That curl...why in the world was it so facinating to you? You watched it from your seat across the table. Up...down...up...down.
"Earth to (Y/N)! (Y/N)!"
You blinked as a hand moved in front of your face, and you turned to face the grinning American.
"Dude, you okay?" he asked. "You spaced out for a moment there!"
You nodded and averted your attention back to the grinning Italian. "Yeah..."
It wasn't like any of the ahoges you'd ever seen. It resembled Veneciano's but it was all bent and crooked, like someone had put it through a scrimper.
"Hey! Seborga!" you yelled, once the countries of the world meeting were dismissed. "Long time no see!"
"Ah, (Y/N)!" he replied and followed you out of the room.
Once outside you found a bench and sat on it, Seborga taking a seat next to you.
"How'd you get in?"
"Italy wanted me to come for some reason, bella," he replied, a grin on his face.
The next question seemed random--to him--but it made perfect sense to you, "E-Er, why is your hair curl all...bent?"
He replied easily, "It symbolizes the terrain around my land, which is rather rough and bumpy."
"May I touch it?"
He reddened immediately. "I-It...er...I mean...I..."
Not hearing an answer, you touched it gently.
"Uh-oh, (Y/N)'s done it. Run Romano!"you heard Italy Veneciano yell and you watched the two Italian brothers run away at top speed.
Confused you turned back the one Italian remaining. His eyes were closed and his face red, as if he was struggling to hold something back. You touched his curl again an--
You were thrown to the floor, your back hitting the cement. Grimacing, you closed your eyes and felt something press against your lips. Your first kiss...from Seborga! You'd let out a fan-girl squeal if you could, but you weren't really sure why he was kissing you.
Finally, he backed up, panting, but he kept your wrists pinned down onto the ground. From the glint in his eyes, you could tell he was far from done.
He nuzzled his head in your neck, making your stomach flop. If your face wasn't red before, it would be now. Sticking his face in front of yours, he stared at you, as if sizing you up. Then, as if making a decision, he planted another kiss firmly on your lips, his curl getting stuck behind your ear. When he pulled back, his curl was rubbed again, and he attacked your face with a series of small kisses.
"S-Se...bor...ga..." you managed to mumble out.
He stumbled off you quickly. "S-Sorry, bella! I-It's j-just that my curl is my ero-zone a-and it didn't help that I already love you and..."
Both his face and yours grew red at his last words.
"I-I mean th-"
You cut him off with a kiss of your own, and when he kissed back you couldn't help but smile.
--~*~*~--
You and Seborga walked to Italy Veneciano's house, where he was staying for another week or so. When you opened the door, you received Veneciano's rushed reply.
"Ah! (Y/N)! You're alright! I was worried!"
When he saw yours and Seborga's hands intertwined, he looked a little surprised.
"How fortunate!" he clapped after the awkward period of silence. "Now, pasta anyone?"
You looked at Seborga, who shrugged.
"Pasta for two, please," you ordered.
