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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 wanted HIM to comfort you, not Oliver.
Just then, the door burst open. In walked a very furious Flavio ((I finally learned 2P!Romano’s human name. =u= )). “Did you make _____ cry?” He asked. Oliver said nothing. Flavio walked over and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. “DID. YOU. MAKE. _______. CRY?” He asked louder, shaking him slightly.
He punched Oliver in the gut, and knocked him out. He walked over to you. Instead of shrinking back, like he thought you would after witnessing that, you jumped at him. Clinging for dear life, and sobbing into his jacket. They were tears of joy, though. Happy that he was there and you were safe with him again.
Soon though, Luciano walked into the kitchen and you tackled him with a hug. He stumbled back, not expecting it. “I don’t blame you for what happened, zio Luciano~!” You exclaimed, cuddling him.
He gave a small sigh and a rare smile. Then he hugged and cuddled you back. “I’m so sorry, ____. I’m a terrible zio.” He said. You giggled. “Yes you are~! But you’re my zio~!”
You all heard footsteps and decided to go home. But not before leaving a surprise. It was your idea, but your father set up a small spring trap so when the allies came into the room, they’d get faces full of Oliver’s cupcakes.
You met Spain on the way home. He was cold at first, but as you talked to him on the way home, he began to warm up to you. Only a little though
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“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 wanted HIM to comfort you, not Oliver.
Just then, the door burst open. In walked a very furious Flavio ((I finally learned 2P!Romano’s human name. =u= )). “Did you make _____ cry?” He asked. Oliver said nothing. Flavio walked over and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. “DID. YOU. MAKE. _______. CRY?” He asked louder, shaking him slightly.
He punched Oliver in the gut, and knocked him out. He walked over to you. Instead of shrinking back, like he thought you would after witnessing that, you jumped at him. Clinging for dear life, and sobbing into his jacket. They were tears of joy, though. Happy that he was there and you were safe with him again.
Soon though, Luciano walked into the kitchen and you tackled him with a hug. He stumbled back, not expecting it. “I don’t blame you for what happened, zio Luciano~!” You exclaimed, cuddling him.
He gave a small sigh and a rare smile. Then he hugged and cuddled you back. “I’m so sorry, ____. I’m a terrible zio.” He said. You giggled. “Yes you are~! But you’re my zio~!”
You all heard footsteps and decided to go home. But not before leaving a surprise. It was your idea, but your father set up a small spring trap so when the allies came into the room, they’d get faces full of Oliver’s cupcakes.
You met Spain on the way home. He was cold at first, but as you talked to him on the way home, he began to warm up to you. Only a little though
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and they all lived happily ever after...what its been 2 years someone had to say end