Hetalia X Reader Collection

Damn Lemonade Stand (Romano X Reader)

“Hey Lovi…?”

“Che cosa? And don’t call me that, dammit!” 

“Whatever. Have you ever wondered where the metaphor ‘when life gives you lemons, make lemonade’ comes from?” You rolled over and hung off of the edge of the couch, looking at your Italian friend. He looked quite peculiar with that scowl on his face. Albeit you were gazing at him upside-down, due to your awkward position….but still. 

“Where the fuck did that come from?” 

“Just answer the question!”

He looked at your exasperated expression for a moment, then rolled his honey-coloured eyes and said, “No, ragazza, I haven’t, because I’m not a complete idiot. Who has enough time on their hands to be wondering stupido things like that?” 

“Me,” you replied promptly, and Lovino groaned. 

“Well, you’re….you.” Lovino scowled at your smirk and stood from the couch. He stretched, and the edge of his shirt was lifted up as he extended his arms above his head. You couldn’t help but stare as his abs were exposed. He dropped his arms after a minute and you quickly moved your gaze up to his face, cheeks slightly pink. He frowned at you before turning around and heading toward the kitchen. 

“Hey! Where’re you going?” You whined, quickly rolling off the couch to stare at Lovino with puppy dog eyes. 

“To the kitchen, idiota,” Lovino muttered as you latched onto his arm. His face flushed a little and he snapped, “Let go of me, ragazza!”

“Well, since you’re going to the kitchen….we should make something!” You suggested, eyes shining. “Like lemonade! Life delivered me lemons today, and I intend to use them!”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means Antonio dropped off some lemons and tomatoes he had grown in his garden at home on my porch! He even left a little note! He’s so sweet~” You cooed, making your way over to the counter once you and Lovino had entered the kitchen. You missed the slightly disgruntled look on Lovino’s face when you mentioned Antonio, your back to him as you reached for the cute white basket full of lemons and tomatoes sitting on the counter. Pulling it to you, you grinned and seized one of the plump tomatoes in one hand, and a tart lemon in the other. You waved them in Lovino’s face, beaming. “Toni brought me all of these! Isn’t he the nicest guy ever? They’re fresh and homegrown and….perfect!”

Lovino frowned and crossed his arms. “Just because the tomato bastard grew them and brought them to you doesn’t mean he’s so ‘sweet’ and ‘nice’ dammit!” He made a face and mumbled, “Stupid bastard isn’t even that good at growing plants and shit….” 

You rolled your eyes. “Lighten up, Lovi~” You pinched his cheek and giggled at the look on his face, then walked over to the cabinet. You pulled out a large glass pitcher and set it gently on the counter, then took out a large spoon from the kitchen drawers. “Be a dear and grab the sugar, would you?” You gestured toward the pantry and stuck out your bottom lip. 

Grumbling, the Italian obeyed your wish and removed the desired items from the shelves. He dropped them onto the counter beside the basket of fruit and the glass pitcher, then asked, “What the hell are we doing?” 

“Didn’t I just say? We’re making lemonade!” You replied, smiling happily. As you did so, you turned the handle of the sink and filled the pitcher up to the two liter measurement line. Then you skipped back over to the counter and said, “You wanna help me, Lovi? Please?”

“No,” he responded flatly. “I’m not making anything using fruit that the tomato bastardo grew.”

“C’mon, Lovi!” You wheedled, “I wanna make lemonade with my best guy friend in the entire world!”