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You hid in your new papa’s designer white jacket to escape the sharp gaze of the man your papa called your ‘Zio Luciano’. At first glance, you’d think the two weren’t related. But, the dark haired Italian had a curl identical to your fathers, on the left side of his head instead of the right.
He had magenta eyes and was wearing a tan military uniform. He also had a hat with purple fluff atop his head. He had a knife in his hand and looked as though he was going to go on a killing spree.
Your papa handed you over to Luciano, the magenta-eyed man, gladly accepting you into his embrace to get a better look at you. You looked at him with curious eyes, then to Romano, and back to him. “So, you said you found her on the street, ve~?” Luciano asked his brother, who nodded.
“Si~! Isn’t she adorable?” He replied happily. You lay your head on Luciano’s shoulder, tired from everything that had happened to you earlier. “Aww~! She’s just so cute~!” Your papa squeed. You blushed at how your papa just kept on stating the obvious to his little brother.
Luciano nodded in reply and rocked you gently back and forth. You yawned and started to doze off, when the door slammed open startling you awake. A tall blond man walked in with a shorter blackette following close behind.
“Lutz…” Luciano glared dangerously at him. “You just woke up mio nipote(is that spelt correctly?)…” The man, now known as ‘Lutz’, looked at you startled form in the Italian’s arms. Your father also seemed a little peeved that they woke you up, but he quickly bounced back.
“What brings you two here at this hour, hm? It’s got to be, at least, 9:58, way past _____’s bedtime. And she was just about to go to sleep to~!” Your father whined at the intruding men. They just ignored him, and went straight up to your Zio.
“We have info about the allies. We need you to look over the files, that we, err… borrowed from them.” The German brut said. Your uncle looked down at you, back to Lutz and the nameless blackette, and then your father, who he soon after word handed you to. “I’ll be back soon. Sweet dreams, bella.” He said, kissing your forehead and leaving the room with the two trailing after him.
You looked at your father and he began to rock you, much like Luciano was doing just moments before you and your new family where interrupted by the duo. “Zio Luciano is nice, papa. I like him.” You said tiredly, letting your head fall on his chest. He chuckled and said, “Well, that’s good, bella. Because even if you didn’t, he’s still your uncle.
You gave a tiny nod and closed your eyes, listening to your papa’s heartbeat. “Ti amo, mi bella ____.” Your papa cooed to you, lulling you farther into sleep. “Papa?” You began. “Yes, bella?” He asked. “What does ‘ti amo’ mean?” You asked.
He giggled (VERY MANLY!(NOT!)) and said, “It means, ‘I love you’, in Italian.” You looked up at him with happy, tired eyes. “I love you to, papa.” You said, as you now rested, fully asleep in the Italian man’s arms. “Good night, mi bella.” He said, and brought you to his room, and snuggled under the covers with you, safely tucked in his arms. “I promise, bella. I’m never going to let anything bad happen to you. Ever.” And with that, you and your papa where asleep, resting up for the night, in his protective arms.
He had magenta eyes and was wearing a tan military uniform. He also had a hat with purple fluff atop his head. He had a knife in his hand and looked as though he was going to go on a killing spree.
Your papa handed you over to Luciano, the magenta-eyed man, gladly accepting you into his embrace to get a better look at you. You looked at him with curious eyes, then to Romano, and back to him. “So, you said you found her on the street, ve~?” Luciano asked his brother, who nodded.
“Si~! Isn’t she adorable?” He replied happily. You lay your head on Luciano’s shoulder, tired from everything that had happened to you earlier. “Aww~! She’s just so cute~!” Your papa squeed. You blushed at how your papa just kept on stating the obvious to his little brother.
Luciano nodded in reply and rocked you gently back and forth. You yawned and started to doze off, when the door slammed open startling you awake. A tall blond man walked in with a shorter blackette following close behind.
“Lutz…” Luciano glared dangerously at him. “You just woke up mio nipote(is that spelt correctly?)…” The man, now known as ‘Lutz’, looked at you startled form in the Italian’s arms. Your father also seemed a little peeved that they woke you up, but he quickly bounced back.
“What brings you two here at this hour, hm? It’s got to be, at least, 9:58, way past _____’s bedtime. And she was just about to go to sleep to~!” Your father whined at the intruding men. They just ignored him, and went straight up to your Zio.
“We have info about the allies. We need you to look over the files, that we, err… borrowed from them.” The German brut said. Your uncle looked down at you, back to Lutz and the nameless blackette, and then your father, who he soon after word handed you to. “I’ll be back soon. Sweet dreams, bella.” He said, kissing your forehead and leaving the room with the two trailing after him.
You looked at your father and he began to rock you, much like Luciano was doing just moments before you and your new family where interrupted by the duo. “Zio Luciano is nice, papa. I like him.” You said tiredly, letting your head fall on his chest. He chuckled and said, “Well, that’s good, bella. Because even if you didn’t, he’s still your uncle.
You gave a tiny nod and closed your eyes, listening to your papa’s heartbeat. “Ti amo, mi bella ____.” Your papa cooed to you, lulling you farther into sleep. “Papa?” You began. “Yes, bella?” He asked. “What does ‘ti amo’ mean?” You asked.
He giggled (VERY MANLY!(NOT!)) and said, “It means, ‘I love you’, in Italian.” You looked up at him with happy, tired eyes. “I love you to, papa.” You said, as you now rested, fully asleep in the Italian man’s arms. “Good night, mi bella.” He said, and brought you to his room, and snuggled under the covers with you, safely tucked in his arms. “I promise, bella. I’m never going to let anything bad happen to you. Ever.” And with that, you and your papa where asleep, resting up for the night, in his protective arms.
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Okay, this was totally OOC for me to write something like this!
... And I think I made Luciano a little OOC to!
What is wrong with me? TT.TT
Picture isn't mine.
Chapter 1: [link]
... And I think I made Luciano a little OOC to!
What is wrong with me? TT.TT
Picture isn't mine.
Chapter 1: [link]
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"Im never going to let anything bad happen to you."
Me:sOMTHING BAD ISH GONNA HAPPEN SOON...aND I THINK IT HAS TO DO WITH THE ALLIES.....MAYBE...
Well..Then The Allies Are Going To Have A 'Bad Time'...
Me:sOMTHING BAD ISH GONNA HAPPEN SOON...aND I THINK IT HAS TO DO WITH THE ALLIES.....MAYBE...
Well..Then The Allies Are Going To Have A 'Bad Time'...