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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 2
Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 2
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Thankfully the day you returned was a Friday - you needed the weekend to compose yourself, get to know the world a little better. As if you've spent the past few months on another planet that escaped the normal flowing of time, everything had at least a little change. It was a peaceful Saturday morning that couldn't have gone slower, and you were starting to enjoy the tranquility of your home. 
The bright, yellow sunlight forced its way through the small peeps of your curtain, streaking your closed eyes uncomfortably as you lay on the bed. Blinking furiously and rolling over to face the other side, you laid there for a couple more minutes before sloppily stepping out of your bed. Not bothered to change out of your clothes from yesterday, you trudged down the flight of stairs and went through your daily morning routine. Your parents were already ahead of their schedule and at work, but a smile
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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 1

Un Romance Roto - A broken romance 
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The winking stars that adorned the navy blue sky weren't bright, 
the eerie fog of clouds hid the moon's crescent shape of light, 
covering the pearly white glow like a deadly blight. 

Everything just wasn't the same. 
As if a dream had ended, you were now in reality - the cruel reality. How could you have not seen this coming? Everything came down to this, all the unnecessary drama, blood and tears. Desperately trying to distract yourself from your grief by finding joy in the entertainment the airline offered, all efforts proved futile as his face constantly flashed in your mind, vivider than a lucid dream. 
Your mind was beyond what you would call chaotic; everything in your life was in jeopardy. Everything was a question with loose ends, your friends, your family and him
Trapped in the window se
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Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 6
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 6
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You kept a hand on his leg that was covered by a blanket, leaning forward to show him that you were listening. A melancholic look had made its way to his face as he tried to gather the right words. The same emotion was shared with Antonio, whose body had tensed upon realizing that Romano was about to expose highly confidential information, partially because it was rather personal. Making no effort to intervene, he listened intently and hoped for the best. 
"Luciano... That bastard. Looks just like my brother but just isn't. He's the devil, while Feliciano doesn't even fit in as a mobster." he started, wrinkles forming in between his frowning eyebrows. He stared hard into his hand, flawed with scars and blemishes. 
"Our families have been at war with each other for decades. It wasn't as bad as before, but we still hate their asses. Now that I know that
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Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 5
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 5
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Day after day, you trained in that very room in the evening, where Romano would consistently join you when he had time to kill and train to get you in the shape of the necessary standards in order to survive as an associate in the family. Soon, you replaced the weak image you possessed in the beginning and built a much more resilient one. On the very first day you thought that you wouldn't survive held hostage by a mob and was very certain that you wouldn't even be allowed out of your room - pleasantly surprised at the tables that were turned, acceptance of this life came quite naturally. 
Currently seated in the boss's headquarters on the sofa, you were drowning yourself in a novel that you had just picked up from the shelves that were engraved on the walls. The omnipotent figure however was busy reading through several documents stacked on his table. His
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Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 4
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 4
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"Training?" you asked, voice laced with confusion. "Why would I need to do that?" 
He paused, eyeing you with the uttermost shock; but something in his facial expression suggested a touch of admiration. Instead of staring at you as if you were the most ignorant fool to ever be blessed on the planet, he thought of your question as a sign of innocence. 
Something that sparked new found appreciation. 
Romano walked slowly in your direction, keeping a well distanced space between you both. 
"What do you think would happen if an enemy infiltrated this mansion? That wouldn't be much of a problem because we'll kick their asses of course." he started, a dark smile creeping onto his features. "Everybody in this household are trained killers-" 
That statement cut deeply into you. 
It was quite believable to a great extent, especially whe
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Good cop (Prisoner! America x Cop! Reader)
Good cop - Prisoner! America x Cop! Reader
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You had just made it pass the test by the skin of your teeth- don't get me wrong, you're very capable, especially when it comes to physical, athleticism. However, it was your psychology that had dragged you back a few yards. You were definitely the one for justice; inspired by your passionate love for superheroes. Despite your strong sense of morals and strength, even you could crack from pressure, or fear. 
Enjoyed life at twenty, you now hit the tender age of twenty-one where all that disappeared right in front of your eyes. 
After completing the cadet training program, you were now prepared to be a proper police officer and ready to roll. Or so you thought. 
Due to the overcrowding state prisons, hundreds of inmates were sent to police stations, one of them being where you were working right now. Just thinking about the skyrocketing crime rate and incarcerations really motivated you to g
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Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 3
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 3
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You sat in your room, limbs sprawled over the bed with half-lidded eyes focused on the ceiling. The silence had already filled the room to the point that you thought your breathing was quite loud. It was around ten, about an hour after breakfast was served- to your door. Your thoughts were wandering around just you were yesterday, but you couldn't help it as you were bored at of your mind. 
Although it had only been a day, it felt like you have been living in this room for your entire life. Everything was done here, and what was it you were doing? 
Oh, nothing. 
Just overhearing the muffled voices discussing matters that was none of your business. The walls were not thin, but not so thick to the point that it would be practically a soundless room. You sluggishly picked your body up and dragged yourself to the front wall from the willpo
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Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 2

Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 2
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The hard, polished marble floors of the mansion were almost too hard for what you were used to- it was only cheap carpet that seemed to consume your feet every time they sunk into them. Your legs were striding and trying to keep up with the man in front of you, whose hand was tightly wrapped around your wrist. Dragging you without any signs of slowing down, you passed by many hallways and rooms that could only pass by as a fast blur of warm lights. 
Your eyes were starting to feel the sting as the many lamp and different light sources burned on your pupils. Fortunately, he had seemed to slow down once he reached a wide brass door, the general appearance of the door even intimidating you a bit. 
Turning over to the seemingly gleeful man, you gave him eyes widened with fear. What could he had possibly led you to? A torture room? A dungeon? This incredibly hig
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Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 1
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader|
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Translations in the description. Please excuse the Italian. 
You couldn't go back to that bench. 
There had to be some other way- you weren't going to sleep on that, especially when it was located in a park right behind a nightclub. Deciding to give up on that option, you sucked it up and continued to walk aimlessly on the streets. As you slowly walked past the many shops and restaurants, they all seemed to be much more enticing than you had remembered. 
Too bad you didn't have any money. 
"Now that I'm kicked out, where the hell am I supposed to go now?" you grumbled under your breath, infuriated eyes narrowed and darting in all directions. Each step you took took a toll on you, they managed to boot everyone out without providing any lunch, so basically you were lost and weak from lack of food. The contents inside of your shoulder bag clinked in a cons
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Mi amor |Yandere! Spain X reader| 23
Mi amor |Yandere! Spain X reader| 23
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It was a crisp new morning, it was a cool temperature of thirteen; the chilling breeze blowing in though the large balcony window gap and made the ruffles of the light curtains wave. Despite the outside, you were kept warm from Antonio's body; skin to skin contact which rose the temperature under the blanket. Body rising slowly up and down, every individual breath seemed to tickle you on the neck so much that it sent chills down your back. 
The stray hairs that suck to your face somehow made their way onto your lip, but you couldn't move them away with your arm as they were encased in his, so basically you were stuck in a slightly uncomfortable position in your own troubling thoughts. 
How long would it take for them to get here? Certainly they were arriving at the airport in Madrid, rather than Barcelona's, right? 
You didn't know; you should've asked. 
Nevertheless they would get here q
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Unladylike (Pirate! Hetalia x Modern! Reader) 8
Unladylike (Pirate! Hetalia x Modern! Reader) 8
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Antonio had just left the room to check out all the commotion that had seemed to suddenly break out, leaving you with the Italian brothers to our own thoughts. A few moments after he had stepped out of the room, an eerie silence fell among you all, not awkward, but a silence that suggested something was out of the ordinary. Furrowing your brows as you turned to them, they exchanged almost identical expressions suggesting agreement. 
"Do you feel like someone's watching us?" Feliciano started with a quivering tone, his eyes narrowed into a worried glint. Romano's forehead dampened, his teeth clamped tightly as he folded his arms together. 
"Y-yeah." he muttered, making you nod in reply. Like you were speaking of the devil, a light, sharp finger poked at your shoulder, the shock snapping through your body making it seem more painful that it actually was. A chill ran up to your nec
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Mi amor |Yandere! Spain X reader| 22
Mi amor |Yandere! Spain X reader| Chapter 22
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Something pierced in your heart, but it didn't hurt- it was rather pleasant. Those words hit too close to home, reminding you of everything that you have been missing. Even if it were for a second, you enjoyed it; the next was what felt like whatever pierced you had now had a hand on it, twisting and prodding. Your blood to ran cold. Thankfully the soft snoring in your ear had calmed you down a little, assuring he was still unconscious and unaware of what you were doing. Cautiously turning your head to look at him, so slow you felt every imperfection of your spine rub and grind against each other.
"He's still asleep... Thank god." you thought, staring intensely at him as your heart pulsed with anxiety. "When will he wake up?"
Lingering your gaze on him for a couple of moments longer, you then proceeded to drown yourself in your worries.
If Alfred tries to save me... How will he do it?
What wil
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Unladylike (Pirate! Hetalia x Modern! Reader) 7
Unladylike (Pirate! Hetalia x Modern! Reader) 7
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As the day dragged by, hour after hour splashing in the crystal clear water, you all eventually retired to Antonio's comfortable headquarters, joking and loafing around. Your stomach was now empty and starting to grumble as all of your fuel had been exhausted from floating and beating in the water. That was why you were currently lying on Antonio's soft couch, the thin layer of satin forcing you to give in to the smooth touch and stay there for ages to come. 
The tomato shaped candy was transparent and glossy from your mouth, held in your hand and popping in and out of your lips. At first you were very weirded out with the strange flavor but apparently is was 'delicioso' according to Antonio and Romano. 
"Hey guys, what do you all want to do now?" you asked, placing the lollipop high over your head so that the hanging ceiling light could shine through it, creating a mesmeri
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Mi amor |Yandere! Spain X reader| 21
Mi amor |Yandere! Spain X reader| Chapter 21
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"Yes. But it's up to you, you can escape with our help that way." 

