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The sound of the rain dropping against my window somehow always calmed me down. Drop, drop, drop. Always the same rhythm, every minute, every hour. I looked out of the window, watching as the people with their annoyingly colourful umbrellas passed by.
I saw blue ones, green ones, pink ones, also some rainbow-coloured - but not the one I was waiting for. I was waiting for an umbrella in green, white and red, an umbrella that looked like the Italian flag.
I took a quick glance at my watch. It was now 17:30; the time, when she usually went to the Italian Restaurant across the street.
I didn't know much about her; she was a girl, about my age, with wavy brown hair, that was usually tied back to a ponytail. She often wore some sort of militaristic uniform. From my viewing spot at the window I couldn't see many details; I only knew how she looked like roughly, and that she liked to eat pasta. Every day when she went to said Italian restaurant, she ate pasta.
I watched another crowd of umbrellas pass by, but hers was still nowhere in sight. I sighed. She wasn't usually that late. Each rainy day she came happily skipping down the road to the Italian restaurant, ordered pasta, ate it, and then left.
Watching her eating and happily chatting with the waiters became a daily activity for me... at least during rainy days. I used to not like rainy days before I saw her the first time. Every time I looked out of the window, all I saw was those umbrellas. I hated that restless sea of umbrellas of every colour you could imagine... until the day I saw her the first time.
Just for looking at the girl, I could feel all the strength I had lost because of my illness come back. I'd found myself dreaming I could meet her someday, even though I knew it would be just a dream forever...
Sighing again, I turned the TV on. Why hasn't she come already?
"...And now for the news. Half an hour ago, a young woman died in a car accident at [street name]. The driver stated that it happened because of the heavy rain from which he couldn't see her crossing the road. The young woman could be identified as the 17-year-old high school student Felicia Vargas..."
As the picture of the victim appeared to the screen, the TV-remote slipped out of my hand.
There she was: the very same girl with that wavy, warm-brown hair tied back to a ponytail, smiling at the camera with gentle, brown eyes.
No.
I saw blue ones, green ones, pink ones, also some rainbow-coloured - but not the one I was waiting for. I was waiting for an umbrella in green, white and red, an umbrella that looked like the Italian flag.
I took a quick glance at my watch. It was now 17:30; the time, when she usually went to the Italian Restaurant across the street.
I didn't know much about her; she was a girl, about my age, with wavy brown hair, that was usually tied back to a ponytail. She often wore some sort of militaristic uniform. From my viewing spot at the window I couldn't see many details; I only knew how she looked like roughly, and that she liked to eat pasta. Every day when she went to said Italian restaurant, she ate pasta.
I watched another crowd of umbrellas pass by, but hers was still nowhere in sight. I sighed. She wasn't usually that late. Each rainy day she came happily skipping down the road to the Italian restaurant, ordered pasta, ate it, and then left.
Watching her eating and happily chatting with the waiters became a daily activity for me... at least during rainy days. I used to not like rainy days before I saw her the first time. Every time I looked out of the window, all I saw was those umbrellas. I hated that restless sea of umbrellas of every colour you could imagine... until the day I saw her the first time.
Just for looking at the girl, I could feel all the strength I had lost because of my illness come back. I'd found myself dreaming I could meet her someday, even though I knew it would be just a dream forever...
Sighing again, I turned the TV on. Why hasn't she come already?
"...And now for the news. Half an hour ago, a young woman died in a car accident at [street name]. The driver stated that it happened because of the heavy rain from which he couldn't see her crossing the road. The young woman could be identified as the 17-year-old high school student Felicia Vargas..."
As the picture of the victim appeared to the screen, the TV-remote slipped out of my hand.
There she was: the very same girl with that wavy, warm-brown hair tied back to a ponytail, smiling at the camera with gentle, brown eyes.
No.
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N. Italy X Reader- Spring Weather and Wildflowers
“Ve~ _____! Let’s go somewhere!” A cheery voice calls out through your open window.
“Feli, go away! It’s too hot to go outside!” You call back grumpily, flopping backwards on your bed. In truth, it isn’t really that hot, but after the months of cold weather, the abrupt increase in temperature kind of irritated you.
“Come on, ____! It’s not that hot, but it is warm! You should be happy, not grumpy!” His head pokes in through the window and looks down as you let out a shriek.
“Ack! Feli! You scared me!” You gasp.
“Sorry, ____! But you should really come outside! I
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N.ItalyxReader- Ve~
Feliciano layed his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes.The light breeze calmed him a bit as you and him were leant up against a tree.You heard a rustling beside you and turned your head. You saw Lovino trudging grunting something under his breath. He eyed you and turned his direction toward you. He knelt down beside you and sat.
"Hey."
"Hi, Lovino."
"What were you and my idiot brother doing?"
"Nothing really just enjoying a beautiful day together."
Lovino grunted.Feliciano stirred and slowly lifted up his head. He saw his feet, your, then Lovino's. He smiled and knelt forward to see his twin brother. "Ciao Lovino. Are you here to
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Hetalia: England x Reader: Warm Summer Days
Awaking from your deep slumber, amber streaks of light slipping in through the brown blinds, you gazed sleepily at your digital clock by your bed. It read 11:37 AM, and on the calendar beside the clock, you found that it was finally a summer's Saturday. As it was a day with no school, work or worries, you decided it was the perfect day to be... well, lazy.
After lying around for a few minutes, listening to the sound of your thoughts and the calming chirps of the birds perching outside, you knew it was about time to get out of bed.
Throwing your thin blanket over to the other side, and stepping out of bed to stretch, you pulled up the blinds
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So, here's a short story I wrote last week while having writer's block I was just kind of depressed and it rained, so...
I dunno when I'll be able to upload the next story - my time for writing and especially typing will get less and less, and I'm still having all those depression stuff. Plus, in my internet-time with keyboard I'm often on either meinVZ or ask.fm, so... :/
Anyway, I actually wanted to write something about my requests and stuff, but... I'm too lazy However, I've almost finished one of the stories, while some are really, really complicated. Yeah. I guess that's it for now. Have a nice time, and I hope I'll be able to upload anything soon!
By the way... Does any of you know how to edit the text? It just won't work!
Hetalia (c)
You (c)
Story (c)
Thanks to for beta-reading/editing!
I dunno when I'll be able to upload the next story - my time for writing and especially typing will get less and less, and I'm still having all those depression stuff. Plus, in my internet-time with keyboard I'm often on either meinVZ or ask.fm, so... :/
Anyway, I actually wanted to write something about my requests and stuff, but... I'm too lazy However, I've almost finished one of the stories, while some are really, really complicated. Yeah. I guess that's it for now. Have a nice time, and I hope I'll be able to upload anything soon!
By the way... Does any of you know how to edit the text? It just won't work!
Hetalia (c)
You (c)
Story (c)
Thanks to for beta-reading/editing!
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Sad but amazing