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"Y-you better do it right now!"
"You batshit crazy or something, woman?"
"I am not, I'm just asking you a fucking request, you little bastard!"
"A 'request'? More like a demand, and the answer's still the same...no. Besides, you'd prolly weigh more than those bulls the tomato bastard fucking freaks about."
A gasp and an object well aimed. "Why you-" Another clatter.
The pair went on like this for several more minutes, dragging on until the oaths became more vile and soiled, that was until the firm stamp of a heel broke the man's churning retort.
Chiara stared up at him, eyes now blanketed in tears, "L-Lovino, por favor, m-my feet hurt and it's been a long day, these heels are killing me," she blubbered, rubbing her rapidly moistening eyes with a fisted hand.
Lovino scoffed, stuffing his hands into his pant pockets, "Then walk barefooted, I don't care." And he could have sworn her little act slipped a bit, just fraying at the edges when a smoldering look shone in her eyes. But just as quick as it came, it was gone, and the meek little façade came back with a vengeance. The proud Chiara reduced to tears and whining -actually, that happened on a daily occurrence- what a sight.
"D-don't you care, idiota?" she wailed, pointing an accusatory finger right up his face, brows puckered and eyes squinted with tears.
He sweat-dropped.
"Come on, Chia," he started placatingly, raising his hands up in defense.
She wouldn't have any of it, and soon enough, she was going ballistic with sobs and screeches. "Carry me, carry me now," she all but chanted.
Finally, for reputation's sake and for the sake of his hearing -his eardrums were all ready drumming from her shouts that surpassed the decibel considered safe- he stormed over to Chiara and swooped her into his arms, silencing her mid-scream.
Dumping the jacket previously strewn over his shoulder into her lap, he threw her an acidic look before trudging on. "Happy?" he seethed venomously.
The little witch laughed and threw her arms up into the air. "Yahoo!"
Lovino's brow twitched. That. Little. Bitch.
"You batshit crazy or something, woman?"
"I am not, I'm just asking you a fucking request, you little bastard!"
"A 'request'? More like a demand, and the answer's still the same...no. Besides, you'd prolly weigh more than those bulls the tomato bastard fucking freaks about."
A gasp and an object well aimed. "Why you-" Another clatter.
The pair went on like this for several more minutes, dragging on until the oaths became more vile and soiled, that was until the firm stamp of a heel broke the man's churning retort.
Chiara stared up at him, eyes now blanketed in tears, "L-Lovino, por favor, m-my feet hurt and it's been a long day, these heels are killing me," she blubbered, rubbing her rapidly moistening eyes with a fisted hand.
Lovino scoffed, stuffing his hands into his pant pockets, "Then walk barefooted, I don't care." And he could have sworn her little act slipped a bit, just fraying at the edges when a smoldering look shone in her eyes. But just as quick as it came, it was gone, and the meek little façade came back with a vengeance. The proud Chiara reduced to tears and whining -actually, that happened on a daily occurrence- what a sight.
"D-don't you care, idiota?" she wailed, pointing an accusatory finger right up his face, brows puckered and eyes squinted with tears.
He sweat-dropped.
"Come on, Chia," he started placatingly, raising his hands up in defense.
She wouldn't have any of it, and soon enough, she was going ballistic with sobs and screeches. "Carry me, carry me now," she all but chanted.
Finally, for reputation's sake and for the sake of his hearing -his eardrums were all ready drumming from her shouts that surpassed the decibel considered safe- he stormed over to Chiara and swooped her into his arms, silencing her mid-scream.
Dumping the jacket previously strewn over his shoulder into her lap, he threw her an acidic look before trudging on. "Happy?" he seethed venomously.
The little witch laughed and threw her arms up into the air. "Yahoo!"
Lovino's brow twitched. That. Little. Bitch.
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She's Killing Me.
'Eccoti qua, Lovina!' Yelled out a tall Southern Italian young man with dark-ish brown hair, standing behind her and taping her shoulder harshly to make her pay attension and it worked, he heard a very soft sigh before she looked up directly at him with a frown across her forehead. 'Cosa?' She replied in a very grumpy tone, looking back at the view in front of her with her arms crossed angrily when suddenly, a heavy and cold blow of wind passed them. Making Romana tug her legs closer to her chest and holding onto her arms while feeling herself shiver. Her eyes shut tightly.
Romano chuckles but then sighed while undoing his belt just to take o
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Sleepovers and Curls (Italy X Reader X Romano)
"Italy! Idiota! It's stuck again! Dammit!"
"C-Calm down, R-Romano! We really need to call (Y/N). She can solve this problem. It's the only way!"
"Tch. Fine! Alright, we better call her right now! Hurry, it's starting to hurt if we keep moving around like this"
And there they go again. Italy and Romano's curl is tangled once again. They couldn't find anyone familiar nearby their home but instead, they decided to call you for help. They knew that you are coming to visit just to see the Italian brothers and having another sleepover with them.
Italy and Romano had to walk carefully, not to fast and not to rough so they wouldn't get hurt again
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......I kinda hate myself.
This was a spawn of sleep-deprivation and weird plot bunnies multiplying in my head....moar selfcest, yeah! While some of you like yaoi or yuri, I happen to like selfcest......why do I sound so freakin' proud?..... ; 7 ;
Hetalia/Nyotalia (c)
Edit: Credit to whichever artist owns this awesometastical artwork!
Plot (a horrible one at that) (c)
This was a spawn of sleep-deprivation and weird plot bunnies multiplying in my head....moar selfcest, yeah! While some of you like yaoi or yuri, I happen to like selfcest......why do I sound so freakin' proud?..... ; 7 ;
Hetalia/Nyotalia (c)
Edit: Credit to whichever artist owns this awesometastical artwork!
Plot (a horrible one at that) (c)
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=7= I ship these two so much~ I love your writing so much, it gives a nice spark in it~ Oh and I LOVE the ending, it's hilarious! XD