Escape. 
What did that exactly mean?
Did that mean that you would return home, see your loved ones again? 
Or be responsible for Antonio's demise? 
Or both? 
Luciano stood there patiently, allowing you to rethink his words. His magenta eyes no longer burned at such an extreme extent anymore, but rather softened as you were caught in a life threatening dilemma. Your back facing the entrance to the underground bar, meaning that you would have been working against him behind his back. The faint laughter that you were so familiar with filled the inside, bouncing off of the walls and eventually spreading the bright smiles to the rest of the people inside into a joy-filled night. Twisting your pulsating body to the small glow of light emanating from the slightly ajar door, you stared at it. 
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Unladylike (Pirate! Hetalia x Modern! Reader) 6

Unladylike (Pirate! Hetalia x Modern! Reader)
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The door creaked open, sending a soft gust of a pleasant smell to fill your nose as it hit you and blew your hairs astray. You blinked, your eyes meeting with a large pool of sloshing water. The tiling of the pool made up of crimson reds and earthy colors, suiting with the Ship's theme very nicely. You glanced at Antonio, swearing that you caught a couple of sparkles dazzling here and there as he proudly presented his hidden room. 
"What do you think? Ever seen one of these before?" he asked you with a bright grin, nudging you to enter along with the two Italian brothers. For a split second, you wanted to say no, but your mischievous instinct screamed at you to say yes. You nodded your head with a smile, much to his disappointment. He pressed his lips together into a pout, all the light draining away from his face. "Aww, what? I thought that it'd be your first time!
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Mi amor |Yandere! Spain X reader| Chapter 20
Mi amor |Yandere! Spain X reader| Chapter 20
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Your heart pounded in your chest that it grew uncomfortable and your throat constricted, cutting your airflow momentarily. He stood there with crossed arms, watching you intently as he let the words seep in deeply into your mind. 
"You know A-Antonio?" you sputtered, still blinking furiously to regain your vision which was blurred out of focus. He nodded slowly, his piercing magenta eyes burning into yours with such intensity.
"I don't just know him, I know him," he replied, his tone changing slightly after that break in the middle of his sentence. Although it appears that the sentence makes absolutely no sense, it did for you. What that meant for you was that the road ahead would be bumpy, if not scattered with countless obstacles and problems. 
Shaking your head slightly as it hung low, some of your hair fell in front of your face, sticking to your moistened skin that had dampened from th
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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 2
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Thankfully the day you returned was a Friday - you needed the weekend to compose yourself, get to know the world a little better. As if you've spent the past few months on another planet that escaped the normal flowing of time, everything had at least a little change. It was a peaceful Saturday morning that couldn't have gone slower, and you were starting to enjoy the tranquility of your home. 

The bright, yellow sunlight forced its way through the small peeps of your curtain, streaking your closed eyes uncomfortably as you lay on the bed. Blinking furiously and rolling over to face the other side, you laid there for a couple more minutes before sloppily stepping out of your bed. Not bothered to change out of your clothes from yesterday, you trudged down the flight of stairs and went through your daily morning routine. Your parents were already ahead of their schedule and at work, but a smile made its way to your face as you spotted a plate of pancakes, still warm and steaming a little sitting on the dining table.

"If you don't mind me," you muttered, picking up the plate of food and walking over to the couch. You gently placed the plate on the coffee table and flicked on the television, rather excited to catch up on your favourite television shows. Before you even clicked the Netflix app, a news story on the homepage caught your attention, drawing you into clicking that instead.

It was definitely not something you needed right now, but it was of something you cared deeply about. 

"Verdict given for vacation renegade - Alleged kidnapper of a high school female is arrested after months spent abroad in Spain." 

Your stomach dropped and you clicked on it in a heartbeat, nausea overcoming your body from an overwhelming amount of anticipation and anxiety. It finally loaded up, presenting you with a footage captured of a reporter. The reporter put on a brave face, but there was an unpleasant and grim aura exuded from her frown.

"High school senior, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo is held responsible for the kidnapping of another student, as police officers say, whom had kept her hidden in his home for a short period of a few days. According to airport records, he had boarded a plane with the kidnapped victim to Spain..."

There were multiple shots of his house, barricaded with bright yellow police tape, where the insides were being searched inside out for evidence of activity. It eventually displayed footage in the airport, where a low quality video showed two people walking towards the gates, zooming in on the faces to reveal the identities of yourself and him. You let out a soft gasp as it lingered on his face, where his features were as clear as crystal. 

"Toni..." you cried softly, grasping a pillow tightly in your chest and squeezing it tightly. 

