Hetalia x Reader

Reader x Romano: Idiota Ragazza

Ahhh, it was finally Friday. 

Friday meant spending time with your favorite Italian, Feli! Yeah... not Romano. Romano was a butt to you. He knew it too! He probably just did it to get on your nerves, but whatever. 

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You walked along the highway, remembering the pathway to the cheeky Italian's house. As you reached the house, you saw a brunette exiting the house screaming multiple vanities that he could think of. You sighed, waving to the Italian, as he grunted back as he passed you. 

"Jerk..." You whispered as he passed you. He turned back, hearing your small comment, and growled. 

"What the hell-a did you-a say ragazza?!" He said in his slightly cute Italian accent.

You squeaked and quickly ran towards Feli, scared that Romano would would continue to cuss you out. 

As you approach Feli, he smiled his giant grin, of course, and kissed you on both cheeks. You've gotten used to it, but whenever Lovi did it, you couldn't help but squeal. 

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Feli and you watched a movie, and talked about random things, like why potatoes are okay, if Seborga should stay an independent country, or if Romano would ever like you. You talked and talked until you heard the door slam and loud thumping in the hallway coming towards you. 

"Stupid-a tomato bastard-a!" You heard Lovino shout as he passed you. No eye contact was made at all, as you learned it is best not to stare at an angry southern Italian. You saw a small, little package in his right hand but you decided to let him be. Quickly, you went back to your seat, and decided to ask Feli a few questions.

"Okay, ragazza. Ask-a away!" Feli was always like this, the complete opposite of his brother, slightly.

"How is your stay in America? Have you traveled anywhere else?" You knew that Feli and Lovi both moved to America to help make things easier with communication with Alfred. A lot of your friends from different countries moved to apartments in America for this same reason too. 

"It-a really fun bella! Alfred has taken-a all of us-a on tours and cool-a things!" You smiled at his answer, seeing that the cheeky Italian felt at home at least a little bit. He did choose to live in Little Italy in New York. 

Just as you were about to ask him another question, Lovi stormed out of the room, picked you up, and placed you on his shoulder. You tried to struggle, but knew he would probably drop you if you did. As he walked out of the house with you on his shoulder, you, and your (h/c) hair bounced with every movement he made. You just laid there in hopes that this would be over quickly. 

Lovi stopped, dropped you on the floor, and smiled. Not like a "I'm going to kill you, so you better scream now" smile, but a genuine Italian cheeky smile. You looked up at him, not sure what to do, and smiled back with an awkward laugh. You looked around to see he had taken you to the streets of Little Italy. It was beautiful how the lights of the buildings matched the lights of the stars at night. Oh, that's right, it was night time. He lifted you off the ground, this time dropping you once you got on your feet, and pulled you towards a restaurant named, "II Buco." Lovi, surprisingly opened the door for you, and as you walked in, your nose was greeted by a wonderful aroma of delicious Italian food. 

"Nome?" The waiter asked Lovi, and he replied Lovino. You were walked to your table, which was a booth (I love booths), and sat down. You just stared at Lovi, wondering what the hell was going on. He just stared at you, seemingly pissed that you were staring at him at not at the menu. 

"What-a the hell-a is it-a now, ragazza?" He asked you. You looked dumbfounded, but replied, "Why?"

"Why-a not?" He replied, smirking, being the smart-ass he was. He grabbed your hand, and you held in your breath.

"(y/n), I know-a I haven't-a been the best-a person when I'm around you, but I just wanted to tell you," You waited inpatiently for him to say those five words: I. Love. You. Idiota. Ragazza. You started to mouth the words still waiting for him to say it. 

"buy something under $20? That-a would be something-a nice for you-a to do." You just stared at him and thought, WTF! Why! UGH!

Lovi smiled, released your hand and pulled you close. Again, you held in your breath, hoping for something romantic. You could see the slightest blush on his face, and smiled to yourself. 

"Ti amo, idiota ragazza..." He whispered before pulling you in for a small kiss. After he let go of you, you could see the full blush on his face, and giggled to yourself. 

"Oh, also-a idiota ragazza, you got a package from the stupido tomato bastard." He said, but you thought you heard a growl in his voice. 

You couldn't help but ask, "Who?" 

He growled again and said, "Antonio! You-a know, the guy from Espana!" A huge realization hit you as a long oh left your mouth. Lovino growled and said," Oh-a, now you realize!" 

"Heh. Heh. Heh. Yeah... Ha, thaat Antonio..." You shyly rubbed the back of your neck, and awkwardly grinned. 

Lovi sighed and took your hand again. "Don't-a ever go near that-a tomato bastard-a again." And he kissed your hand.

BTW: The food you ate was delicious... ;)