Hai-Lillia-Here

"Lovi! Oh Lovi-chan!" You called up the stairs. "Don't call me that!" Romano called beck down the stairs, appearing at the top of them. "What do you want?" "It's not what I want, it's what you want. Like this, for instance?" you pulled a luscious red tomato from behind your back. Romano's eyes widened. He came down the stairs slowly, eyes on the tomato. You started backing away from him, faster and faster until you were both running around the house. Unfortunately for you, Romano had longer legs and he soon caught up to you. He tackled you to the ground, cursing all the while. You gave him the tomato with one hand and smacked him upside the

"Romano. Open this door. Romano. . .Romano. . .ROMANO. . .ROOOOMMMMAAAAAANNNOOOOOOOOO!!" You banged on his door. "OPEN UP, MAFIA MAN~~~!!!" It was noon, and he still didn't answer. He was in trouble~ You could hear some colorful cuss words, and some cloth moving. You literally kicked the door with all your might. "ROMANOOOO! ROMANOOO! Open UUUPP!" "GO AWAY, IDIOTA!" "Never~!" "URGH, RAGAZZA!" "YOU'RE THE RAGAZZA, I'M WAKING YOU UP AT NOON AND YOU'RE STILL WHINING?!? COME ON LOVI, I NEED TO FREAKING TALK TO YOU!" You whined through the door, hands clawing trails in the mahogany wood like a certain friend of yours had taught you. "Be a MA

"No!" Lovino shouted for the millionth time. "I told you, I don't like that name." "But, I think it's cute." You said, crossing your arms with a fake pout on your face.  Lovino clenched his fists tightly. "It's not cute." He growled, gritting his teeth together. You have known Lovino since grade school. You did know that the name irritated him, but you didn't know it irritated him this much. Dispute Lovino's attitude, you had fallen for this tsundere Italian. "C'mon Lovi," you said. "Just this once." "Don't call me that!" He snapped loudly, causing you to flinch back a bit. Lovino noticed this and adverted his gaze down to the ground. "

Bang Bang Bang "What the hell is that?" Romano slowly got up from the couch he was having his siesta on and walked to the door. He was just about to open it when- Bang Bang Bang "Lovino! Let me in! I know you took it! Give me my tomato seeds back!" The Italian stopped himself from opening the door and frowned. It was [Name]. Shit. He really didn't want to deal with this right now. He was missing his siesta because of you. Screw it. He would just tell you he didn't know what he was talking about. Hopefully you would buy it and go bug someone else. Lovino sighed and turned the knob, opening the door. 'Lets get this over with.' "What the

Romano x Reader Warning: Contains Language. "Well, I don't believe that everyone loves your brother more than you." You said as you fiddled with the hem of your dress; swinging your eight year old legs back and forth as you sat on a bench in the park with your best friend, Lovino Vargas. "Oh yeah?" retorted Lovino, "Then why does everyone like my stupid fratello?!" He grunted before staring at the grass beneath him, his face pulled into a childish pout. "Not everyone. Trust me Lovi." you said quietly. Lovino glared at your usage of his nickname but he ignored it by saying nothing. You took this as a chance to continue, "You know, there's

Disclaimer: i don't own the picture, Hetalia, the song, or you. Also there are some ideological sensitive material in here (Suicidal tendencies and drug use) Please enjoy. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Tell the swine We will make it out alive There's a note in the pages of a book ~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~    ~    ~   ~   ~   ~ "This world sucks! I should just leave it, there's nothing here for me anyway.

"Lovino…what are you so annoyed about THIS time?" you asked, looking at your pouting Italian best friend. "None of your damned business!" he shouted, folding his arms. You frowned. You had been friends with Romano since…well…forever! But there were times where he was a royal pain in the ass, like right now. "Lovino, give me a break. You know you can talk to me about anything; right?" you said, putting a hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off stubbornly. Your frown deepened and your eyes saddened a bit as well. There was no telling how long you had continued to assure him that he could talk to you about anything, but he

"I'll go with . . . Prussia." Even after the words had left your mouth there was a pause and no one made any moves. You were about to choose someone else til there was a slight tap on your shoulder that cause you to turn around and look at the blue eyed Prussian. The two of you had a short staring contest til a German voice broke the silence. "You know that you don't have all night to just stare at the frau bruder." With that said you were then taken by the wrist as the two of you walked out of the house towards your destination. However, on the whole way the Prussian man did not say one single word to you for the whole walk to the restaur

"I think I'll pick . . . Russia." You looked around to see any movement however, you did feel as though someone were behind you. So, you turned around to see the red eyes of the tall Russian man in front of you. Even though this Russia was similar to the 1p!Russia you knew, however he was more quiet and very violent. Which then caused you to maybe rethink your choice. But, you then noticed a pair of hands on your shoulders. The two of you then exited the house and began to walk into the destination your date was taking you. It was very quiet on the whole walk to where . . . where ever the two of you were going. The silence was making you fe

"I choose . . . England. . ." As soon as those words left your mouth you were wrapped up into a big hug by the pink and blue British man. He nearly squeezed all of the air out of you. "Oh~! Poppet you have no idea how happy you made me~!" You only nodded due to all the air lost. A reason you picked him was as long as you did not eat any food he made you might get out a live. However . . . "I do believe I know the perfect place to take you too. Which would be my cafe~! I'll make the best cupcakes you ever tasted~! . . .Of course, my cupcakes are to DIE for~." The way he said 'Die' just made you know that you might have made a bad choice.