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RomanoxReader: Notebook Entries(Name) wasn't in good shape. She was staying with the Vargas's for the weekend since her parents were out, and she helped her Lovino in return to get a date with a girl in school. She didn't mind helping her friends when she could, but what she did mind was that she just couldn't get to him.
He didn't know how she felt when he told her that he wanted to have a date with this girl. It tore her apart when he told her bluntly about it.
She sat quietly on the couch, writing every single emotion she had onto a page in her notebook.
"(Name), are you okay?" Feliciano, his younger brother asked.
"Oh, I'm alright, Feli."
"But you're writing like crazy~! You only do that when there's something on your mind!" He began thinking of reasons (Name) could be writing about. "Was is the pasta I made for dinner?"
She chuckled softly. "No, the pasta was delicious, actually."
"Oh… Is it fratello?"
She froze in place, a little blush spreading on her cheeks. "Um…"
"It is, isn't it?" Feliciano k
ItalyxReader: Notebook Entries“Ve . . . W-where’s Bella?”
Feliciano Vargas walked around the school looking for (Name). It was after school and she suddenly disappeared into thin air. He was a little worried about that, since it’s been happening a little more often recently. But Feliciano was more worried that she wasn’t telling him about it.
He looked around, seeing the people in the halls, but not (Name). He looked in the library and finally found her sitting at a table, scribbling into that notebook. “Ciao, Bella~!”
“Eh . . .?” (Name) looked up, and closed the notebook in a flash. “Hi, Feliciano, how are you?"
“I’m relived, actually! I thought I lost you, (Name)~ I couldn’t find you anywhere and I got really worried!”
“W-well . . . I was just about to head towards the main gate so I could meet you.”
“Bella, you’ve been staying a lot after school, right?”
“Y-yeah . . . truth is . . .
::Cute Magic:: England x Reader"Oh, my, I'm terribly sorry, (Name)," Arthur apologized.
"Pfft~! You were trying to make me into a little kid?" Francis pondered, trying to keep himself from laughing. "Oh, Artie, I didn't think you were –"
"DAMN YOU TO BLOODY HELL, WANKER!"
"Arthur-san, maybe we shouldn't speak such vulgar language in front of (Name)-san," Kiku suggested, trying to calm down the British man. Arthur looked over to (Name) who had her ears covered by Feliciano and looked around curiously at the two men that she couldn't hear.
He sighed as Feliciano took his hands off her ears. "I guess I was lucky. I was looking at the wrong spell. The original idea was to turn this . . . freak of nature over here into an actual frog. (Name) didn't have to suffer that, so that's good to hear." Arthur picked the little girl (who looked much younger than his younger brother) up into his arms. "This was my fault, so I guess I'll take care of (Name) until this spell wears off."
"And make her suffer that horrid thing you call
:::Cute Magic::: Prologue Country x ReaderSitting quietly at the table during the conversation (Name) looked around the room. She saw Ludwig, who was yelling at everyone in the room, but was failing to catch some people's attention. Then there was Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy, who were at each other's necks literally. There was also Alfred F. Jones, who was screaming out his own opinion and not taking "No" for an answer, and Kiku Honda, who was simply agreeing with everything the other man said.
She sighed. It didn't look like this conversation was getting anywhere.
"You bloody frog, now you'll get it!" Arthur growled, grabbing his spell book (where ever it came from).
"You say that like you could actually do a spell correctly!" Francis laughed.
"We'll see about that." He smirked as he opened the book to a specific page. "Verterunt hoc persona in prolem!" Arthur chanted.
Let me tell you one thing. He missed. Arthur went right over Francis's head. A bright light immediately got everyone's attention. And when everyone lo
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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