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Marry Me, Mi Tomate Ch 1 SpainxRomano
Waking up with a squished tomato in my hand and hugging my pillow, I sighed. I opened my eyes and looked at the mess from the squished tomato in my hand. I always did that when I went to sleep, start to eat a tomato and ending up squishing it in my sleep.
I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Then I remembered it...
I had the same dream again.
"Dammit!" I yelled as I threw the tomato at the wall. I watched as it bounced off.
Why did I keep having that dream?! I didn't think of Spain in that way! He was just an idiotic person who raised me! Nothing else! Yet...why WAS I having a dream of his wanting to marry me for a month straight?
I sighed and rubbed my temples. Damn everything but tomatoes. All I needed was tomatoes in this world. And maybe a gun so I could pretend to be a Mafia every now and then...
"Fratello? Why are you yelling, ve?" I looked over to my side to see my brother laying down.
"VENEZIANO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED, DAMMIT?!" I yelled at him. He instantly got scared and start
Marry Me, Mi Tomate Ch 4 SpainxRomano
"Why did I ever agree to go to Euro 2012 with him?" I thought as I sat down grumpily in my seat as Spain was standing up and cheering for his team "Espana" who had just won the Euro 2012...damn 4-0...what a cagna. Seriously, why ask me to go with you if you know I'll be grumpy because mu country lost?! ANTONIO YOU-
"BASTARDO!" I yelled from my seat, causing Spain to look down at me. His eyes suddenly filled with sorrow and pity. He sat back down in his seat and smiled at me. Why did he have to look so damn cute with that smile? He looked so adorable and hot he made me think these thoughts like a high school girl. Damn did I just want to take him on the floor right then and there...(Anyone else hear that song before? Take Me On The Floor by The Veronicas?)
"I'm sorry that your team lost Roma." He pat my back in a "it's okay" manner. I growled slightly at the tomato bastard. I didn't need his damn comforting words! It only made me feel worse about it. I can't believe Italia fricken lost
Marry Me, Mi Tomate Ch 2 SpainxRomano
"Spain...how can you be so oblivious throughout all of these years?" I sighed and face palmed yet again. Spain still stood there with his huge stupid smile still plastered to his face.
"I'm oblivious and you're...what was that thing Japan told me? Oh yeah, you're tsundere." He said. I got angry.
"I'M NOT A STUPID TSUNDERE!" I yelled at him. He was still smiling. Not once did it even fade.
"Because you're a cute one!" He said cheerfully. I only sighed. Damn this bastard...
"What were we going to do today...?" I asked while rubbing my temples from frustration.
"To go to the beach! France and Prussia are coming too!" He cheerfully said again. God...how could he stay so damned happy all of the time?!
"No, no, no. Not with those bastards." I then shut my door in his face. I leaned against my door to hear if he would protest at all.
"You'd rather go alone with me, Lovi?" He asked. I could tell that he was pouting.
I blushed. What. The. Hell.
"Pssh, yeah right. Like I would even WANT to be al
First Meetings Fem!ItalyxGermany
Summary: WWI when Fem!Italy and Germany first meet.
Characters: Fem! Italy, Germany, and Germany's Sticky Friend.
Setting: WWI; Italian battlegrounds
Time: WWI; 1914-1918
"I'm supposed to be fighting a decedent of Rome right now but vith no such luck of finding them." Germany thought as he walked in an Italian battleground (woods).
"How veird. To cross that border was too easy, vasn't it Herr Schtick?" Germany then began to talk to the said stick in his hand. "I'm so sorry that I didn't share any of my liver vurst vith you. The invasion was going so vell that I forgot to feed mein schticky friend."
"Vell anyvays, I shouldn't let my guard down. The enemy is sure to have a plan right now. I may just fall into their trap." Germany then continued to walk and too keep his guard up. Just a few minutes later, he found a mysterious crate of "tomatoes" in the middle of an opening in the trees.
"Vhat the hell is this doing here?" Germany asked out loud. (To his schticky friend.) He poked the
Marry Me, Mi Tomate Intro SpainxRomano
"I've told you a million times before you tomato bastard! No! I'm not going to wear a skirt for you!" I yelled at that stupid Antonio as he held up a frilly pink skirt. He was trying to get me to wear it. If he thought I was going to, he was on some sort of drugs.
"Why not, mi tomate?" He pouted at me. He POUTED. And he was supposed to be older then me? Bullshit. I act more mature then him!
"Because I'm not a woman!" I finished my yelling and stomped up stairs to my room. I slammed myself on my bed in my messy room and growled. I threw a pillow at the door only to hit Spain in the face as he came in.
"Leave me alone!" I shouted at him. Damn, didn't he know how to piss me off even more. I felt like punching the damned wall.
Spain sighed. "I'm sorry, Lovi. I only wanted to see what you would look like with your legs showing." He smiled at me with that stupid cute smile. His eyes were closed and he scratched the back of his head. My eyes wandered all over his adorable and sexy form.