"Right now, he is being held incarcerated at..." 

You dropped the fork held in your hand and let it clatter loudly on your plate, but you didn't care. 

Your parents wouldn't be back till late, and your friends certainly wouldn't bother you in such a crucial time of emotional recovery. 

You knew where he was, and you needed to see him.

Stuffing the remainder of the pancake into your mouth, you scooped it up and ran to the kitchen, throwing it in the sink roughly. Wiping your mouth and downing a few gulps of water, you brought out your phone and dialed the prison's number.

Beep. Beep. 

Pick up. 

Beep. Beep. 

"Hello, you've reached the New York State correction facility. How may I help you today?" a voice on the other line said, paralyzing you on the spot for a second. You haven't rehearsed on what to say, and doubts were now rushing through your mind. You still carried on nevertheless. 

"H-hello? Yeah, uh, I wanted to make a visitation appointment. When can I come?" you replied, voice cracking tremendously. Never have you thought that you would be asking such a question in your lifetime. The voice belonged to a woman, and she seemed nice enough, she managed to squeeze in a visit for you despite how hectic the schedules were. Thanking her profusely, you hung up and screamed to yourself, completely override with joy. 

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When you've been arrested and thrown in a cell, there are millions of things to worry about. How your life will be turned upside down as you're caged from freedom, most aspects of living would be ruined and whether you'll be beat up by the brawny inmate of your neighbor. Despite all this, he only had one matter on his mind and it was tearing him apart, starting from his heart. 

Over the past few months he had gotten so accustomed to waking up to your beautiful face and your warmth. There wasn't a luxury even the heavens could offer to substitute in this hellhole. 

His right cheek was blood red and slightly swollen, medical patches of white stuck all over his back like tattoos. Body aching all over, it still couldn't compare to what was killing him on the inside. For the past two days, he'd awaken from the violent uproar of the jail with hollers and shouts with blurred eyes that practically rendered him blind from the excess of tears. 

Antonio sat on the side of his mattress, a thin and squeaky one, with sore arms resting on his legs as he drowned himself in despair. Constantly combing his hair with his hands and rubbing his scalp, he needed some sort of simulation to relieve what felt like the weight of the world on his shoulders. 

"(F/N)..." he whispered, the way he called your name sounded like he was about to cry. "I want to see you..." 

His heart was pounding, sending a constant rhythm of pulsing at the back of his head like a fever. 

The sound of a the clicking of boots was heard down the hall, inching closer and closer. It eventually grew so loud that it stopped right outside of the bars of the claustrophobic room, making Antonio glance up from the sudden change in activity. 

There stood a police officer, where his navy get up told it all. Fingers curled around the bars to hold onto them, he leaned on it and stared at Antonio. Antonio wasn't certain that he was glaring at him, but those fiery red eyes of his definitely made it seem so. Flinching from the unwelcoming gaze the officer gave him, he watched anxiously to wait for what he was going to do next. 

"... You have a visitor. She's waiting for you at the visitor's room... If that's okay with you, you should go see her." he started, releasing his hands from the cell bars and wiping it on his uniform. 

Widening his eyes, he lit up from the news. "Who is it?" 

The officer had already turned his back to reach for the cell's door, fishing out a large ring of keys. He stopped in his tracks and paused for a good moment, the light jingling of the metallic objects silencing. Antonio almost grew hatred out of nothing just because of the fact that he was keeping him waiting with suspense. 

"She is a girl named (F/N)." he finally finished, then proceeded to open the door. 

Those words sparked a revelation inside of him, immediately elevating his spirits as well as his heart rate. God had answered his prayer and gave him what he desired so deeply. He jumped off of his bed and ran outside of the cell, completely overcome with joy that he didn't manage to smile from the abruptness of the event. 

"Oh my, I'm finally able to see my dear (F/N)! Thank you so much, officer!" he cried, eyes round and glazed with a layer of tears. The other man first shot him a strange look, but shrugged it off and led Antonio out into the hallways to where you were currently waiting with anticipation. His hands were shaking from pure excitement, legs now turning into jelly as he followed the officer. 

He pushed open a door with a scan of a card for identification, to reveal a spacious enclosure scattered with seats, couches, books and a table. Even a television was mounted on the wall, playing random channels that faced the couches. Antonio's eyes skimmed around the area for a mere split second until he found you sitting on one of the chairs, where you were already gawking at him in shock. 

"(F/N)!" He cried, running towards you and engulfing you in a tight hug. Burying his face in your neck, he involuntarily let a few tears roll down his nose which eventually came into contact with your hair. Your scent alone was enough to bring someone like him to a sobbing mess. He didn't care though, you were here and that was all that he cared about. 

"Toni!" you exhaled, your arms wrapping around him in return, touching his back and shoulders frantically to confirm that he was there. Your fingertips were burning as they traced the square patches all over his back.

