Hetalia One-Shots [REQUESTS OPEN]

The Love of Pasta (Italy)

For my little sis, you lucky prick.

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You close the front door, shifting the bags in your arms. The scent of meat, sauce, and vegetables waft it's way to you and you smile. Today, Feliciano came by your house and the two of you talked until the small Italian offered to make lunch. And because he is such a great cook, you didn't decline and instead headed to the store for extra ingridents.

"Hmm. Smells good Feli!" You set the bags on the counter and peek over the Italian's shoulder.

"Nuh uh uh, y/n. No-a peaking." He smiles at you and turns around to block your view of the food.

"But Feli~" you whine. He just keeps on smiling and guides you to the table, setting you down slowly.

"It's almost-a done! Can you just sit here until a-then, y/n?" He gazes at you slowly and opens his hazel eyes for effect. He knows that if he opens his eyes and looks at you like he is, you can't say no. Mean trick, Feli. Mean trick.

"Fine. Fine!" You sigh in defeat and slump in the chair, crossing your arms.

"Grazie, Bella."[1] Lightly, he kisses your cheek and skips away before you can say anything. You touch the place Feli's lips had just been–however briefly–and felt your cheeks burn. You cover your face with your hands and groan internally. It's not fair. It's like Feliciano knows about your crush on him and just keeps teasing you! You know his innocence to nearly everything only worsens the situation but that's only because....well, it's Feli! Sweet and kind and innocent Feliciano. Oh God....

The next few minutes waiting on Italy and lunch, you think. About Feli. You've been crushing on the poor guys for years. You doubt he knows despite his flirty attitude sometimes. For almost seven years, you two have been friends–best friends, really. You met him on the streets of Vince one day; you were taking a day off, enjoying the nice wheather and busy market of the city. Truly, that day is your favorite even after all these years. You were crossing over a bridge to see why so many people had gathered on the other side; a small bouquet of flowers and chocolate was in your hands then, given to you by a florist who said you were absolutely beautiful. Walking across the bridge, you sigh at the thought but trip and fall over a rock. You lay there on the ground for a moment, groaning from the small pain; when you stood, your flowers were scattered a few feet ahead and you had a scrape on your knee, palms, and chin.

"Dannazione....[2]" you mumble as you dust of yourself and start to pick up the fallen flowers. But to your surprise, they were already picked up and waiting for you on a bench nearby. "Eh?" you carefully pick them up. In confusion, you look around the bridge for the person who did this for you.

"Ehi!"[3] You run over to the retreating figure (careful this time). By the time you catch him though, he's at the bottom of the bridge from the side you came from. "Aspetti." You catch him by his sleeve and turn him to you.

"Ve~" he faces you with closed eyes and small smile.

"Eri... Hai scegliere quelli fiori per me?"[4] You let go and stare at the Italian. He wears a blue jacket and white collared shirt rolled up in a very fashionable way, black jeans and Converse, he had light brown hair and an odd curl on the side of his head–weird; but all in all, the Italian looked as if he were going on a date.

"Che cosa, Bella?"[5] His voice is shy and joyful, reminding you of another friend of yours. But notheless, you blush because he called you beautiful.

"I fiori."[6]

"Sì."

"Sì..."

"I picked them up. I am sorry I left before you got up." Then, slowly, he opens his eyes. They revealed honey brown eyes, shining brightly in the afternoon light. After that incounter, you and the man became instant friends and have stayed that way ever since.

"Y/n? È lì?"[7] Once again, Feliciano brings you back from your daydream, yet still reminding you by speaking Italian.

"Yeah... Just remembering, I guess, Feli." You sit up and smile at your friend as he sets a plate in front of you. Lunch goes by kinda of quickly, the two of you making small talk yet the entire meal feels akward. Feli constantly glances at the clock and fidgets around, smiling nervously.

When the two of you are finished, you stand to take up the plates but you are stopped. Feli grabs your wrist and start you away from the table. You object and ask Feli where is he taking you, but he doesn't say. He takes you outside where the sun is setting (did I mention you had a late lunch?) and he doesn't stop dragging you behind him until you are in the small garden you keep behind your house.

"Feli?" He let's go of you, facing you with open eyes. He smiles softly and takes both of your hands.

"Do you know what today is, Bella?"

"Um, Tuesday."

But he just laughs and looks down briefly. "This is the day we met. Seven years ago."

Your e/c eyes widen with the realization. Of course! How could I forget!? "Oh, I'm sorry, Feli. I for–"

The Italian shushes you and reaches behind you. He pulls something from the bush and places it in your hair. As he does this, you stare up at him in awe and admiration. "Va bene, la mia bella. Ti amo niente di meno." [8]

"M-Mi ami....?" [9] You blush heavily, hating that you are.

"Sì, ti amo, y/n." [10] The Italia wraps his hands around your waist and draws you closer to him. "Ti amo." This time, he mumbles it and seals the words with a kiss.

Ti amo

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Grazie, Bella– Thank you, beautiful

Dannazione– Damn it

Ehi– Hey

Eri... Hai scegliere quelli fiori per me– Did you pick those flowers up for me

I fiori– The flowers

È lì– You there

Va bene, la mia bella. Ti amo niente di meno– It's okay, my beautiful. I love you nothing less

Mi ami?– You love me?

Sì, ti amo– Yes, I love you

Ti amo– I love you

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