|this is what i usually do...art.....i suck at writing ^^'|
Art class: N. ItalyArt class: N. Italy by Valeryafrikigirl97
Extra class: Art class.
Days: Mondays and Wednesdays.
Teacher: Feliciano Vargas.
You looked at your schedule as you made your way to your class. You were kind of lost on the big institution so you didn't realize that you entered on the Art classroom instead of the Math classroom. A person was there, painting and stopped when he heard that someone opened the door.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you." You said.
"It's okay. Actually, I-a wanted someone to see my painting. Would you-a like to give me your impression of it?" The man said. He was slim with brown eyes and hair though his head had a weird curl on it.
"Umm, sure!" You got near the painting and examine it. It was a beautiful Venice painting.
"Wow, this is so beautiful! It's Venice, isn't it?" You asked, smiling brightly.
"Si, it's a painting from my-a home. Italia~"
"It's really pretty. You are real
The Promise of Blossoms (God!Japan x Reader)The Promise of Blossoms (God!Japan x Reader) by UnluckyAmulet
A single coin is enough to change everything.
From his vantage point, Kiku observes your trembling form with a dispassionate expression, mouth set in a thin line. Despair comes off you in clouds, as if you are exuding your own personal perfume. Your eyes follow the journey of the coin as it disappeared into the altar with a satisfying sound to confirm its landing before you begin, staring at the floor.
The beg jolts the young God, so acute is the loss withheld in your shaking form.
"I know what is done cannot be changed..." you begin, speaking in a quavering voice, tears spilling down your face like rain.”...But I beg for your help. My- my mother was all I had le-left in this world. Now she has joined you, I am alone..."
You stop here, though Kiku instinctively knows you are not done, sobs cut off your ability to speak. It is all you can do to stop yourself from choking, your face screwed up in pain as tears literally splash onto the stone floor. Were you a Goddess, K
Fairy Tale [Dad!Japan X Dead!Mum!Reader]Fairy Tale [Dad!Japan X Dead!Mum!Reader] by Merrina-Chan
Kiku smiled softly when he dressed up his little 4 years old daughter, Miari in her beloved cherry blossom pink nightdress with blossom print on it. Kiku Honda was a hard working single parent who loved his only daughter more than his own live. He worked hard so he could grant any wish his daughter had. When he was on work he would let her stay at his sister’s home who had children too, who really get along with their little cuisine. But one thing he would do every time. Bringing her to bed and if she wanted to hear a lullaby he would sing some until she would sleep. Or if she wanted to hear a good night- story he would tell her until she would sleep. And at days he wouldn’t have to work the next day, the two would stay in his bed and cuddle and laugh until the both of them would fall asleep. Kiku Honda was many things. Maybe a little bit emotionless, shy, serious, hard working and quiet, but he was a great father.
Tonight was the first night of Kiku’s vacations
Italy X Reader: Mio TesoroItaly X Reader: Mio Tesoro by PatchiAtchi
(Y/n) was sitting in her desk, finishing some papers her teacher asked her to fill. She sighed as she placed the new finished paper with the other finished ones and took another one to fill up. It was a freacking mountain of papers, for God’s Sake!
She was writing and humming her favorite song when someone entered the room. However, she didn’t look. She had too many papers to finish. The person approached her and coughed, winning her attention. She looked up to find her classmate.
“Do you need something, Feliciano?” She simply asked. Feliciano slightly blushed and lazilly smiled.
“I was just passing by when I noticed you here alone with that montagna of papers and thought of coming here and help you!” The Italian boy said. (Y/n) smiled slightly.
“Well, I’ll take that the italian word you just said means ‘mountain’.” She said, gaining a chuckle and a nod from Feliciano. “And well, thanks for thinking that. Bu
Father!EnglandxDaughter!Reader Growing upIt was your 16th Birthday. You had a great day! You had friends over, you got to cook food, you even got to teach your father how took cook a few things. After everyone left, you put all of the new stuff you got in your room, and your Father was downstairs, reading a book.alliekat1008
You were putting some of the new clothes you got in your closet, and dropped one of them. You bent down, and picked it up, and saw a box in the back of your closet. You reached in your closet, and grabbed the box and pulled it out.
"Hey, a box of my old toys.." You smiled, and opened it up. There were dolls, little animal things, and a bunch of other stuff.
You stood up, and walked out of your room, and went up to the attic. You went over to a big box, full of your old toys, drawing, some pictures, baby clothes, ect.
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"Will you STOP it, Gilbert!"
"Kesese! What's the problem, [Name]? Scared of a camera?"
"No! It's just uncomfortable and creepy with you doing that!"
"If you were wondering, [Name], the Awesome Me did accidentally take a picture of you looking out the window."
You lunged for the camera, screaming something like, "GIMME THAT!"
You were pretty photo-shy. You hated seeing yourself on camera or in photos with a fake smile or being taken a photo of while you weren't paying attention at all.
"Nein! Kesesese[Name], ahh!"
At that point, Gil as leaning as far away from you as possible without squishing his brother Ludwig, who was dozing with a Skymall magazine open in h
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“I’VE GOT YOU!!!” you cried as you threw yourself onto Gilbert’s crouching form.
“Mraow!!” he cried out as he began to struggle. You were pretty strong though, and you held him down. However, Gilbert, being a cat, was lean and muscular and his thrashing was wearing you out.
“Hey Gil,” you whispered sexily as you leaned down and licked his neck, “if you don’t cooperate, I’ll make you take two baths.”
Gilbert’s body went limp, and you relinquished your hold on him. There were tears at the corners of his sca
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“I love the snow.” You said to yourself as you were walking to the house of your friends, the Nordics. You were staying with them while your place was going under construction. You held a couple plastic bags in your hands filled with your purchases from the grocery store. You breathed in the cold air as you smiled. You were about half way to the Nordic’s home when the winds started to pick up. The snow that was picked up in the wind was so thick you barley could see where you were going. “Well there are the bad sides of the snow I guess.” You told yourself as you heard a cracking from above as you looked up seeing a large branch tumbling down on top of you.
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As soon as they saw their home in sight Hanatamago stopped and looked do
Cafetalia X Reader - NorwayEmbasan
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Norwegian Airlines flight 23 with non-stop service to Oslo, Norway. Please turn your attention to the flight attendant nearest you for our safety demonstration. Please follow along with the safety card located in the seat pocket in front of you. Please make sure your seatbelt is securely fastened at this time. To fasten, insert the loose metal buckle into the holder. Tighten so it fits firmly around your waste. To fasten, pull the loose belt. Also, make sure all carry-on items are stored in the overhead bins or under the seat in front of you…” The perky flight attendant recited.
You let her speech fade into the background as you took in your rather big surroundings. A three seat aisle connected you to your friend who decided to spend her college break going to Norway with you, her younger not-quite-in-college-yet companion. She has heard the safety speech before,