FukuyaYu

Burns. Romano X Reader. ------------------------------------------------------- "What are you doing Romano?" You asked your best friend who was currently stirring something in a pot which smelled delicious. "Eh?" Romano said, stirring it once more. "Nothing! You were supposed to stay in the lounge room while I cooked Ragazza!" Now trying to cover the mysterious pots of food with his body. "Eh? Why? But I want to help!" You whined. 'And see what you’re cooking!' "____! How many times do I have to tell you? I am cooking lunch for you ok?! Just me and you!" He said blushing slightly. "Today My idiot fratello is not home so it’s fin

 “Stockings are hung with care” The Frenchman observed as she twirled around the house with a grace that was nothing but her own. Her clumsy feet sometimes met obstacles, but she just laughed and continued to follow the music she was singing so melodically, instructing her steps with the rhythm only she could weave around her legs. Maybe it could not been the most delicate dance a woman ever done, but for him, there would never be anything he would like to watch more than her and that careless compass. It never failed to bring a smile to his face, or to amaze him to no end. Nor to warm his heart. “As children sleep with

Germany x Sick! Reader - The good side about colds “Just how awesome, oh awesome, I am? I am as awesome as awesome I can be!” [f/n] heard her German (though he insisted on being called Prussian) neighbor boast happily as he climbed the stairs to his apartment, his quick and heavy steps only quieter than his brothers, that also lived with him. Still, the muffled noise made all the way till her living room, giving the faint impression he was much closer than he really was. That wouldn’t be a problem, but that day wasn’t a normal one. [f/n] felt a little feverish, and with a massive headache, so with each footstep her l

“You know, everyone says that my food is horrible… But I just do it on purpose.” Arthur Kirkland, the Gentleman. [F/n] sighed, hesitating to knock on the door. She and England had been dating for the last few months, almost causing several political incidents, she should add, since she was also the human representation of [c/n]. That meant Paparazzi everywhere they went, some jokes made with a questionable sense of humor from both countries diplomats and some influential people, and the absolute lack of any privacy, to the point she didn’t knew what it was anymore. That, along with some other nasty occurrences, ca

“Whoever spoke of spring without seeing your smile, spoke without knowing what it was.” – Cecília Meireles [f/n] rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, in a tired, yet resigned, way.  She was navigating on the internet for a few hours now, reading fan fictions, watching animes, listening to music in a far too loud volume for her ears on her headphones and squealing so very often because of the overdose of cuteness from one of her favorite characters. Germany, otherwise known as Ludwig Beildshimidt, the human representation of the German nation, to be more precise, as well as her soulmate. Or so she liked to think. Tall, blonde,