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Her hair, her skin, her eyes... All glowed under the faint Spanish sun. And Antonio wanted her badly. "Just talk to her, non?" Francis nudged him. "Seriously, she looks nice. She'll be easy," Gilbert snickered. "Stop it, tirón!" he yelled, blushing. "I want her because she looks nice." "Exactly," Francis said, ogling at her. Gilbert marched over to the girl sitting in the sand. "I'm Gilbert. My friend is interested in you," the white-haired man said, squinting down at ________. "He's pretty nice, so could you give him a chance?" "Sure," she shrugged, standing up to follow the man. "H-Hi," his friend stuttered. "I'm Antonio." "I'

Hello. my name is _______ ________ and I'm 14 years old. I have normal (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. Nothing special. When I was three, my parents became fragments or stars in the night sky. I would say Hi to them every single night ever since they went up to heaven. But when I turned fourteen in the (season), ......My grandmother, who took me in, unfortunately, joined my parents.   And now when I come home everyday, no one is there waiting for me. Nobody is there greeting me nor asking how was my day. Today, June 25, 2012 'Grandma's lawyer says I can keep living in this house, but......i wonder if I can live all by myself.' I

You hadn't seen him in over a year, but there he was, wrapped up tightly in winter clothing to keep out the unforgiving chill. And Antonio was wearing a scarf—your scarf, the one you presented him with as a Christmas present last year. You had knit it yourself using scarlet yarn, and you had spent nearly two weeks on it. You had only done it because you were in love with him, though you claimed it was because you felt bad for him. Winter here was probably worse than any winter over there could ever get, no matter how many mountains for skiing they had. Also, he was from some really hot city in Andalusia, Spain. There was no way he could

 Germany was shocked that (Name) had managed to make it back to his home. She had actually escaped the Allies? He was in shock. He helped to tend to her wounds. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t want to scold her for not screaming for him. He kept having to remind himself that she had had a sore throat and couldn’t scream. “Meister…c…can you ever forgive me for disobeying you?” she asked gently. “I’ll think about it…” he said. (Name’s) face fell, she was just nervous, she was so sad for what had happened, she just wanted to make things right, she knew that he was a

You step through door number eleven and into a bustling pub of some sorts. You look around and notice that literally everyone that seemed to be there was drunk, totally and utterly plastered. “What the…” you mutter as you make your way around the drunk men on the floor and the horrid singers on the tables, all you were looking for was one sober person in this place. You finally made it to the bar and signaled to the bartender for some help, “Um, sir? Can I get some help please?” you inquired to the turned back. The man turned around and you were somewhat shocked at his incredibly handsome features, from his e

You walked through door number 7 and stepped strait onto a cobblestone road. You looked around and saw bistros filled with chattering people and Vespa’s whizzing by, from what you could tell by the Italian flags everywhere, you were somewhere in Italy. You stepped closer to a less crowded restaurant and walked inside to ask where you were when you were taken by the arm. You turned around to see a heavy set Italian man handing you an apron and a pad for orders, unable to say anything but “W-What” You were thrown into the empty restaurant toward a table filled with men in suits smoking like chimneys. You stiffly walked ov

Straight Flush of Hearts. Iceland had won. Oh how this fit, the man who had rescued (Name) and taken her in would be the one which she spent the most time with. The only problem was…she was in love with him. She would do anything for him even beyond her place as a bound servant. She was so hopelessly head over heels for him…and would never say a thing nor would she act on it. She didn’t even show it really…her place as his servant was holding her back from speaking the words she died to say to him. She smiled as the Icelandic male smirked softly at her. This was going to be a long night once they returned to hi

RomexReader One Shot Even This Will Pass Away Now, Rome was a proud empire. Over just a few centuries he had grown from being in the heart of Italy to being in control of most of the known world. It only made sense that all this power and control would float up to his head. It was during one of his many trips to the Eastern capital of Constantinople, however, that his life began to change. As he sat in his lavish palace, he glanced out over the marble tiles until his eyes met a masked young man. "Ah, Sadiq. My dear friend." The Roman man stood and stretched his muscled tan arms above his head before walking down to meet his visitor.