Literature
Italy x Reader: See You Again
He was there. You could feel it. The shivers, the sweats, the racing heart. It was always the same.
Though, of course, you'd never show it.
"Hello, Russia," you said, not bothering to look up from your work. Your brush skidded slightly, and you cursed, knowing you'd have to start to piece all over again.
Said man only grinned, as if oblivious to the effect he was having on you. "Hello, sunflower," he said, cheerfully. "Mind if I help myself?"
"Payment first." Even if it was Russia, you weren't taking chances with anybody.
Russia sighed, but the smile stayed on his face. "How much?" he said, his fingers lightly brushing against the small
