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CIRL 2P!ItalyxReader"What the hell," you muttered, sitting in the midst of what looked like an explosion of screws, bolts, and bits of wood. That's right, my friend, you had just bought an IKEA desk earlier today against your better judgment and were now working on putting it together.

And failing miserably.

"How the heck does screw A4 fit into hole H6?!" you shrieked, about to throw the pieces into the wall. You were quite surprised that you hadn't ripped the diagrams and instructions into millions of pieces by now.

"Whoever designed these shitty things must have been a sadist," you determined, glaring darkly at the paper that was supposed to be helping you.

CIRL AmericaxReaderYou loved your friends. You really did. But it annoyed you to no end when they would constantly bring up your lack of a love life. Why were you required to have a boyfriend or, at the very least, a love interest? Why couldn't you be happy being single?

Sighing ruefully, you had to admit. You did get jealous of them and their boyfriends sometimes. But it's not like being single was the end of the world!

You muttered darkly to yourself about stupid friends, your current status as a "forever alone-r," and not having a giant cake of chocolate to drown yourself in. Because giant chocolate cake solves all of the problems, ever. But since you didn

CIRL ChibitaliaxReaderYou sighed as you watched a young couple swing a little child between them as they made their way around the park. You knew it was way too soon for you to have kids, but part of you couldn't help but wish for a little one of your own.

Deciding it'd be weird to mope about being childless at twenty at the park, you stood up and leisurely began the walk back to your apartment.

"Maybe I should just get a dog or something," you mused, tilting your head back to look at the afternoon sky. Although you knew it wouldn't feel the same. You can only nurture an animal so much.

A frown found its way onto your face as you unlocked the door to your home

CIRL PolandxReaderIt was time. Time for what? Time for you to go through all of your clothing and figure out what you needed to get rid of. And it wasn't going to be pretty.

You tied your hair back into a ponytail and started yanking everything out of your dresser and closet, throwing it all onto the floor. No point in being neat about it. Grabbing your stereo remote, you started your music and sat down in the whirlpool of clothes.

Since it was the middle of summer, you decided that going through your cold weather clothes would be the best place to start. So you sifted through the mountains of fabric until you found the majority of your winter stuff. You pul

CIRL SpainxReaderSinging along with your iPod loudly, you danced around your apartment as you worked on your chores. Cleaning was never as boring when you were goofing off.

You made your way around the living room, straightening different items, dusting the furniture, and vacuuming the carpets. Once you finished in there you went into the kitchen, grabbing the cleaner from under the sink. The kitchen was no fun to clean, but it had to be done. So with a sigh, you started wiping down the countertops.

Halfway through the job, a cute love song started playing and you dropped what you were doing to waltz across the tile floor. You held your hands in the air, pr

CIRL RussiaxReaderSpring. A wonderful time of blooming flowers, fresh rain, and sunshine…..How you loathed it.

It was a nice enough season by normal standards, but when it came down to your allergies? Those April showers bringing May flowers could rot. You used to love springtime. It was your favorite season. Then this hay fever cropped up out of nowhere and now you were constantly sneezing with a runny nose and itchy eyes. You were always taking allergy medicine for it.

You sighed and stared wistfully out of the window. You really wanted to go lay in the grass, but that would probably make your allergies react and you didn't feel like being miserable.

CIRL GreecexReaderAh, summer. A time of no school work, no classes, no getting up super early, no freezing temperatures. The only thing you had to be responsible for was your job. But you liked your job, so it wasn't really a hassle to go in. But today was going to be a lazy day for you. You hadn't gotten scheduled to work for a few days, and you decided to catch up on some things you'd wanted to do during the school year. It was just a matter of choosing what to start with.

First, you decided you'd go to the grocery store to get some snack foods. If you were going to be a lazy bum for a few days, you needed the proper foods to sustain such levels of idle-nes

CIRL SwitzerlandxReaderBuyer's remorse sucked. And you understood that better than anyone right now. You'd just gone and splurged way too much money on chocolate. It was the really good, expensive chocolate that made your mouth water just smelling it. And you were regretting ever letting the sweet smell lure you into the store in the mall.

You weren't even home, and you were wishing you'd just turned straight around and left the store. Why, oh why did chocolate have to be so amazing? You really never thought you'd be so at war with yourself over a piece of food.

You pulled in front of your apartment and got out, grabbing your things and heading for the door. Sigh

CIRL PrussiaxReaderSighing in exhaustion, you left your last class for the day and headed back to your apartment. You didn't know why, but you just couldn't keep your eyes open for very long today. It's not like you didn't get enough sleep last night. Heck, you didn't even get too much sleep. You'd gotten an almost even eight hours, so you should be fine. But for some reason, you weren't. And despite all of your efforts to wake up, your body wasn't having it.

So with eyelids drooping, you trudged your merry way back home.

