Hetalia one-shots

Italy - Let's boil hot water

(Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or grammar errors I tried and also the song isn't mine)

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon, the sun, as usual was high in the sky with birds flying in the air soaking in the rays of heat. Moving to Italy had been the best decision of your life, everyone here was kind and there was always something to do. Today you stayed at home but had all of your windows open allowing a cool fresh breeze to blow through. Recently cooking became something you enjoyed greatly and so you decided to buy a few cook books. Your goal was to make every recipe in the books you had gotten. For todays dish it was pasta making, it shouldn't be to hard right? You asked yourself but then noticed you had to hand make the pasta. Dread washed over you but was soon replaced with enthusiasm. "I can do it!" you cheered yourself before tying the apron around your waist and getting to work.

-Time Skip-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP the fire alarm sounded again for what you were sure was the 500th time today. So hand making pasta wasn't exactly your best ability. This was now the 23r try in getting the perfect pasta but for some reason every trial was a fail. You were about to call it quits when the doorbell rang "who could that be?". You wiped your hands before making your way though the messy kitchen and towards the front door. Upon opening you were met with a familiar smiling Italian "hello-a bella" Italy greeted making you smile. "Hello Italy, what brings you here today?" you moved out of the way allowing him to step into the house. "You weren't-a answering your-a phone so I-a cam to check on-a you ~ve~" he explained as he moved into the kitchen. "Bella! What-a happened in here?" shock laced his voice and for a smidge of a second his eyes opened a bit but went back to being shut. You sighed and hung your head in shame "I was trying to make pasta and-" "pasta!" the Italian screamed with joy. You couldn't help but laugh "yes pasta, but as you can see, I'm not very good at it" you sighed. "I can-a help you bella" Italy offered smiling softly. Your eyes widened your head shook side to side, your (H/L) hair flying with each twist. "Oh no Italy, I can't possibly ask you to do such a thing" you said "~ve~ it's-a nothing (Y/N) I want to-a help". This was just like Italy to always try and help a friend, it was one of the traits that lead you to falling in love with the Italian. Yes you had fallen for your friend, you had met him on your third day of having moved in. He had seen you in the streets having a bit of trouble understanding what the vender was saying and stepped in to help. You thanked him and tried to repay him but he only shook his head smiling and told you he wanted to be friend. Of course you took the chance and you hadn't regretted it since. "Alright, you can help me" you laughed light as he began to scream with joy. "Let's-a clean up first-a ok?" cleaning didn't take as long as you had thought but the sun had gone down more. You plugged in the lights that hung around your house but left the windows open since there was still a breeze. "Alright now we-a need some music" Italy turned to the small raido you had sitting on your counter and turned the dial. Soft music began to fill the air with a rhythm that made you want to dance, it brought a smile to your face. "Cooking pasta is-a like art, you have to be gentle and steady" he explained as he began making the dough. While he worked on that you worked on making the sauce which still tasted a bit bland to you. "Italy can you help me with this?" you asked "sure-a thing bella" he moved to your side. You held up the wooden spoon to his lips allowing him to taste it "hmm I-a think it needs a bit of garlic". The Italian cut a few garlics and tossed them into the pot before allowing you to stir it once more. The music on the radio changed to a song you were both familiar with. (The song is Italy's song let's boil hot water sorry since I can't put the link in)

 "Amo la pasta, si vede!

Non riesci a capire quello che sto dicendo?

Ma voglio dirlo ancora e ancora

Solo perche l'amo davvero!

Il mondo e fatto di

Perziosa farina ed acqua!

Quando quardo su verso il cielo vuoto, vedo maccheroni fluttiare lievemente

Lafelicita dell'assaporarne lentamente il sapore.

Dai, facciamo bollire l'acqua calda!"

Italy grabbed your hand and twirled you around as you both danced to the beat of the song. You couldn't help but laugh enjoying the moment with Italy, even if he was unaware of your feelings for him. As long as you were able to be there for him then you didn't care whether or not he knew.

"Sono un po' stanco, mi rilasserò mangiando della pasta~"

You swayed your hips as you danced in front of the stove with Italy behind you who made sure the dough was ok before dragging you back into dancing. It was amazing how one man could make you feel like the only girl in the world.

"La fonte della mia energia

Semola 100%

Se non mi sento bene, non me ne preoccupo

Domani mi carichero al 200%!

Uno scarola di pomodori fatata )"Wha! Sono una scarola di pomodori fatata!!!")

Trasformera quelle lacrime in un sugo!

Quando smette di piovere vado a trovare il mio amico, e accumulo ricordi con I ravioli

Da temp voglio vedere il tuo volto sorridente...

Dai, facciamo bollire l'acqua calda!

Quando noi die guradiamo il cielo, vediamo le stelline luccicare nel cielo notturno

Circonda la stella perfetta...

Dai, facciamo bollire l'acqua calda"

By now the pasta dough was done and was now being boiled in water while the sauce simmered. Italy danced around the kitchen while you watched with a wide smile. He began to make his way over to you and grabbed your hand pulling you to his chest. He turned you around so that your arms were crossed over your chest holding his hands as you both swayed. A blush formed on your cheeks and you were thankful he couldn't see.

"Pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta

Pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta

Pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta... yei!"

The song ended just in time for the pasta to be finished and served. You both looked at each other and grinned "shall we eat?" you asked him. "Si! Pasta!" he cheered before sitting down and began inhaling his food. You laughed before sitting down and ate your own plate of pasta "thank you for helping me Italy". Said Italian looked up at you and smiled "it was-a no problem bella I'm-a just glad that i-a got to spend-a time with you". The blush returned to your cheeks but you ignored it before noticing pasta sauce on Italy's chin making you laugh. "You have pasta on your face" you leaned over and carefully wiped the sauce away. You soon froze as you realized how close you were to his face making you back away quickly. "S-sorry I didn't realize how close I got" you stuttered an apology but Italy only laughed and pulled you into his lap. "It's ok bella I have-a been meaning to tell you for-a while now that I-a like you". Your eyes widened in shock at his words "y-you like me?" you questioned again. "Si bella" Italy confirmed "do you-a like me back?" he asked, worry etched into his voice. "Of course I like you" you confessed making him smile wide. For the first time since you had met Italy he opened his eyes and looked into yours. "Will you be min-a (Y/N)?" he asked, you found it a bit hard to speak as you stared at his beautiful eyes. Finally your voice came back to you "yes I will be yours" you agreed, as your sentence ended Italy's lips fell upon yours. You blushed but kissed him back enjoying the sweet moment.