding depth to your surroundings.
Prussia x Reader: Heimweh by 12bfeygirl42, literature
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Prussia x Reader: Heimweh
The house hadn't changed while you were gone.
The sidewalk was still lined with solar lights, the yard was meticulously maintained, and the porch light was steadily glowing, a warm beacon calling for any lost souls to step into the warmth and love that was just past the door.
It was exactly 26 steps to the front door, 2 steps to ascend to pass the threshold, and exactly 8.7 seconds to get inside and close the door behind you.
Yet, somehow, those few moves summoned a bone-deep dread so strong you could feel yourself starting to choke.
You had to do this, however. It was your responsibility.
Even if he could never forgive you, you needed t