With a happy groan, you entered your one-floor apartment and flopped down on the floor, not even bothering to close the door just yet. Afte

CIRL GermaniaxReaderScrunching your eyebrows in concentration, you furiously typed on your laptop in an attempt to get your thoughts out before they vanished. You were currently working on a paper for your Composition class and you had just been struck with inspiration. So before you could forget your genius idea, you hurriedly added sentence after sentence to your paper.

With a sigh, you leaned back and re-read everything you'd just typed. Which you were damn proud of, by the way. You weren't finished just yet, but this burst of intelligence had set you on a roll and you weren't stopping anytime soon. Although you hated writing essays, you couldn't complain ab

CIRL ChinaxReader“Alright, so it’s down, down, up, back, square, circle, and forward,” you muttered to yourself as you scrolled through cheat codes for Ocarina of Time. You nodded to yourself and turned back to your TV, chanting the code out loud so you wouldn’t forget. Unpausing the game, you made your way to the spot that you would enter the code in, hoping that this time the code would work. You hadn’t been having any luck at all when it came to cheats for this game, but the person who’d posted about this one seemed to know what they were talking about.

So with bated breath, you entered the last section of the code and

CIRL CanadaxReader"Today is Friday. I have no classes today," you sang happily to yourself, skipping around your apartment. Excited at the prospect of a three day weekend, as you always were, you jumped on the couches in your living room. Nothing was better than being able to choose when you did and didn't have classes. One of the many reasons you preferred college to high school.

A metaphorical light bulb went off over your head. You should take a bath! A bubble bath, at that! You haven't taken one in a long time, and today was the perfect opportunity to relax.

Squealing in delight, you ran to your bedroom and quickly threw off all of your clothes. You didn

CIRL FrancexReaderYou huddled under your blankets and wondered why you kept doing this to yourself. "This" being playing creepy video games late into the night and not being able to sleep because of it. It's like you wanted to worsen your mild fear of the dark. And this particular evening was especially horrible because there was a very bad thunderstorm going on outside. The lightning flashes illuminated your room and cast creepy shadows on your walls.

"I am never playing that game again," you muttered to yourself, certain you would listen to yourself this time. As anther thunder crash shook your house, you squeaked and dived further into your sheets, hoping

CIRL LithuaniaxReaderYou sighed and rested your chin in your hand. It was raining. Again.

"It shouldn't rain this much during May," you muttered, dragging yourself away from the window. You just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep until the weather brightened up.

Groaning in boredom, you rolled over on your bed so that your head hung off the side. The spring semester was over, so you didn't have classes to go to. And all of the friends you had managed to make during school didn't live close enough to you to visit them. You couldn't go to work, because you hadn't been scheduled.

"Aaagghhh," you groaned again, running your hands down your face. There must be so

CIRL NorwayxReaderShivering, you pulled your coat tighter around you and continued home. It was the middle of October and it was already freezing. Sighing, you kept walking down the sidewalk to your apartment. Your last class of the day had been canceled, and with nothing better to do, you decided to just head home to try and warm up.

You entered your apartment and closed the door behind you. Tossing your stuff onto the kitchen table, you put some water in a teapot and set it on the stove. While you waited for the water to boil, you went to your room to find something to read. You flicked through your books, and when you decided on one, you went back out to t

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Really A Family EnglandxReaderYou nervously sat on the check-up table, waiting for your doctor to come back in. For the past two weeks you'd been feeling very sick and while your husband, Arthur, speculated it was just a virus, part of you believed it to be something else.

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by ~bluerose269, Aug 28, 2012, 9:07:07 AM
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So today had been the perfect day to go to the pool. And, of course, today was also the day that the weather decided to throw a completely random thunderstorm into your face. Te-freaking-rrific. But hey, now you have an excuse to start that new book you bought at a garage sale last week.

Feeling a little better about your situation, you changed out of your bathing suit and grabbed a thick blanket and your chosen book. But naturally, the lights have to go out.

"Oh whatever," you muttered, feeling around in your closet for oil lamps and a flashlight. As soon as you found them, you lit them up one by one and strategically placed them around your apartment. Nodding at your handiwork, you plopped down onto the sofa and rested your back on an armrest, an oil lamp directly behind you. You quickly dove into the world that emerged from the slightly worn pages of your book.

A sudden chill swept through you and you shivered, clutching your blanket closer to you. Without warning, a pair of lean arms wound around your shoulders and chin was rested on the top of your head.

"Vee, is-a the pretty lady cold?"

"WWAAAGGHH!!!" You threw your body forward, limbs tangling in the blanket as you sought to escape this person who had held you. You ended up tripping in your haste and decided to stay on the floor for a moment to collect your thoughts.

A worried "Vee" reached your ears and you felt like crying. Had you gone insane? Warily, you peeked out from your blanket, your eyes meeting…

"…Italy?"

"The pretty lady knows-a who I am! Vee, how-a do you know me, bella?"