You both embraced tightly for a long while, whilst carefully avoiding the wounds before any of you could actually speak. You heard his heart beating loud and clear, signalling to you that he was here, alive and well. Sighing softly in contentment, you couldn't help but swallow the bile that had risen in your throat. 

"... I missed you." your soft voice cracked, eyes shut tightly with your arms still enveloped around his shoulders. He took a deep, shaky breath before weeping softly. 

"I missed you so, so much, I love you so much. I can't stand it here without you." he rambled on, tone unclear as it was overpowered by his crying. The first few drops of liquid heat hit your back, causing your lips that were previously upturned in relief to twitch and turn upside down. You felt as though your heart was going to burst from the sheer amount of lament.

"I don't want you to stay here, everything's not the same without you!" you cried, pulling away with a firm grip on his shoulders. "How long will you have to stay here?" you whispered the last parts. You actually half didn't want to know the answer.

Antonio narrowed his eyes painfully and flickered his reddened eyes to the floor. "Four years."

At that very moment, the sound of your heart dropping was even louder than the television's fuzzing. You burst into tears once more, unable to contain yourself. 

Almost as much as he hated being separated from you, it was seeing you cry. 

Serving a trial of four years wasn't that bad at all compared to other cases, but every minute the two of you spent without each other would last a lifetime. That's why you knew that there was another way out of this - even if that meant getting your hands dirty. 

Un Romance Roto - A broken romance 
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The winking stars that adorned the navy blue sky weren't bright, 
the eerie fog of clouds hid the moon's crescent shape of light, 
covering the pearly white glow like a deadly blight. 

Everything just wasn't the same. 

As if a dream had ended, you were now in reality - the cruel reality. How could you have not seen this coming? Everything came down to this, all the unnecessary drama, blood and tears. Desperately trying to distract yourself from your grief by finding joy in the entertainment the airline offered, all efforts proved futile as his face constantly flashed in your mind, vivider than a lucid dream. 

Your mind was beyond what you would call chaotic; everything in your life was in jeopardy. Everything was a question with loose ends, your friends, your family and him

Trapped in the window seat, that was supposedly providing extra protection, Alfred sat to your left with Kiku on the very edge next to the walkway. The least thing you wanted right now was to talk, so you pretended you were asleep, but you were actually dwelling in the haven of your thoughts and memories. You sometimes cracked a small slit in your eyelids to stare at them, only just making out the coloured blotches of Alfred's sandy blonde hair that moved constantly, turning to stare at you like he was paranoid.

Thankfully, the turbulence hitting the plane and the soft tilts caused your hair to fall over your face, hiding your eyes. 

You were afraid of letting them see you cry.

The soft yellow light glowing from the plane's lights eventually faded into darkness, allowing the passengers to sleep as it was inching closer to too late. You twitched as you felt the weight of a person's head rest upon your shoulder, the warm hair covering up the cold spot on your neck. Slowly, you dozed off into a dream-filled sleep. 

A light sea breeze blew at your hair, filling your nose with a touch of sweetness. The sand sunk in between your toes, the wetness dampening your feet. A loving touch embraced your body, the warmth belonging to the only one you could ever imagine it to be, Antonio. As ironic as it sounded, you never felt so safer then this, in his arms by the beach.

Switching glances from the beautiful sunset of the melting sun, you stared at Antonio, his loving gaze that always managed to squeeze your heart. His smile spread to you, a melancholic one that is. Tears started to well in his eyes, gliding down his cheeks leaving a trail that reddened his face. You widened your eyes to ask him what was wrong, where he forced a hard smile in return.

He turned his head back to the sun, which casted an enchanting golden light on his face. 

"I'm so happy I could die." he muttered. "I want this moment to last forever." 

You gasped silently, eyes shooting open from the vision. 

You were just about to burst into tears after realising that it wasn't real. 

Letting out a soft sigh, you rolled your eyes over to Alfred, where he was sound asleep with the comfort of your shoulder. Kiku was also asleep, with his arms crossed. They both had an expression of what you felt was relief, but it was tainted by the fear that manifested over time. 

Shutting your eyes once more, you slept through the whole flight, hoping that you would see his face again in your dreams; but you were plagued by worry instead. Frightened by what would happen in the near future, especially what will happen to Antonio really left an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

***

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts. We will be landing in New York very soon. The temperature outside will be 70 degrees fahrenheit, not too cold or hot." 

You fluttered your eyes open, blinking away any excess dampness away. Alfred and Kiku were awakened by the announcement as well, both inhaling deeply as they stretched out their limbs. 

"Ngh... Good morning, (F/N)..." 

"Good evening, (F/N)-san." 


Both chorusing together except with different wording, they both stared at each other. Shortly after they both chuckled at the fact on how one of them is clearly less oriented than the other. You couldn't help but crack a smile as well, missing your good old friendships and finally feeling it spring into life again.

You three loaded the luggage from the overhead lockers, then proceeded to make your way out the plane, the kind staff bidding you all farewell as you stepped back on the good old ground of your home country. 

