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“Why can’t you just pick me?” Warning:‘Lime’ content— beware ;) You looked up at the poster. It was still a little crooked, but it would have to do. You’d just finished putting up your newest poster of your favorite band, Bad Touch. It had all three members on it—Prussia, France, and Spain, looking as great as they always did. They were currently your obsession. But not just you; they had fangirls all over the world. They were a national phenomenon. Starting out in Europe, they quickly became the world’s most famous boy band. Lately, Bad Touch was all you ever thought about. Usually y

[Fair Warning: The reader curses once, and France is...well...France, so read at your own discretion!;)] You stood nervously in front of the door, hesitating. You knew what you were about to do was probably really stupid. I mean, since when has asking France for love advice ever gone well? But you had exhausted every other hope: Germany was too busy, Italy was too clueless. Japan started stuttering and said something about the question being "inappropriate". England suggested making scones and you weren't sure if America understood the question, as he said to be a "hero" and that "everything else will just work out, man!" Thus, France wa

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or you or much else actually… You breathed in the warm air and enjoyed the sunshine as you took a walk around Rome. You were happy to be able to call the ever beautiful, yet occasionally troublesome, city your home. It had been about four years since you moved to the city in order to attend a college you had been eyeing for quite some time. Four years since you made quite a radical change in your life. It had also been four years since you met a very interesting character... ****** You were shopping for groceries when you saw him. "Him" referred to a rather handsome young man who was purchasing tomato

You flopped onto the couch and sighed. You've had a long day- you had been working about in the kitchen, making some dinner for Lovino and his men since they were out working. They always said you didn't have to, but you wanted to, as a bit of a thank you. As you rested, you reflected on what your life had been like ever since you met the Mafia men. It was always interesting, to say the least, even after the conflict with Honda was settled. If anything, the relation between the Yakuza and the Mafia had gotten a little more cordial- although, since you and Mei had become close friends while she was held hostage, that was only to be expected.

A short while later, you neatly parked a short distance away from Lovino's jet. You were grinning broadly, and the mob boss was looking over at you with an amused expression on his face. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?" he chuckled, ruffling your already-messy-from-the-wind hair. You jerked his hand off with a toss of your head and fixed your hair quickly. "You know it!" you said with a wink. Then your face fell a bit when you remembered what you guys were faced with. You sighed and slumped back into the seat. "You know he's fine, right? Besides, he looks a lot different than he did when Honda took him last time. They won't know

 'Oh crap,' you thought, blushing scarlet. 'Well this isn't awkward at all.' Sarcasm filled your mind. You quickly kicked Antonio off of you, and he landed next to you with a muffled 'thud'. You quickly scrambled up, dusting yourself off. "That is not what it looked like!" you yelled at the two stunned Italian brothers. The Spaniard propped himself onto an elbow and chuckled. "What are you talking about mi querida? You pulled me right on top you!" he said with a cheery wink. "What. Are you talking about?! You kept holding onto me you idiot!" you growled. You were about to tackle Antonio, who had just gotten up, back down to the floor,

The first thing you became aware of when you awoke was the sound of running water. The second was your wet feet. Opening your eyes, you found yourself ankle-deep in a pool of water. What…? "Ah, sunflower, you're awake." The smiling face of Ivan Braginski stood several feet in front of you. To his right were two blonde girls, while three smaller men stood on his left. "I was starting to wonder if I'd hit you too hard," he chuckled. "That would be bad, da? Can't lure in the Vargas brat without live bait, now, can we?" A splash of water hit your arm, and you looked up to find a hole near your heat pouring water into the pool by your f

A Black Market Masquerade: Part One of Two. ~ "I never thought a girl like you would come to rescue me..."    Home is not where the heart is—it’s where you want it to be.    You’d realized this after you left your broken household in Northern Europe for a different country. You’d left behind your no-good father, many depressing memories of your long-gone mother, along with a few close friends, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. After all, your father was a terrible role model—one you didn’t care to go into details about.    So, you’d decided to attend college in Italy. You&#

Chapter 2    "You okay?" Victoria asked you.    You opened your eyes and pulled out your earphones. You nodded, trying to supress a yawn. Last night, you didn't study at all. There was no patience to do so. All you remembered was passing out on the couch and your alarm clock ringing in the morning.    The encounter with Ivan shook you up cosiderably. Why did he come to you? What was his reason? Could you trust him? These questions swarmed through your mind endlessly.    "You're spacing out," Somebody nudged your head with their finger. You looked up to see Finley.    "Lack of sleep," you said, hoping that they would buy it.    "Stu

  "Lovino, that's all the way on the other side of town." _____ said into the phone as she made some tea for herself. She held the cup and stirred the tea with her hands and held the phone between her shoulder and ear, "Why such short notice anyway?"  She could here Lovino's snappish sigh on the other end, "I just…" He frustratingly pushed the phone against his forehead for a moment before putting it back against his ear, "Just be here as soon as you can, please." He was telling, not asking.  _____ sighed, putting her cup down on the counter to hold the phone properly, "I don't even have time to drink my tea?"  "This isn't a joke _