"Oh hot damn…" You watched Italy tilt his head to the side and seriously considered the possibility that this was a dream. And if it was, you were going to be severely disappointed at Life.

"Are you okay, bella?"

"I…hope I am."

"Vee, I hope you're not-a sick! Being sick isn't fun! But I could-a make you pasta to make you-a feel better!!" You raised an eyebrow at that, although you definitely weren't surprised. This was Italy after all. You slowly stood up and untangled your blanket.

"How did you end up here?" you asked, snapping Italy out of his pasta daze.

"I don't know! One minute I was-a trying to avoid training and the next I was-a here! Where is here?"

Um, my house…in another world."

"Oh I see…………………………………….WAIT WHAT?!?!" It took you a good thirty minutes to calm him down and another twenty to get him to agree to see the proof.

"So this is you and that's Germany. And there's Japan," you said, pointing to each country in your manga. Italy was sitting next to you on your bed, leaning on you and staring at the pictures.

"Vee, Big Brother France is-a there too." You nodded and flipped a couple of pages.

"Look, there's your brother. Did this actually happen? You getting your curls stuck together and calling Germany?" Italy nodded, frowning.

"I'm-a not going to-a see them again, am I?" You frowned and looked down. You had no clue if there was any way to send him back, but you didn't want to make him depressed.

"I don't know, Italy."

"Call-a me Feli."

"Alright. I'm (Name)." Feli turned you both so he could kiss your cheeks in a greeting.

"It's-a nice to meet you, (Name)!"

"You too, Feli," you said, smiling. "Why don't we go make pasta?"

"PASTAAA!!"

--Timeskip—

"(Name)! Let's-a make pasta!" You groaned and rolled over on your bed to lie on your stomach. Just in time too, because Feli ran in and dove onto your bed right in the spot you'd been a moment ago.

"Feli, we've had pasta every day for the past week. I am going to turn into a noodle at this rate."

"But (Naaammmmeeee)! I wanted to make-a this pasta special for-a you!" Feli whined, clinging onto you like a life preserver. It had taken many months but you'd finally gotten used to the Italians special brand of hugging. You sighed and wiggled around to get a little more comfortable.

"And why do you need to make special pasta for me, Feli?" You glanced at him and were surprised to see a blush on his face. He noticed your staring and buried his face in your shoulder.

"B-because I just-a wanted to!!" he shouted. You rolled your eyes and started attempting to sit up.

"Alright, Feli. We'll make this special pasta of yours." Feli jumped up in excitement and carried you in a bear hug to the kitchen where he set you down in a chair. Before you could say or do anything, he was already running around the room getting ingredients, pots, pans, and utensils.

"Um…I thought we were making this together, Feli."

"I want to-a make this for-a you, (Name)! So you can just-a watch this-a time!"

"…You made such a fuss, just so I would watch you make pasta…Just don't make a mess please." Feli nodded and continued making the dough for the pasta. At first, you'd gotten extremely frustrated with him because he wouldn't ever let you make pasta from a box. Every time you wanted pasta, you would have to make it completely from scratch. But with how often Feli was making the food you'd learned pretty quickly how to make it and were almost as fast as him now.

In no time at all, Feli was done making the pasta and was adding the finishing touches. But no matter what you said, he wasn't letting you see what he was doing. And you were beyond confused because normally he'd be showing off the design he'd made with the pasta.

"Ok, (N-Name). Sh-shut your-a eyes, per favore." You looked at him skeptically, but did as he asked. Once your eyes were shut, you felt Feli carefully set a plate down on your lap and you took a hold of it so it wouldn't fall.

"You can-a open your eyes now, bella." Your eyes slowly opened and you blinked before looking down at the plate on your lap. You gasped and almost dropped the plate.

On the plate, written in pasta, were the words Ti Amo. You looked up at Feli to see him avoiding eye contact and blushing profusely.

"D-do you mean it?" you asked, standing up and putting the plate on the table. When he nodded, you threw yourself at him in a hug.

"I love you too, Feli!" you said, giggling like a madwoman and burying your face in his neck. Feli cheered and wrapped his arms around you before twirling you around and around. He stopped spinning and gently set you on your feet so he could pull you into a kiss that tasted just like tomato sauce.

CIRL ItalyxReaderby ~bluerose269

Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Romance

So Italy's chapter is done, which means I can move on to a LtHL chapter. Veeee~ How did I manage to write a 2P!Italy story before the actual Italy?

If you haven't read the Intro, here is the link. [link]

If you go to the Intro, the links to the other countries' stories will be there. You can also check to see which countries have already been requested and add a comment with a country you'd like to see, if they haven't already been asked for. Please go to the Intro to make your requests.

Also, I have now decided to make an "offshoot series" for the sequels to these CIRL chapters. [link] There is the Intro chapter. Please make requests for sequels there.

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