Marry Me, Mi Tomate Ch 5 SpainxRomano
|~The First Tears~|
"It had to be a dream. It had to be. There was no way that I actually kissed him." These thoughts ran through my head as I laid in my bed. I had a huge hangover. I must've gotten really drunk last night with Spain. All of my clothes were on so that meant we didn't do anything. Heck, for all I know he just took me home.
Silent tears ran down my face.
If I really actually did...kiss Spain, what would he think? That I was just drunk? But then again some drunks told the truth. He could be thinking anything right now. It could all be over for me.
All because I was too damn careless. I didn't pay attention to anything that was happening. I didn't think about what I might've done while I was drunk.
I ruined everything.
End of story.
But what if it wasn't over? What if Romano had just started something new? What if Romano had made Spain notice his feelings?
Because he did.
Spain has always felt a brotherly love for Romano...or so he thought it was. It actually turned ou
Marry Me, Mi Tomate Ch 3 SpainxRomano
~Two Days Later~
"Oh. Mio. Cazzo. Perbacco." Romano realized it finally. Finally he realized it. "How long have I been lying to myself?" I rested my forehead on my hand and sighed. "Antonio...it just had to be you..." Silent tears ran down the Southern Italian's face.
"He probably doesn't feel the same...I always treat him like crap." I thought to myself as I started to sniffle a bit. "He has always card for me. Even when I was a ragazzino to now. He must admire me as a little brother. He probably has never thought of me in such a way." I continued to think only of negative statements.
"Fratello! Spain-Onii-Chan is here, ve!" Italy burst into my room and shouted with glee. I hurried and wiped my face on my sleeve and answered back to him,"Like I care!" But really, why would I care when he would never love me back? Might as well try to forget it and try to move on.
"Romano...are you okay?" Italy's voice instantly became concerned; which was a very rare thing.
"I'm fine! Idiota!" I scoff
What's The Point?What's the point if I'm all alone?
If he doesn't look my way?
Not knowing what words to say?
Especially when the times are so deep
What's the point if you're not with me?
Millions of miles away where I can't see?
What's inside your heart...
Those unknown feelings for me?
If I were to even take a stand...
What's the point if I'm so young?
If I can't explain my love?
Fighting for your answer...
But what's the point if you weren't there?
If I'm all alone...
Left cold and bare...
What would I do without you?
In the final distance we'll find a key
To all of the answers to you and me
But what's the point if you cannot see...
The feelings that I strongly hold for thee?
Day by day I pray you'll see...
That we'll have our fairy tail ending
In my eyes I can see...
But what's the point if you're not in my life?
What's the point if I cry for you?
If you can't see the tears I shed for you?
What's the point of loving you...
If it won't even come true?
What's the point if I didn't have you?
Even if y
Remember Me Part 1 CanadaxOC
~The first meeting~
"So today is the start of the first annual capitol meeting! So I suppose each and every capitol is here so let's get on with the meeting!" I said in my very fast voice. I was usually quiet but, when I got excited, I was as loud as brother America.
"So my brother told me that we should get, like, this huge hero to protect the earth from, like everything!" I said while pointing to a colored picture that brother and I drew earlier that day.
"I agree with DC." Hong Kong said while she raised her hand.
Hong Kong was the only person I heard since everyone was talking at once. Damn, I didn't know it would be this hard.
After the meeting Vancouver invited me and America over for some tea. I liked going to Vancouver's house. She was my BFF besides London. But, one thing got me, every time I went to see her I never seen Canada. Now that I thought about it, I never met him! Maybe now I could! I would make sure of it!
"Hey, Vancouver?" I tried to get her attention as she si
Zoey (my baby sister)
So full of life,
And only a few days old.
We hardly know each other,
But the love I feel is unconditional.
The bond between sisters is unbreakable.
I love you so much,
And I pray that you'll be alright,
For every dream I have,
I kiss you goodnight,
A sisters love is full of delight.
I love you Zoey Marie Williams.
Masked"And for the first time in her life, she let her mask fall down .The moment it touched the floor, it revealed so much pain, sorrow and happiness .Her eyes were full of sadness but she was holding on. She knew she was strong, but she was holding too much She let her guard down so fast, without even thinking about what might happen She knew it's all over. It really was over. She was exhausted from fighting and so tired of hoping. And while she was hiding tears in the corners of her eyes, there he was, standing not so far away, looking so purely into her broken soul, and just as he started walking towards her, all of a sudden, she picked up her mask again, raised her guard and somehow threw back her tears . She thought he will walk away, simply, without looking back, leaving memories on his side of her bed, on the pillow where he spend nights looking at her eyes, her beautiful but masked eyes. He was enchanted by the feelings she carried in herself. The
InkI like to draw hearts on my wrist in ink.
