Spain x Ukraine - Which Tomatoes Look Ripe Enough? The sun had just started to make its way into the sky. Yekatrina looked out of her window meet the day, which she always does with a smile. Today she was going to the market to buy some groceries since it was her day off. Yekatrina grabbed her handbag, locked the door to her flat, and set out for the market.Spain x Ukraine - Which Tomatoes Look Ripe Enough? by howhightofly
The market: http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/jonesy55/dscf1163.jpg
Antonio couldn't possibly ask for a better day. The weather was nice and warm and he was soaking up the sun while he was selling tomatoes at the local market by the sea. His olive skin was a testament that this was not his first time doing so. Antonio would flash his signature smile and charm his customers instantly. All of the little old ladies of (tow
Russia x Gardener!Reader - Among the Field of Gold(name) had always loved flowers. Whenever she wasn't working at her family's bakery, she was helping out in her grandparent's garden. (name) planted, weeded, harvested, and watered. But her favorite place to be at her grandparent's house was her grandfather's sunflower field. The golden blooms made (name) feel at warm and comfortable. (name) would often fall asleep in the vast field from being so at ease and free of stress.Russia x Gardener!Reader - Among the Field of Gold by howhightofly
Ivan Braginski was the son of a potato farmer who drank too much vodka. His father was a mean drunk and beat his mother whenever she was in his way. Ivan could still remember rainy nights where his father would be out drinking and he and his mother would make a fort out of pillows and sheets. A single lit candle would shed light on their faces while Ivan's mother would hold him close. She would often call him her little sunflower because he brightened her days. Much to Ivan's dismay, one day
Alone - Ukraine (Hetalia)*****This is an assignment for my history class that I thought would be neat to turn into a hetalia story. This is my first story, so please go easy on me and enjoy!*****Alone - Ukraine (Hetalia) by howhightofly
A young woman weeps at her mother's bedside as her dying breath fills the air. The young woman, Yekatrina, sobs fill pierce the cold air. She is terrified of having to live alone with her father who drinks in excess from the stress of the famine. He becomes frustrated and leaves Yekatrina black and blue often lately. She prays, holding onto her mother's limp hand, listening to the sound of cruel raindrops beating against the roof. Her mother's hands are almost as cold as the air surrounding them. Things had become worse and worse since the new century had arrived. Yekatrina would have to work in the fields, her father being too drunk to do so, and hope and pray that something would grow to avoid being beaten. After most of the cows and sheep had died, Yekatrina was beginning to lose hope. She toiled everyday, weather
First Place [SpainxReader]First Place [SpainxReader] by Anxnymous
Author's Note: Hey Anxnymous here! This is my first Spain reader insert, so tell me how you like it! This is a commission for Savie02, with the theme as fluffy Spain x Reader. Remember that I am still doing commishes, so don't be afraid to comment in my commish journal if you would like one! Enjoy, comment, fave and follow for more?
You didn’t question it when Antonio Carriedo phoned you in the middle of the night to invite you for a small night drive.
Knowing him, it was probably something about his tomato farm, or taking care of his nephew, Romano. You didn’t mind, however insignificant each request was, you enjoyed helping the cheery Spaniard. You admitted you had a little bit of a crush on him, but decided not to say it out loud, just in case… he didn
GermanyXDead!Reader ::: Wish You Where Here :::GermanyXDead!Reader ::: Wish You Where Here ::: by QueenKawaiiness
Minuscule raindrops pounded violently against the ice-cold pavement, creating loud tapping sounds as they fell. A loud boom of thunder would echo through the atmosphere or a flash of lightning would strike the sky, momentarily illuminating the otherwise dark night sky every once in a while.
The cemetery had closed for the night, leaving only the headstones and the decomposing bodies that lay beneath them. But there was one man how still had yet to leave. Ludwig Beilschmidt stood looming over one of the graveyards headstones, a bouquet of (f/flowers) in his hand. He wore a completely black suit, normal attire for a funeral, which he attended several hours earlier. All of the others that attended the funeral had already left to get out of the rain, but Ludwig stayed, not being bother by the fact that he was now soaking wet. His mind still needed to process his situation.
Carved neatly into the stone was: ______ ______. 1985 – 2013
Truth be told. Spain x ReaderTruth be told. Spain x Reader by peachkuma
In all honesty, he was lonely. Sure, he flirted with girls here and there, but he wanted a solid relationship. Somebody who will be there to wake him in the morning with a smile. Longing for that is normal, right? Well, who would ever stay in a stable relationship with him? He has twins to look after and he heard that it was a turn-off for ladies.
"Papa~! Papa~!" He heard the familiar little voices from behind him. Antonio greeted the twins with a huge hug as he lifted them from the ground. "Papa~ (Name) made us pasta and she helped us paint stuff, ve~" The said person emerged from the kitchen and smiled when she saw the father of the twins. "Mr. Carriedo, welcome back. I cleaned up the dinner table because Lovino spilled some of the paint."
"Idiota! You're not supposed to tell him!" The feisty, older twin burrowed his embarrassed face into his father's shirt as Antonio just chuckled. "Now, now, Lovino, that's no way to talk to Se
SwitzerlandXReader!SwitzerlandXReader! by YoiHinamori
You were walking down the road when you heard a voice yelling.
"Get the hell off my lawn, you stupid Italian!"
"Geez, who lives there? An old man?"
A gunshot rang out. "I said get off!"
Curious now, you walked toward the sound. (i know, so stupid, but i would do the same.)
A handsome blond haired man with green eyes was chasing around an adorable brown haired one with a curl. The blonde had a gun in his hand.
You, annoyed, walked toward the two. (ACROSS THE LAWN! *gasp*)
"Why the hell do you insist on walking on my lawn?"
Then he noticed you. "What, now there's two of you on my lawn?"
"As a matter of fact, I was here to stop you from shooting the adorable Italian over there. Besides, guns are dangerous!"
He gave you the weirdest look. It was astonishment, amusement, shock, some other stuff... "Wait, you're lecturing me on how to use a gun?"
You looked right back at him. "No, because I haven't the foggiest idea how to use those horrid things, but you shouldn't be shooting at people walk