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  2P Italy x Depressed/Suicidal Reader          I watched the blood drip down the knife wound on my side. I’d never admit to this man that he’s doing me a favor rather than a criminal act. I’ve seen his photo on the news several times; darkish brown hair with a tint of red, that unmistakable curl, those deep red eyes that show only pure enjoyment as he watches the person  shiver and shake before he kills them, and those sweet looking lips that turn into a deadly smirk. His voice is so smooth, deep thick Italian accent; it’s very attractive like the said man.            “Bella, you don’t have a clue who y

Ending it all ..... I'm so sick No one sees how my mind is No one knows sees me fading I'm fading into nothing I hurt I cry No one hears No one sees I fade back to nothingness My voice: gone My ideas: gone My feelings: ignored It's the end of me Goodbye

Note: Cuss warning, lol.    I'd rather die than be the source of (Name)'s unhappiness!    This was the only thing that Gilbert had in his mind. He, figuratively and literally, filtered each and every hall or room the whole campus contained just to find her.    He even checked the restrooms. The self-proclaimed Prussian might be the campus heartthrob, but that does not give him a free access to the ladies' room. Gilbert does not leave bruise-free upon entering one.    "Damn!" He put his hands up to block the empty lipstick tubes and other makeup being thrown at him. "I was just looking for (Name)! Is she even in here?"    "Yeah, righ

((Reader's POV)) (Name) worried her lip nervously as she peeked out from behind the stage curtain at the gathered mass of bodies. She, along with the rest of her fellow students, were gathered in the school's auditorium for the Talent Competition. Currently, she was waiting backstage until it was her turn to perform along with the rest of the competitors, all of whom were either milling about or practicing their performances. Few were confident enough to sit calmly as they waited excitedly for their turn to own the stage.    (Name) had learned about the competition only recently, in fact it was about a week ago, right before the whole inci

Chapter 9: Conflict in Castelia I gritted my teeth as I called Prince back to my side. He briefly glanced back at me, taking his eyes off his opponent for the first time in a while before reluctantly scurrying back to my side. He tried to look tough, but I knew better. He was dangerously close to collapsing, although he tried not to show it. After patting him on the head and praising him for a job well done, I straightened and assessed the situation I was in.    Ash and I were in the midst of a 3 on 3 battle, and both of us were down to our last pokemon. Currently, Ash's Pikachu was out of the field, looking confident and strong despite th

You couldn't stand it anymore, your relationship with your boyfriend was not what it use to be. Your boyfriend, Luciano Vargas, was getting out of hand; first of all he was a killer, second he had a nasy anger issue and three he was very physical with you. (I don't really want to say abusive) You didn't know how much more you could take and soon it might ruin your relationship with him. Luciano had just come home angry about something as usual. It was most likely his brother or something else, following behind him were Kuro and Lutz who were his friends/partners. You were currently in the living room reading (f/b) when your peace was disturb

(Name) tightened her apron more and grabbed her tray she went out of the kitchen and into the diner. She asked people if they were alright needed any more water and things like that. A boy about her aged called her over. He was sitting with two other boys and they didn’t have any food. She assumed that they were ready to order. “Hello Sirs how may I help you?” She asked with a smile and a timid voice. (Name) was a bit shy but she still worked in a fifty’s style diner, it was good money and she knew the owner. She had friends here and she loved her work, the only problems were people like this. The boy who called he

---BDSM? (Italy x Reader x Germany)--- It was a quiet Sunday morning. You were at your good friend Germany's house, just to hang out. You found out that you arrived a bit earlier than expected, since the Axis were still having a training session in the backyard. Germany let you stay in the living room while they were still doing drills, so you made yourself at home by lying on the sofa whilst reading a book. What was the book, you ask? Well, it was just something you picked up while you were visiting England last week. Fifty Shades of Grey. After reading countless doujinshis, lemons and being on Tumblr almost 24/7--this book didn't have

((Reader's POV)) 'Dammit, where the hell did I put it?' (Name) thought as she patted herself down and checked the pockets of her pants. She turned them completely inside out and revealed: absolutely nothing. Frustrated and tired of searching, (Name) gave up and flopped down onto her bed with a huff and sighed, turning over onto her stomach and burying her face into her pillow. Oh well, it wasn't that important anyway- she could just rewrite it later if she wanted to. It wasn't like she put her name on it or anything either.    Sighing, (Name) sat up on her bed and touched her neck, running over the events that had transpired at t

A/N: Please read, this is important about this part and the next parts. It will be continued. Since so many people requested another part, I finally made it. Woo! Thank you guys so much for all the positive feedback on the last part. This is one of my more popular stories and I'm very grateful of that. Oh and at some point the story will branch off into (my kind of) horror or romance so yeah. That's all, I hope you enjoy and read the next part if you like this. Don't forget to read the first part if you haven't (I'll post a link at the bottom). Enjoy~! P.S. It's kinda short again so sorry ;-;. 2p!Italy x (Fem!)Reader: Game of Cat and Mouse..

((A/n: If you see any font like this font here, then it means the speaker is speaking in Italian. I would just write it in Italian, but I don't want to mess up any words and what not. ALSO IF YOU DO NOT LIKE VIOLENCE OR SWEARING, BEWARE THE FIRST HALF OF THIS CHAPTER)) ((Reader's POV))        'Damn that bastard!' You though venomously as you stood topless before the bathroom mirror, inspecting the newest bruise in your collection: a large, purple blotch that encompassed the whole of your neck. 'This is going to be difficult to hide...' Absently, you gently traced the injury before sighing and letting your hand drop. The

You find yourself stranded outside, shivering in the rain, on a cliché dark and stormy night. Thunder rumbles and lightning forks across the sky in crazy jagged bursts. It’s quite beautiful, really. And you could’ve stood there, admiring the natural beauty of nature, had you not been late. It’s around 11:00 PM at night, and your boss has been so kind as to give you the 11:00 PM to 3:00 AM shift due to a fellow co-worker’s sickness. You aren’t even the employee that is supposed to be called upon for scenarios such as these, but alas, your boss is a thick-headed moron. Another bolt of lightning flashes high a