Hetalia X Male Reader Oneshots: Love From Around The World

Hetalia Halloween: White Flag - Italy

You chuckled, a smile on your face as you reached into the hat. Feeling different items you finally felt something small and soft, your fingers wrapping around the mysterious object and pulled it out. You found that it was a small white flag, the faint smell of pasta with it. You knew who it was instantly.

"I got Italy." You said, holding up the Italians infamous white flag. As soon as those words left your mouth, a happy 've!~' filled the air. You were tackled into a large hug, stumbling back a bit but caught your balance. You looked down, finding a smiling Italy looking up at you. Or thought he was looking up at you, you really couldn't tell. His eyes looked closed.

"Yay!~ I gotta _____!" The Italian said happily, his grip tightening around you. He was wearing a Neko costume, a pair of auburn colored cat ears perched on his head along with a matching tail.
"Ve~! I'm glad _____ likes my flag!" He smiled sweetly before he was pulled away from you by America. He began dragging you too the closet, pushing you inside along with Italy.

"All right, you can do that when you're in the closet." When the two of you were in it, he smiled. "Remember, it'll only be seven minutes, so you better use your time wisely." He winked at you before closing the door.

You sighed, blushing from what he meant. You had had a crush on Italy for a while now, but didn't want to ruin the friendship you had with him already. You knew almost everything about him, being the representative of North Italy, what his likes and dislikes were. Nothing about this Italian was unknown to you, or so you thought.

Italy was still clinging to your arm, and as you moved to sit down, he sat down with you. You chuckled at his usual act, and took his hand to pull him off your arm. "Italy, I know you like being around me, but I don't think you need to cling this much." You said, shrugging him off of you. Italy pouted.

"Aw, _____ doesn't like me anymore..." He said sadly, his curl drooping in sadness. You felt bad, giving a loud sigh. You reached over, wrapping your arms around the Italian and pulled him in your lap.
His usual wide smile returning to his face, giving you a bone crushing hug. "Yay!~ _____ doesn't hate me!" Italy said, surprising you.

"Why do you think I hate you Italy?" You asked, looking down at Italy. You were confused, you absolutely could never hate Italy, even if you tried. And when Italy said this, it cut your heart, deep and painful like a razor.

Italy didn't answer, he just stared at the ground in shame. "Italy?" You softly called his name, hoping he would answer. He remained quiet, filling the small room with uncomfortable silence.

The silence lasted for a few minutes before Italy broke it. "D-do you like-a anyone bello?" He asked as he shifted in your loosening grip. When you didn't answer, he sighed. "I know-a that you only see-a me as a friend, but... I love you more-a that just a friend-a." He said quietly, a sad arua surrounding the Italian.

"T- ti amo _____, more than-a pasta..." Italy's voice came, soft and quiet. You remained quiet, unable to speak as you listened to Italy spill his feelings.

  "I-i love you-a _____, ever since we first-a met. I love your-a smile, your-a laugh, and j-just all of-a you! I love you so-a much!" Italy said in a frantic voice as he snuggled closer to your body. You couldn't speak, You were actually speechless for the first time in your life.

You searched your head for words and soon formed a sentence, carefully thinking it over before speaking. "I love you too Italy." You said with a proud smile, hugging the Italian tightly. Italy seemed surprised. His eyes opened, revealing the most beautiful color of amber colored eyes you've ever seen.

The hyperactive country was silent before smiling, wrapping his arms around your neck. "Ve~! Will-a you be my boyfriend then _____? I don't-a want anyone-a else to take-a you..." Italy asked as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his curl tickling your nose violently. You laughed and kissed Italy's forehead, "Si my little Italian..."

Italy seemed over joyed, his face getting a lovely blush as he kissed your jaw. You smirked, taking his chin and leaned in to kiss him. His eyes went wide at the action, but he soon closed them to enjoy the moment, kissing you back. Pulling back for air, you smiled at him, bringing him into a hug. "I love you, Feliciano..."

You ran a hand through hair, accidentally catching your fingers in his curl. You tugged his curl trying to get your fingers untangled, tugging roughly on the stray piece of hair. Italy bit his lip, trying to keep his moans from escaping his lips.

You couldn't help but notice Italy biting his lip, wondering if pulling on his curl was why he was doing it. You tugged on the piece of hair again, a soft moan leaving Italy's lips. A wide smirk grew on your face, knowing exactly what the curl did now.

You continued pulling on the curl, Italy fidgeting in your lap and pleading in Italian for you to stop. You ignored him, continuing to pull on his curl roughly. Italy suddenly grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop. Your eyes widened, his grip tight and a little painful.

Italy turned around, straddling your hips. His once sparkling amber eyes were now clouded over with lust, a shiver running down your spine. He quickly attacked your neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin near your collar bone. You moaned, tilting your head back to give him more access.

Italy smirked, moving his hands to the bottom of your shirt. Your eyes widened when his small hands raced up your shirt, feeling the taunt muscles of your chest and stomach.
"I-italy!" You whimpered, feeling him nip the sensitive part of your neck. Taking it as a sign, Italy attack it, leaving a dark purple blotch on your skin. You felt your skin become hot and your mind fuzzy...

The closet door burst open, revealing an angered Romano. "Seven minutes are up idiotas..." He grumbled before walking off, leaving the door open a bit. Italy looked at the door before back at you, a bright smile gracing his lips.

He stood up, grabbing your hands and pulling you up. He helped fix your messy costume, your mind still a little foggy from what happened before. When you were ready, you began to leave but stopped when Italy grabbed your hand. He pulled you down, giving your lips a light peck. "We-a continue this-a after the-a party..." He purred in your ear before walking past you, leaving you in the closet to your thoughts of what he was planning to do later that night.