***

All things good started to flow and rush through your body, eyes enlarged with wonder and fascination as you marvelled on the tall buildings and skyscrapers that touched the sky. This was something that you definitely missed, the metropolitan and city life that was always alive no matter what. 

The pulsing lights on the tall structures and glimmer of the city really was beautiful. 

If only he was here, he would be calling you beautiful instead. 

You let out a dreamy sigh as you watched the night life disappear slowly as it reached the suburban areas, into the neighbourhoods that you grew up in. Street after street, you recognised everything that you saw as you rode home in a taxi, along with Alfred and Kiku. They acted suspiciously quiet for some reason, but you couldn't blame them as you have all just caught a plane. 

Upon arriving on your street, your heart pounded so hard with excitement that you felt every artery palpitate. You finally laid eyes on your home, making you let out a shrill of excitement. Alfred smiled along with Kiku, who found your happiness very adorable. You all stepped out of the cab and paid the driver, unloaded the luggage and rushed to the front door as quickly as possible. 

You knocked on the door in the same manner Anna did for Elsa and called, "Guess who!" 

A stampede of feet stumbled clumsily down the stairs, sounding like they all tripped over each other from the sheer amount of people. There was definitely at least five people in there, which was definitely more than two - your parents that lived in this house. Shushing and screaming silently inside, they all grew silent as their shadows moved naturally behind the door's blurred glass. 

The door suddenly was pulled open, revealing a large group of faces that you recognised. 

"WELCOME HOME, (F/N)!" They all screamed in your face simultaneously, making you let out a squeak of surprise. You didn't care how stupid you may have looked, but you teared up and jumped right at them, ready to be drowned in a sea of embraces. Nothing could describe how happy you felt, you were over the moon. 

"Oh my god, I missed you all so much!" you cried, moving your arms constantly to share the love for everyone. They all did the same, but the only one they were focused on was you. 

"I'm so happy you're back home safe! We were so worried!" Your mother exasperated, your dad standing right beside her and nodding.

"Couldn't agree more. We literally called the police, like twenty eight times!" your dad added with a relieved smile.

Your stomach dropped upon hearing that. Twenty eight times? The cops probably have gotten sick of hearing their voices!

Pretending not to hear that, you group hugged your parents, where your dad was rubbing your hair furiously while your mother showered kisses all over your face. It felt so amazing to be surrounded by them again. Pulling away from a tight bear hug that lasted about five minutes, you stepped back and counted all the faces that were gleaming at you. 

Your whole group was here, there were even some other students in your class as well. 

"Oh my god, I'm so happy so many people are here!" you exclaimed with a bright smile. 

"Haha, but of course! We missed you so much!" A cheery voice exclaimed, belonging to a very ecstatic Italian. 

"Aww, I missed you all too." you said, sounding rather bitter sweet. 

After that, you all grouped hugged again and started to chat away about life, where you caught on with all sorts of gossip and what was new. A few of your friends brought up Antonio, your captor, where you gave them the same answer that he was 'caught and behind bars'. You really didn't want to talk any more than that about him, or else it would be too much. 

Despite the joy in the air, there was still the haunting presence of guilt. 

Looming over both you and your family and friends.

Everybody was experiencing mixed emotions, but didn't want to ruin the cordial atmosphere with tears. 

After a few hours of partying that Alfred kindly planned for you, everybody left with another hug. You lingered at the dining table with your parents for a little longer, discussing about the important matters specifically on you, for legal and emotional reasons. 

Apparently he was going straight to jail without a court hearing, which was devastating for you. 

Feeling bile rise in your throat, the thought of seeing him disappeared, but you bit back your cries. 

"Hey, could I please go to sleep? I'm really tired." you said, purposely narrowing your eyes to fane weariness. You felt as though you were a gun with a feather on your trigger; about to burst at any given time. 

"Oh, of course! Go ahead, you're obviously exhausted!" your mother replied, "Have sweet dreams!" 

You nodded and quickly dashed upstairs, not caring whether that contradicting what you had said. Your luggage was already rolled upstairs in courtesy of Alfred, so you were very grateful for that. Letting the first few tears roll down your face, you unzipped your luggage and ripped it open, revealing a heap of your clothes. Rummaging through the mess, you wanted to pack it all away hopefully to clear your mind. 

As you dug out your clothes, you spotted a shirt that stood out from all the rest. 

Picking it up with curiosity, it revealed itself in your fingertips. 

Heat rushed to your face as the dam spill, tears now cascading down your face as you recognised what it was. You clasped it into your chest and buried your face in it, allowing your tears to dampen the shirt. 

The curiosity had definitely killed the cat. 

Faint traces of his scent remained; making you cry even harder. 

You wanted to scream, but the house was now dead silent. Holding it so tightly in your palms that wrinkles were now forming, you fell on your bed and crawled under the covers, along with his shirt. You ended up crying yourself to sleep, but his scent really helped lull you into doing so. 

