Death-Wolf-101

Chapter 4 Luciano brought you up to an office like room. On the door a target was hung.  He smiled at you as he handed you two throwing knives. He kissed your forehead before demonstrating how to throw the knife, hitting the target dead centre. He gave you an encouraging smile, helping to position your body so to help you throw it better. He stepped back as you pulled your arm back the way he showed you before throwing the knife. It didn't hit the target, in fact, it hit a full length painting of the Axis members. Where it landed made Luciano howl with laughter. You'd hit Lutz in the crotch. He adjusted your stance and pointed to the target

Italy x Kitten!Reader x Romano Romano sighed as he went to pick up his and his brother's precious [name]. They'd left [name] with Alfred while the two of them caught up with their paperwork. They couldn't have the playful little kitty they adored so much around when they did paperwork. They'd be to tempted to pet, cuddle, and play with her instead of doing their work. [Name] had a cold so they'd asked Alfred to take her to the vet. Only, the brothers didn't know what Alfred had done to their little kitty. Alfred opened the door to his house as Romano knocked. He was holding [name], only there was something off about her. Romano payed Alfred

Romano x Neko!Reader Romano sighed as he slid down the door of his the world meeting. Spain was trying to keep his attention off the meeting by talking non-stop, the potato bastard was telling everyone not to mock his country by presenting their ideas in eight minutes or less, Veneziano wouldn't stop talking about pasta, and everyone else was not listening. You meowed and trotted up to your master, rubbing against his leg as if asking what was wrong as you purred. You jumped into his lap as he sat there. "Oh [name]... Those bastardi were being idioti at the meeting again. It's no wonder we never get anything done." He muttered, scooping you

Chapter 3 Slowly you woke up as your father walked. He was singing something softly in Italian to you. You nuzzled into him and yawned. Luciano smiled to himself. He absolutely adored you, as a father should their daughter. He quietly began to hum as he neared your intended destination. He knocked on the door, cradling you and cuddling. The only time any one would ever see Luciano like this was when you were around. I guess you could say your presence soothed the devil that lived inside him. Lutz opened the door a minute after your father knocked. Lutz was the personification of Germany, and to be honest, he sort of scared you. You buried

Chapter 2 Luciano walked swiftly up to the door, checking to see if it was locked. He smiled as he saw that it was. He knew you were safe. He entered the basement through the hidden door and froze as soon as he heard you crying. “Z-Zio Flavio! I-I want my papa!” You cried over and over. Each time came the soft reply, “I know, bambina, I know…” Luciano hurriedly walked in and felt his heart break at the sight of you balling your eyes out in Flavio’s arms, and Flavio trying to comfort you. He tapped his boot twice on the concrete floor, seeking your attention. You looked up and your face brightened drastic

You walked through the streets of southern Italy. It was winter and you hadn’t a home or a family. You were different from everyone and that made them scared of you. You had wolfish features. You had pointed wolf ears and a tail. You always had your tail wrapped around your waist as a way to keep your clothes from falling away, if you can even call them clothes. A chilling gust of wind blew from the north and you walked against it, pressing your ears to your skull. It was night and you walked the empty streets, avoiding everyone you saw to not get raped. Only, you were so busy avoiding everyone you saw, you weren’t watching where

Chapter 1 You ran through out the streets of Italy, trying to escape the Allied forces. You were the daughter of Luciano Vargas. The personification of the northern half of Italy. You were Venice. You were his pride, his joy. You were his daughter. But the Alleys had come to your house in the middle of the night, looking to pick a fight with your father. The commotion had woken you up. You had gone downstairs to find your father pinned under a larger man in a black coat wearing a scarf. Oliver, the personification of England, was the first to notice your presence in the room. He greeted you, and your father screamed for you to run away. Yo

You were scared. England or Oliver, as he told you to call him had you in the kitchen, and he was making cupcakes. “So poppet~, it’s been three days~! Do you still think your father is coming for you~?” He asked, not turning around. “O-of course he is!” You exclaimed. ‘He has to. He just has to! P-papa!! Wh-where are you…?’ You though. Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. Oliver didn’t seem to take notice, until he turned around with the cupcakes. “O-oh! No! D-don’t cry, poppet!” He tried to comfort you, but you only cried harder. You missed your father. You want

In the Criminal HQ in Italy, I waited patiently- unlike others –for my next assignment. I wanted to get a good assignment. Unlike the last one, that was child’s play, taking out the head of the Vargas family Mafia. Pssh! To easy! “_______! In my office! You’re next assignment has come in!” The boss said. He’s my father, but he doesn’t want other members to know, for fear of my safety and the safety of his position as head. I walk through the door to his office. It’s sound proof. He called on me through the speakers out side his office. “There’s my little girl~!” He said in a