Dying!RomexGrandaughter!ReaderYour little brother was weeping on your shoulder. "He can't go, he can't!" The little Italian blew his nose on your shoulder."Calm down, Italy. Grandpa Rome will be fine. He's the world's biggest empire. He can't die." But he was. The greatest empire would be no more. Who would control the land? Feliciano was just a little boy. Romano was with big brother Spain. Who would be the next Roman Empire?Germaina stepped out of Rome's chamber. "______, your grandfather wishes to speak to you." He opened the curtain. You stepped into the lavish room."Ah belle~ come sit beside me." Rome was sitting up on a couch. He attempted to stand up, but he fell back down."Grandfather!" You ran by his side."I'm fine. This reminds me of the day I met your Grandmother. God she knew how to-""Grandfather, Italy is right outside. I don't want him to here you talk like that. Besides, that is a little disgusting." Even on his deathbed, Rome can still think about the sex he has had over the
N. ItalyxReader:: The Break-In ::N.ItalyxReader"the Break-in"---Chapter 1---You awake with a start at the dream you'd just had, your head still resting on the piano in your master bedroom upstairs. You'd been practicing a song you wrote all night so you could show Austria your talent, but apparently fell asleep halfway through the night.You'd loved his music, and in return wanted to gain his friendship, knowing that he might accept it if you could share his interest in classical piano.You were recently a new nation, and so to fit in, you decided you wanted to befriend everyone with no trouble whatsoever. You wondered why no one could get along during the world conferences you attended every week, but your thoughts were soon interrupted when you heard a loud crash from downstairs.You jumped at the noise. If someone was in your house right now, you sure as hell didn't want it to be France. Thinking quick, you quietly got up and walked to your desk, pulling out an easy-to-use handgun from the drawer, but of cours
Romano x reader (with 2P!Italy) part 3*Warning: I'm not sure this actually needs a warning, but whatever, just in case, there is a bit of blood and gore. Just a bit. I wouldn't be worried if I were you, reader-chan. Except I might be worried about 2P!Italy...He's kinda crazy... Oh, and I apologize about the ending...* ______ awoke with a pounding in her skull. She groaned and shifted her weight. A metallic clatter came from behind her. Chains. Her arms and legs were bound by chains. What...? She looked around in a panic, the cool, damp air making her shiver. The hard metal bed beneath her creaked under her weight. She followed the chains with her gaze up to a metal bar on the low ceiling. On the floor next to the bed, a figure shifted, alarming ______. She cautiously peered over the side, finding a sleeping Feliciano. She nearly smiled, but the night before's events came flooding back to her and she frowned. 'He killed my Roma...' she thought. 'Sweet Feli.