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Ahh, my dear sunflower! Why are you crying like that? Please don't cry, think of it as me saving you from Belarus' wrath! What? You want to be freed? I cannot do that my dear, not while she lurks.
You do realize how beautiful you look today? That dress is inspired by the monarch butterfly, right? It matches so nicely to the sunflower I painted on to wall! Oh? Yao-Yao? He's okay, he's still in China. I only have his wax duplicate with me and you'll join his wax replica, my little sunflower. Oh dear, you're crying again. Let me wipe the tears away. They'll ruin the dress. What? Is that Belarus I hear? Oh please be silent, I shall quickly return.
...
I am back my dearest sunflower! Oh dear, it appears you tried to hurt yourself. Let me help you with your injuries, What's that, the blood on my coat? Oh, it's only the blood of Belarus. She's dead, we have no reason to fear her now! What to do with the corpse? Simple! She'll become a wax figure, just like Yao-Yao! Oh, what's with the tears? She will not get in between us! Do you know how sad your tears make me? Come on, smile for me! Please? There's that smile I love so much! It's one of the many things I love about you, my little sunflower! You're always so happy, so kind to me, so loving to me, you understood me, you make me so happy! Why the tears now? Oh, you say that I'm not the man you loved? What difference does it make? All or none? I don't see the difference. I love you, my little sunflower.
And you'll love me forever and ever...
You do realize how beautiful you look today? That dress is inspired by the monarch butterfly, right? It matches so nicely to the sunflower I painted on to wall! Oh? Yao-Yao? He's okay, he's still in China. I only have his wax duplicate with me and you'll join his wax replica, my little sunflower. Oh dear, you're crying again. Let me wipe the tears away. They'll ruin the dress. What? Is that Belarus I hear? Oh please be silent, I shall quickly return.
...
I am back my dearest sunflower! Oh dear, it appears you tried to hurt yourself. Let me help you with your injuries, What's that, the blood on my coat? Oh, it's only the blood of Belarus. She's dead, we have no reason to fear her now! What to do with the corpse? Simple! She'll become a wax figure, just like Yao-Yao! Oh, what's with the tears? She will not get in between us! Do you know how sad your tears make me? Come on, smile for me! Please? There's that smile I love so much! It's one of the many things I love about you, my little sunflower! You're always so happy, so kind to me, so loving to me, you understood me, you make me so happy! Why the tears now? Oh, you say that I'm not the man you loved? What difference does it make? All or none? I don't see the difference. I love you, my little sunflower.
And you'll love me forever and ever...
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Dark!ItalyxReader- Owning you
Dark!ItalyxReader- Owning you
I do not own Hetalia. Full credit of Hetalia goes to Hidekaz Himaruya.
However I do own this story and I would appreciate your comments on this. Thanks for reading
Tips:
(e/c) -> eye colour
(h/c) → hair colour
_____ -> enter name here
12 am. You were sitting next to your families head listening to him with full attention. Feliciano Vargas was, of course, not your father, nor your grandfather. To tell the truth you weren't relatives in any way. It just happened to be a therm he liked to call himself. Feliciano was the head of a small Mafia group in Northern Ital
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-Dark-RussiaXreader: A little preist
-WARNING: As this is A Little Preist from Sweeney Todd, it contains cannibalism and murder references, and a bad country pun or two-
The auburn haired Italian's body gave off a foul smell as you and Ivan discussed what to do with it as you sat in your empty pie shop.
"Well, what are we to do?" you inquired.
Ivan grinned sweetly, a sight both cute and malevolent.
"Silly [N], we bury him of course!"
You sighed.
Sure, it was a good idea, but
You thought of the dillema's at hand.
'Lesse, Ivan wants some Alfred fellow to swing by so he can get 'im, and I've got no meat for my pies
hmm
'
Eliziveta's method of using cats in
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Dark!Papa!RussiaxTeen!Reader: Blood
_____ looked for her key in her
school bag and then found it.
She opened the door and walked
to her room in the big mansion.
When she were at her room she
heard something.
'its only my imagination'
she trough as she opened the
door to her room and walked to
her table to do her homework.
LATER:
3 hours had passed when she made
her home word and the clock was already
7 p.m. She yawned put her books in
her schoolbag and walked to the
kitchen to make some food.
She ate some (food) and drank some
(drink) and was then full and on her way
to her room to listen to some
music and the sleep.
She walked around and passed some
halls
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*looks behind me and sees shadow* VRIVETJVRROAgFrahaiJavavRTHajBGGGTT *jumps 2 feet in air* oh...that's just my shadow. *laughs nervously* and what the heck is the significance of these "wax duplicates"? Do I even want to know?