2p!fem!Romano x reader
Jesus. Can you stop acting like your famous. No body even cares about you.
You angrily walked behind Angela as she used her hand tot fan herself.
And stop acting like your some fashion expert. Outfit equals not on point.
"Oooo, _________. Let's go to (REALLY FREAKING EXPENSIVE STORE.)" Angela suggested.
"Or we could go to hot topic....?" You could practically sense how much she wanted to smack you.
"No bitch. Let's go." She forcefully dragged you over to the store, which you liked to call "Forever 81" because all they sell is cheetah print and floral- not the cool type of floral, the type of floral an old woman would have as a pattern on her curtains.
Angela grabbed a few blouses and tight skirts and went over to the changing room. She opened the door again and showed you the new outfit.
"What do you think?" She did various poses.
"I think it looks exactly like all your other outfits." You sighed.
"You don't have respect for true fashion." Angela rolled her eyes and changed back.
"Huh? Why don't you change back." You looked at her confused when she walked back out.
"Yea yea, very funny, all my outfits look the same." Angela rolled her eyes and pulled you out of the store.
Oh. She really did change?
"Well. At least they all look great on you, right?" You reasoned.
"They do, don't they?... Hey. __________?" Angela slowed down once you got out of the store and you almost tripped over her.
"Yea?..." You were kind of scared of what she was gonna ask you.
"Do you wanna see how great they look off?~"
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