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Meeting In Person [Norway x Reader: Drabble]"[Y/n]."
"Mm." She groaned, irritated, and proceeded to shield her [y/c] head from the noise with her standard pillow.
The one who'd called her name stared at her half-asleep form. It was ten in the morning, and people were already roaming the streets while they head for their destinations, so she should be up by now.
He hesitated before tiptoeing closer to the bedside and crouched right beside the [f/c] lump of sheets, "[Y/n]…?"
There was no response from the female buried beneath the warm covers, and Lukas' eyes drooped a bit, saddened. He had to leave for his flight.
Right at that very second.
He hadn't even gotten to see [Y/n]'s beautiful face. That… GUH! That Dane had told him the wrong times, and sheepishly rubbed his neck when Lukas confronted him about it.
'Now we won't even be able to meet for the first time...' Lukas steamed, infuriated under his neutral expression with furrowed eyebrows. Mathias was like a brother, but man, he could be so damn irr
Mafia!Hetalia x Mafia!Reader: The Reunion pt 14You sat at the window and merely stared out it into the large garden and to a large particular tree.
'That tree...' You pulled on your jacket and ran to the tree. It was a huge firm oak. There was a treehouse at the top and a plank of wood hung off of two thick pieces of rope hanging off a thick branch.
'This place...' You smiled to yourself for a second. It was the treehouse that your former boss and your mother built for you and your brothers. The swing was for you though. None of the others really like swings as kids. You could remember when you were young and played here with your brothers. They always pretended that they were actually part of the Mafia as a game; obviously you joined in as well. You giggled at the thought of the Nerf guns that you used and the memory of Prussia and America getting hit on the nose by you about 20 times in one "Battle". It's a good job that they sorted they
Mafia!Hetalia x Mafia!Reader: The Reunion pt.8Alright! Last one until the proper mission.
"I can't-a believe I'm stuck-a with you two bastards." Romano muttered under his breath. He, Italy and Germany were at the back of the hotel. The three of them were behind a corner, scanning for guards.
"Ve~ there seems-a to be not-a very many guards-a, Germany." Italy sighed.
"Ja Italy and zhey seemed to be too relaxed for guards." Germany looked around the corner to make a quick count. "10."
"I think-a the others have finished with their side-a." Romano looked up from his phone before snapping it shut and tucking it into his pocket. "We should-a kill them and get back."
"Wizhout causing much of a scene." Germany muttered.
"Fratello we could always poison them.Ve~" Italy suggested.
"Let's-a just knock them out-a and kill them without too much trouble." Romano scratched the back of his head. "For _(c/n)_'s plan to work we need to get to Judgement without his elites knowing." Germany Sighed.
Mafia!Hetalia x Mafia!Reader: The Reunion Pt 1(a/n): So yeah... i wanted to start writing a fanfiction on hetalia... I'm getting way too over-obsessed =.=
c/n means country name. Your human name is used for the secret idenity.
It's been 2 years since your Mafia family had to be disbanded all because of ___(disliked person's name)__. Now you're just a regular girl under the name of __(full name)__, but you weren't happy. You missed your 'family' and everyone in it. Well... everyone but __(disliked person's name)__. You lived alone since your mother died from a headshot on that final mission. Since the disbanding, you lived a normal life since you were the least known to be in the Mafia. You killed everyone who know you that shouldn't. You were the spy after all, occasional hit-women. The only people who knew who you are should be the Don and 13 people you got close to in the previous 'family'. Not even __(disliked person)__ knew your full name. But then again, he/she didn't know anything or cared about
Mafia!Hetalia x Mafia!Reader: The Reunion pt 13You stared at Jenovi. He took off his shades to reveal a pair of (e/c) eyes.
"Maybe we should..." You replied. He walked towards you and sat down on the plush chair. You sat down facing him in a different one. He sighed and scratched the back of his neck.
"I'll tell you everything I know before you ask any questions." he leaned back on his chair and thought before beginning to speak.
"Your... Mother and I were partners back in (country). We were part of a justice system back then but it was like the mafia. We kept order in the city and your mother and I were two of the best in the team; along with Rome and Germaina. We were feared by many criminal organizations. But Something happened to Rome and Germania a few days after we had you. They were killed at night in the streets. We don't know who by. It's was all so sudden but the boss of our organ
Mafia!Romano x Reader - Well Worth It: Ch. 1 [APH]Ring! Ring! Ring!
You groaned in frustration as your arm shot out of your warm and comforting blanket. Your hand fumbled around the bedside table in search for your cellphone. Once you finally found it, you flipped it open and pressed the "Receive Call" button.
"Hello?" you spoke into the phone with an irritated and aggravated tone. You absolutely hated it whenever someone woke you up earlier than your usual time.
"Veh~ [N-Name]?" you heard a familiar voice come from the other end.
"Feliciano? What's up?" you asked as your irritation slowly dissolved. The bubbly Italian had been your friend for a while now, and you always found it difficult to stay annoyed at him.
"Listen, something came up, and I-I was wondering if I could drop by your house," Feliciano spoke with an anxious voice.
You sat up from your bed upon hearing the distress and urgency that your friend's voice held. You swung your legs over to the edge of your bed and answered, "Yeah, sure. Most definitely. What
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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