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Romano X Reader Arranged Marrige "I HATE YOU YOU DAMN TOMATO-BASTARDO!!" Lovino screamed in rage as he furiously stomped up-stairs and practically threw his door shut. He was so angry,apparently, since his older brother, Antonio's job wasn't making enough money, he was now being forced into an arranged marriage with Antonio's, boss's daughter! He didn't even know the stupid Ragazza!! He flopped down on his bed, face down,  not wanting to think of his up-coming future with some chick. "I told you, It's not my fault!! My Boss knows how tough times are for us and this is a great opportunity Lovi!!" Antonio snapped back trying to prove his

Dija9: Hi, hi, hi!! I'm back again, so here ya go - a new story, that I hope you will like~! Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia or this picture~ Warning: No warning this time~! ~~~ How many times can we win and lose? How many times can we break the rules between us? Only teardrops How many times do we have to fight? How many times till we get it right between us? Only teardrops You quietly hummed Denmark's Eurovision song as smiled by the counter. You were making coffee for your future-to-be-husband, Norway, Lukas Bondevik as he had requested for you to do, while he went to take a morning shower. And, of course, you agreed. (Tell me now) What&rs

“Yuuuuuuuhhh” “Model 214, please come onto the stage” “What?”   The electronic voice over a loudspeaker spoke once again. “Model 214. Model 214.” A pause. “Last call: Model 214.” You heard shuffling of many girls yelling at each other at who took whose make-up and then you even heard a cat fight.   “B*tch that is my stiletto!” “Nuh uh you dirty skank! I paid for it unlike you; you whore!” “That’s it” You heard clicking of earrings being taken off. “Model 214 is going to be Model F*cked Up!” And the cat fight proceeds. ̵

Mathias made his way down the street, kicking a rock in his path. With a sigh he pulled out his cellphone and dialed the same number for, what seemed like, the thousandth time this week. He waited anxiously as it rang preparing to leave (Y/N) yet another message. “We are sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.” “What?! She changed her phone number!?” The blonde male exclaimed as his phone slipped from his palms. He watched it clatter to the ground but only stared at it as he felt tears form in his eyes. “(Y/N) must be really desperate to keep me away if she went t