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Elizaveta had dragged (Name) out that day to go shopping. They shared most of the same classes at their local college and became fast friends within the first year. (name) had been holed up for most of the summer watching reruns of TV shows and stalking celebrities. Well, celebrity, Gilbert Beilschmidt to be exact. He was the biggest thing now. Model, actor, singer, there really was nothing this guy couldn’t do. The guy was albino which didn’t hinder his thick German appearance and heavy accent. If anything it helped make him more attractive. Girls fawned over him, guys wanted to be him and everyone and their grandmother had heard

You held on tightly to your two little countries, you didn’t want them to be taken away. “You can’t just take them away from me Austria! This is dirty!” “You know the rules, now hand them over [Name].” Sadly, after a slight war between Austria and France about the Habsburg Territory that would divide the certain European countries… Italy and Romano would be taken away from you. If you were to fight back you would surely lose. The two little Italians clung to your legs tighter “M-Mamma please-a don’t-a leave!” “Leave-a mamma alone bastardo!” Your oldest one Roman

Reader + Child!Italy Brothers More family story stuff. Lovino is in it so a little bit of cursing.     =======================     You sat on the floor, legs to your chest and back against the wall. You felt horrible, your nose was runny, vision blurry from red eyes, your head hurt and your throat was dry. You had been like this for a few hours at least, but you couldn’t be sure. You were going through one of the many calm periods you’ve had today, you felt that soon the flood gates would break again.     Why did this have to happen? Why? You take a sharp breath and slowly, shakily blow it out through your lips. This all sta

Melting The Ice (Iceland x Depressed!Reader) 1 *This is something like a prolouge, and I hope you all don't kill me TT_TT I'm trying my hardest! Anyways, if you do enjoy this, I'd really appreciate it if you checked out all my other fanfics! Thanks! Hasta la Pasta!* “No.” “Yes.” “No!” “Yes!” “NO!!!” “YES!!!” Your decision was final. You were going to go to Iceland. Your brother-like friend, Arthur, had thrown a fit when he found out that you were going to take the long trip from England to Iceland. That argument was his final effort to get you not to go. There. In