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Romano x Reader"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!"
"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 MAN. . .get outta your bed." He groaned again. You bashed your head on the door.
"LOVINO VARGAS, DON'T MAKE ME GET GERMANY OR SPAIN." There was a scrambling noise, and a shirtless Lovi opened the door, rubbing his eyes like a child. You grinned triumphantly until you noticed how sculpted he was. Woah, when was the last time you saw him shirtless? 3rd grade
Iceland x ReaderWhy did you move here again?! Oh. Yeah. Your brother, (Brother's Name), had moved her long ago to start a family, and succeeded. You could only see your nephew and your neices this way; moving here for some time.
Wasn't this cosy. That was sarcasm. Your sister in law, Tina, hated you, and the feeling was mutual, but you loved your brother dearly. And your little angels~ One ran by, naked, but covered in red paint. Make that devils. You were currently stuffed with Tina in a loveseat, and both of you were scooted to the side as far as you could without it being too obvious to (Brother's Name). Tina yelled at a passing toddler girl - another reason why you hated her. She was mean to her own children.
"Erica, put that DOWN!" Tina snarled at the little three-year-old, who was picking up her very expensive phone. You sighed, and stood up.
"I'm. . .gonna go. Bye, twerp~!" You picked Erica up by her feet and she giggled. You twirled around a bit and set her down, kiss
Romano x Reader: Diaper Duty"Romano! Dirty diaper number two ready for you~!" You giggled, holding a stinky 1-year-old girl with sparkling amber eyes and bright red brown hair (with a curl) over to your husband.
"Seriously, ragazza? Can't you do it yourself?" He groaned, standing up from his comfortable chair. You nodded, giggling, and saying, "I've got to do dirty diaper number one." and pointing your chin at the little boy on the highchair. He also had amber eyes and red hair, but the curl was on the other side of his head, and had another one on the other side. So did his twin, but that was beside the point; moving on. Romano muttered some cuss words and took the girl, and you ran to get more diapers. You changed the boy- Feliciano-'s diaper and powdered his butt like a good mama. Romano struggled with the straps on the diaper, and you reached over to help him.
"Roma, you have to wipe her butt with a wipey." You giggled, wiping her butt for him and throwing the wipe at him. He fell over, and grinned.
"Oh no, r
Prussia x Reader: It Was Worth It~
You scanned the library in search of some light reading. Running through the aisles in your little black shoes, you grabbed the first thing you found and sat to read it, your rather long plaid skirt fanning out. You chuckled inwardly at the brilliance of the first few pages and straightened your white button-down shirt and pulled out your tie a bit in preparation for the book.
You read the whole day away, skipping classes for the first time in your life. You just. . .COULDN'T put it down! You were sprawled on a padded chair, sipping hot chocolate you somehow smuggled into school, when you heard someone run in the aisles no one was supposed to enter the restricted section. Where you just happened to be hiding.
"A-ah! Frau! Hide me!" A certain Albino by the name of Gilbert Beildschmit dove behind the chair you were sitting on, and you soon knew why. Hearing pants of a mean old hag, you rearranged your body so that you where covering Gilbert. Not that he deserved helping. He was a
Russia x Child!Reader"Mr. Russia! Mr. Russia! Mr. Russia!" You called repeatedly as a small child, running around your brother, Toris,'s legs. You were a feisty little 5 year old, and Toris the country of Lithuania, though you didn't know it. You knew that Mr. Russia had something to do with Russia, and that is all you were able to force out of Toris.
"Mr. Russia!! Mr. Russia!! Mr. Russia!" You chanted again, Toris failing at catching you. Your _______ colored pigtails slapped teasingly at his legs as you ran. You wanted to see the man, even if he was sleeping.
"MR. RUSSIA!! MR. RUSSIA!! MR. RUSSIA!!" A thought hit you, and you ran to his room, then yelled, "Господин, проснись! Пожалуйста, проснись!! Я хочу играть!" (Sir, wake up! Ple
Spain x ReaderYou glared at the manga in front of you, sneaking peeks at the boy across from the room. You slammed down the copy, groaning, and hit your head on the lunch table.
"Hey!" Your friend, Megan, poked your back. She had moved your plate at exactly the right time, and it was because of her quick thinking that you didn't have food all over your face. "Still can't stop thinking about my uncle?" She guessed.
"Hey! No talking about that here!!" You cried, looking up at her with a purple bruise on your forehead.
"Oh psh, it's not like anyone can hear me."
"Yes they can, Megan!!"
"Here, I'll prove it; HEY EVERYONE!!" She yelled standing. "I'M AN ALIEN NAMED TONI!!!!"
No one even batted an eye.
"See? Your safe as long as his fangirls don't hear you." She smirked, sitting back down.
"Don't talk about them!! It's like they have super radar ears for gossip!!" You cried, whipping your head around in fear. You stopped and pushed back up your thick glasses, straitening your uniform, and flipping your (h
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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