The bed hasn't ever felt colder before. 
Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 1
The first chapter to the sequel is here. I hope you enjoyed it. 

You're in a beautiful reunion with your friends and family, you can't help but feel happy; that was half-hearted. 

If you haven't read the first series, read it here from chapter one: Mi amor |Yandere! Spain x reader| Chapter 1

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
You (c) Spain
Title suggested by SofiaPotter 

Next part ---> Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 2 

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Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 6


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You kept a hand on his leg that was covered by a blanket, leaning forward to show him that you were listening. A melancholic look had made its way to his face as he tried to gather the right words. The same emotion was shared with Antonio, whose body had tensed upon realizing that Romano was about to expose highly confidential information, partially because it was rather personal. Making no effort to intervene, he listened intently and hoped for the best. 

"Luciano... That bastard. Looks just like my brother but just isn't. He's the devil, while Feliciano doesn't even fit in as a mobster." he started, wrinkles forming in between his frowning eyebrows. He stared hard into his hand, flawed with scars and blemishes. 

"Our families have been at war with each other for decades. It wasn't as bad as before, but we still hate their asses. Now that I know that one of my most trusted men have betrayed us to work for him, it breaches our security immensely. Not only that, the most important possession is under threat and we can't let them have their way." 

His eyes were growing with flames, glowing ominously as he continued on. Watching him closely as he spoke while having your ears peeled, you were reminded once more of how unknown you were; knowing nothing about Mafia and its interests, your heart felt like it was squeezed; but you were also fascinated nevertheless. 

"The prize he's after is an invaluable rose, made from the finest red diamond and gold that has been passed down in this family through generations, and more generations to come. He's probably going to sell it, greedy bastard." he hissed. "He doesn't understand how valuable that is to us, we wouldn't sell it for a billion." 

"My grandpa valued it more than anybody I knew. That's one of the reasons why I protect it with my life." 

*** 

Thank goodness for Romano's status, he was the top decision maker, where he was not involved with field work of any sort, unless he ever wanted to. Limiting him to the indoors, it would have been much easier for any injuries to heal. Antonio and Elizabeta were responsible for looking after him, where Antonio was in charge of assisting him with paperwork and Elizabeta was given the tasks of a domestic house wife. 

Training for you was cut, despite the many able-bodied people that were able to replace Romano, but he wasn't having any of that. That made space for 24/7 leisure and freedom, lasting until he was completely recovered. 

It had grown extremely silent where you were in, save for the faint whooshes of cars passing by outside and the constant flow of the water gliding in the fountain in the patio. A porcelain chess set sat cold flat on your lap, just a little classic game you sometimes whipped out from the coffee table to kill time. The cold touch of the chess pieces nipped at the tip of your fingers, which you have been moving and sliding through the board for the past half hour. 

You were so engrossed with the elegance of the pieces that you completely ignored the mob of people walking in. They were shuffling in due to the sheer amount of people, murmuring to themselves as they have arrived back after a long, wearisome day. A few of them headed upstairs for whatever reason, it was none of your business, and a few decided to lounge on the couches in the living room. 

Head hanging low as you fiddled with the chess pieces, you were surprised with another body's presence up close to you, the tingling sensation of someone's breath against your exposed neck made you jump.

Whipping your head around your shoulder with your heart rate escalating, you met eyes with a middle-aged blonde, an awfully handsome one too. His gorgeously-hued violet eyes stared into your own, his flirtatious smile plastered on his face gave out reverberating lady-killing vibes. 

"U-Um, hi?" you stuttered, paralyzed at the closeness of his face. 

He blushed and blinked furiously, slamming a hand over his heart dramatically. "Ah, what a cute little dame!" 

You backed away from his sudden outburst, his flamboyant presence causing a few chest pieces to drop onto the ground and roll around. Letting out a curse under your breath, you placed the board on the coffee table and reached down to retrieve the dropped objects. 

"My, I am very sorry for that, I must have created a horrible first impression!" he said, his ridiculously exaggerated accent already loosening up the tense atmosphere before. 

Smiling softly, you bit back a small laugh at his voice. "No, it's okay." 

Letting out a flattering laugh that was way too French, he said, "You are too nice! Tell me belle, what it your name? I am the fabulous Francis Bonnefoy!" 

Even his name. This guy was already sparking interest in you. 

"I'm (F/N). It's nice to meet you sir," you introduced yourself as he loosened his tie around his neck.

He frowned and shut his eyes, tears forming in the side of his eyes. 

"Why did you call me sir? You are too formal!" he cried, making you shit bricks. You waved at him apologetically and patted him on the shoulder as an attempt to console him.

"I'm so sorry for making you cry! I just, I'm not used to acting casual around here, yet." you said, his hand dabbing away the tears with a handkerchief conveniently stuffed in his suit pocket. "Hey, don't cry, please! I feel very bad. It will ruin your nice suit, you know?" 