Let it wash away and draw them again.
Not always in the same places
or the same amount.
Sometimes my heart's in different places,
but I always have one.
tell me things that are true.tell me things
that are true.
'fall comes soon,
your eyes are blue.
i love you.'
any of those will
the seizing of
my chest is making
up for all the years
that i thought i
i am trying my best.'
tell me things that
tell me things that
are true so when i lose
myself, i will
What hurts the mostIt's not that...
I'll never feel your lips against mine again,
'cause that's nothing big.
It's not that...
I'll never lay in your warm embrace,
'cause that's what blankets are for.
It's not that...
Sleeping is difficult,
'cause that'll change in time.
It's not that...
School is going terrible
'cause I got a new year ahead to fix that.
It's not that...
You'll never be there when I break down,
'cause I've got friends for that; best friends.
It's not that...
You'll never seem the same again,
'cause it's not like no one ever stays the same.
It's not that...
Were not friends anymore,
'cause what did I expect?
It's not that...
We'll never have another chance,
'cause other guys also deserve one too.
It's not that...
There are so many words left unsaid,
'cause after all, some things are better left unsaid.
What hurts the most...
Is the fact everything seemed perfect,
but now it's just turned into hell.
What hurts the most...
Is the fact I was in this fairytale,
and the ride back to reality was
Dance with the DevilDance with the devil
Will you dance with the devil?
Across the marble floor.
Each twist and turn,
Leaves you begging for more
Gliding around the room,
In the arms of a beast.
Spinning in circles,
Scared at the least.
The song begins to rise in tempo,
It feels like youre dancing on air.
Your body takes over,
You dance without a care.
You feel the passion rising,
With each move you make.
He lifts up your chin,
He kisses you with no mistake
You lose yourself,
In his kiss you revel.
Now arent you glad,
You had a dance with the devil?
I'm sorry if your a HetaliaXReader fan, but I accidentally added this to that group because I was actually taking a quiz about which Nordic I would be, and then I was being an idiot and didn't notice the difference between Journal entries and deviations....
I looked in the mirror,
Sorrow forever lingers to my soul...
I was crying my heart out...
Because I know I'll never look pretty to you.
I dyed my hair,
Changed my style,
But acted stubborn as hell,
and that still wasn't what you wanted...
I wore colored contacts,
I changed personalities,
I shopped like those girls,
I copied their style...
I'm nothing but an ugly liar,
I want you to accept me.
I changed a lot to see what'd fit,
But it seems that our love can't be...
Roses symbolize love,
But watch out for a painful thorn...
The rose is pretty,
But was pretty deadly...?
I watched you from the back seats,
I saw who you dated,
I admit it pains my heart...
So I changed myself so we can be acquainted.
You were Mr. Popular and I was Miss N
MasksWith big smiles she greeted her friends,
Drowning in the crowd of people.
How many claimed to be her loved ones?
Hundreds? Thousands? She lost count long ago.
They welcomed her with jokes and laughter,
and she replied with hugs and kisses,
Pretending not to see the cracks in their masks
Or the lies in their voices.
She knew they were hiding something,
She heard the whispers behind her back,
Saw the greed behind their smiles,
And sensed their hatred long ago.
And every day she felt another part
Of her soul breaking away.
At night she tried to fix it,
Trying to reattach the broken pieces,
But as the time went by she realized
That the harder she tried, the faster she broke.
And so she continued what she had once started,
Acting cheerful, while breaking apart,
slowly creating her own mask
To hide her true self.
Until one day she met you,
The girl who refused to wear a disguise,
A big grin in your face,
And true kindness in your words.
Your left hand you had outstretched,
In your right you
Give Me A BreakIf it would all stop.
Stop moving forward.
Pause, stop the world spinning
Just for a little while.
Let me catch up
Catch my breath.
But I know if I paused
I would never start again
The warm deep calm
That would wash over me
I would never let go.
I haven't slept very well,
Dreams are haunting.
I don't know anything but nightmares
I can't handle being alone,
Or being with people.
I want a break.
I need to stop treading water
Please, God, throw me a life raft
I don't know if my legs and arms
Will give out.
I've been struggling for so long
Underwater, breathing through a straw
I've surfaced but I get pulled under
Just without the breathing device
And I don't want to drown
Give me a break,
Make me weightless
Let me float away
Just let me rest
Stop throwing road blocks in the way.
It's just cruel,
I have enough already.
One WishWithin my heart...
I hold hidden emotions
Although I wish you knew
Just how much I love you
I promise to you...
That I'll never let go
Of the hope I'll always carry
Just for you
Even though you seem
To turn away from me
I'll never give up...
Until you finally love me
It may seem selfish...
And my heart may seem cold
But all I would ever want
Are feelings returned by you
But here I sit in the corner
Crying over my one wish
That'll never come true...
Because I just don't see
Any love coming from you
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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