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Phantom of My Dreams. Reader POVI don't Own Phantom of the Opera or Dreamtalia
You closed your laptop and sighed, your mom made you watch Phantom of the Opera. You loved the music but the actors could use some help. your mother walked into your room.
"Lights out honey." she told you, you smiled at her.
"Goodnight mom, love you." you said covering up.
"I love you too." and with that the lights clicked off. And she left you alone. You looked at your phone.
Hey (Name), U want to hang out tonight?
You narrowed your eyes, I was from (X's Name). That guy doesn't take a hint. How many times has he wanted you to go back otu with him. Ever since you got good at drama, he has been all over you.
What an idiot. Just wants you from your looks.
Insolent boy, this slave of fashion. Basking in your glory.
Ignorant Fool!This brave young suitor. Sharing in my triumph.
"Who said that?" you asked, no answer. Who's voice was that, it sounded as if you knew it. In had a light Italian accent to it. Ma
Shh~ Sweet Dreams~ Reader POVYou felt dizzy, lightheaded and very tired. You must have hit your head on something. ((Note to self, don't stay up reading Dreamtalia. In the dark.)). You shook yourself back into your senses and looked around.
You were in a dark place, didn't feel like your home. You felt the floor below you. It was grass!? You looked around at the most familiar place. Where have you seen this before? It looks like it came out of a dream, or more so a nightmare.
You get up slowly, the pain in your head ceased to exist now. Were your dreaming again? This didn't make any sense, you just remember a sharp pain then........nothing? You looked at the tree you were resting on. The dark clouds made it look evil very sinister.
You gulped loudly, you've seen this tree before. But, not from a dream you had. But a dream that......!!
"Ciao~ Hello there." said a voice behind you. That confirmed your suspicions, this was Italy's dream. More like Shadow!Italy's nightmare! You back away slowly from the man. His pale
Italy meets Shadow!ItalyFear gazed upon the nations face as he stared at a twin of darkness. Half his face was shadows, and his arm was also the same. Only pale eye shone on the Italian's face, and the other icy blue one stared into Italy's chocolate brown.
He smiled warmly a the dreamer, gripped the butterfly in his hands. It wings were crushed and broken, it was dead. Italy stared at the thing that would kill a harmless butterfly.
The twin only smirked at his shocked face. Then slowly began to walk to him, Italy took a step back from the thing. But somehow his legs were glued in place. He could only watch the shadow come to him.
Oddly enough the closer it got, the less scared her felt. Like a pleasant dream was coming to him. He felt like he should be scared. The shadow smirked as the nation looked so helpless in front of him.
((EnOuGh PlAyInG ArOuNd, TiMe tO SlEeP.))
Italy heard in his head, it ringed out through his brain sending chills down his spine. The shadow bent down slowly to his face, Italy sized
Careful What You Wish For~(( They say human dreams are meaningless. They are nothing more then our mind listening in on things around us. Such as when you fall asleep watching a horror film, your mind makes your dreams a nightmare.))
(( Other say that we can even die in our dreams, it is almost like real life.))
(( While a few percent say that our dreams are a way for us to let go of daily events; that we don't want to think about when we enter back into the real world.))
wHaT ArE yOuR DrEaMs MaDe oF~
Italy slowly opened his eyes to the bright light of a lovely misty place. A place of his memories, a place he wants to see again. He grinned lightly as the smell of sweet flowers filled his lungs.
He looked around the fields of green grass and sky blue waters. Almost to good to be true. Then the Italian's smile flatten, he was dreaming.
Oh how he yearned to see the place he once called home. Tears stared to formed around the little boys eyes, he hated to see such a wonderful view. It reminded him of all that he on
Am I Really Evil? Reader POVI have been Writing a lot for Dreamtalia, LOL. Here is another Shadow!Italy x Reader. This one is after an art picture I saw by SakuraIchigo15 called Loneliness. I hope You all like, I Don't Own Dreamtalia!
Why must I suffer alone in this place? They say there is someone out there for everyone. I am starting to doubt that.
Why must I be stuck in a place so pretty, but without anyone? I sighed and stared at the beauty unfold in front of me. All I want is someone who understands me for me.
Why do people take me for a evil Dream Reaper? Do they every see me as a lonely person? I could feel tears try to surface in my eyes. No! I shall not cry. Right?
I couldn't try to sleep it off. No duh, I'm in a dream. I closed my eyes anyway. If I could have one wish.....
I would want someone to share this with.
Pain inflicted your body, then it
2P!Italy X Shy!Reader. How? How Did She Know?Italy was always quiet, he never talked much about himself in a personal manner. It was just him and the world, not even Germany or Japan could get close enough to him. They were just his allies, just his co-workers. He never let the barrier he put around him go un-locked.
He was angry all the time, he was never happy or sad even. It was just his pride and his angre. Just him and the rest of the world. He never did admit he was lonly. He never wanted anyone to see his weakness. Some where afride of him, he was so dark and evil. He ended up killing most women he got.
Because they never could say the one words he wanted to hear.
The meeting was supposed to be a normal one, until a girl. (Name) a new country caught his eye. She was always sitting there, alone with a dull expression. She was related to England, so that should make her like him.....right?
You sat there, always thinking about something, you never understood the other countries. Let alone your own friend, Oliver, most thought
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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