As if he was bipolar, he immediately lit up with his eyes round. 

"You think so? I'm so happy! Big brother Francis loves you already!" he exclaimed, planting a loud kiss on your cheek with a 'mwah'. You gasped, flabbergasted at what he just did. Oh well, he was European after all. You both then sparked up a conversation about life, but that was shortly interrupted by a fast breather sitting next to you, his soft, rapid breaths exiting in through his air way like there was no tomorrow. That directed your attention from the Frenchmen, where you were greeted by another mystery man you had never crossed paths before. 

He was the cutest thing you have every laid your eyes on. 

"Ciao, bella!" he chimed, his voice awfully high for a male. His soft features were very similar to that of another man you have been spending time with, just a little less defined and mature. Overall, he felt more like a girl than a guy, not that it was bad or anything. 

"Hello! I'm (F/N). What's your name?" you asked, his bright, honey eyes narrowing cutely. 

"Ve! I'm Feliciano. You can call me Feli~" he answered. "You're the cutest girl I've ever seen!" 

A faint pink dusted your cheeks as he continued to flatter you with compliments and shower you with affection. 

"Aw, I should be saying that to you! You're very cute too, Feli." you chuckled, unable to resist his soft hair you patted him like a dog where he responded with a purr of delight. If he really was a canine companion, he would be wagging his tail like mad. 

Francis pouted, his fabulous presence being ignored completely with an adorable Italian taking up all the spotlight. Once he had the opportunity, he yelled Romano's name, his hands cupping around his mouth. A startled grunt was heard coming from the hallway, where the man that was called walked in with a frown on his face, as always. 

"What is it, asshole?" he said, collar loose and slightly messy. Seems like he wasn't having a good day.

"Boh, you always use profanity. Look at your brother, he's all over (F/N)," he smirked, directing to Feliciano who was currently having his hands all over you. 

He already didn't look his best, and that clearly provoked him further. Face fuming with red, he stormed over to the couch you were sitting on and pulled Feliciano off of you, where he started sulking from being dragged so roughly. 

"Ve~ No need to be so rough!" Feliciano whined, getting all teary eyed.

The smile that was shining on your face faded and you frowned at his brother. "Yeah, Romano. You should be nicer to him." 

"What do you know? He's so annoying, it pisses me off!" he spat, tightening his fist and glowering down at Feliciano with an intimidating flare. Feliciano quivered in the corner, his lips pursing into a frown. You just wanted to take a step back and look at the big picture; you could tell that Feliciano was naturally very affectionate and touchy; he was just like a baby. Maybe Romano wasn't in his brighter days.

"Romano, why are you so angry right now? Did something happen?" you asked him, your gaze softening as you watched his expression change from fury to sadness. 

"I'm just... Fuck, today was such a fucking shit day. And yes, something happened, like shit." he grumbled, burying his face in his hands and massaging it. His voice was now muffled in his hand, lowering the volume of his groaning. "Fucking hell, I just had to fire one of my most trusted men... I should have just kept him here with everything he knew, but I couldn't bear to see his face." 

"Oh..." you breathed, the sound of your heart dropping evident in your low tone. "Who... Who was it?" 

Maybe you shouldn't have asked, but your curiosity got the better of you. 

He sighed. "His name is Lutz, Lutz Beilschmidt. Such a shame he betrayed us." 

So it was him. The mystery man on the phone. 

But also the handsome man that you had met not so long ago. 

You felt a twang of disappointment nip at you as you thought that he was going to be a nice person to hang out with - too bad he decided to turn himself into an enemy. 

"Oh... W-what will happen to us then now that he's gone?" you asked. 

"Now that he's gone to work for Luciano, we'll be under a lot of threat as he practically knows how to get in this place. At least you informed us, or else we would have been sitting ducks with an enemy walking among us." 


  • Listening to: So Happy I could die by Lady Gaga
  • Reading: Fanfiction
  • Watching: Nothing
  • Playing: League of Legends
  • Eating: Junk
  • Drinking: Water
Sup, I've been staying up for a while and it's 1:10 AM right now. Haha, I should sleep soon. 

I've been writing a lot too, I'm going to update twice tomorrow ;) One is the mafia Romano story. Guess the other one.
The bad guys always lose in the end, according to your best friend. Is that necessarily true for all cases? 

Your supposed captor has been caught in the marketplace, where himself and all his crimes are locked behind bars back in America. Serving a lengthy trial incarcerated, you fear that he'll rot away as time passes where the only times to see him are always separated by a thick pane of glass. Guilty as charged, he is punished by giving in to his heart.

Unable to sleep on your flight back home, you weren't happy like you expected to feel before. Especially when he wasn't by your side.

Mi Amor: The Sequel
I think it's time our sweet little sunshine gets a share of your love. 

This series has not been forgotten and never will be. The series 
Mi Amor will be coming back with its sequel, (I haven't decided on the name yet send help) and its first chapter will be out very soon!

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