Hetalia One-Shots

N.Italy x Reader- Weird Little Habbits

"Ve~ You're-a so cute when you-a do that, ______!"

I pout and looked away from the cute Italian, trying to hide my blush while struggling to keep it at bay. 'He's making fun of me. But I love it when he does that. UGH. Why am I so weird?'

"Hehe, I'm gonna do it again bella~"

"N-No! Don't it's embarassing Ital--"

I was cut off when I felt sand pour out from Italy's hands and onto my sensitive skin. I shuddered and closed my eyes.
'Damn.'

Well, to tell the truth, I'm a girl with weird.. 'Habits'. If you're kind enough to call it a 'habit'. You might say that "NAW, I MUST BE WEIRDER THAN YEW~"

Think again. Here is a list of my weirdest 'habits'. I listed only 5 out of 50.

1) Everytime I spot someone yawning, I start biting my nails.

2) After eating, I always have an urge to curl my toes.

3) I always start my laughs with a snicker, and end it with a snort.

4) When someone tickles me, I chirp. YES, chirp.

5) When someone pours sand over my legs and feet, I shudder and shut my eyes tightly.

Yeah. And guess who makes me do those 5 things in public? No other than the cute, pasta-loving boy, Feliciano. He always yawns in front of me. Always shoves pasta in my mouth. Always makes me laugh. Always tickles me. And right now, we're at the beach. What does he do? Pour sand over my legs. He embarrasses me when he does all that in public.

He's annoying.

But guess what? That's why I like him.

Feliciano giggled as I open my eyes. I pouted even more than I did at first and he giggled even louder.

"Oh bella, you're so cute!" He smiles as he pinches my cheek. I sighed.

"Please, stop it Feli.. It's sorta embarrassing in public!"

"Aww, okay bella!" He laughed as he laid down on his beach towel (A/N: I don't know what it's called. The thing people lay down on at the beach.).

"Thank you." I laid down on my beach towel too. Closing my eyes, I let the shade of my umbrella cool my warm body down. As time passed by, I felt drowsier and drowsier. Then I let my drowsiness take over me.

I woke up to soft "ve"-ing and the smell of pasta. I open my eyes and saw Italy on top of me. My face glowed red.

"I-ITALY?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

".. Sorry, bella!" He smiled as he poured sand on my feet and legs. It made me stiffen and close my eyes. Imagine my surprise when I felt a finger lift my chin up, and felt soft lips land on mine.

"Mffehly? (Italy)" I muffledly tried to say. I felt him pull away from me. I saw that his face was as red as the tomatoes used for his pasta sauce.

"T-Ti amo, bella.." He stuttered.

I look at him with shocked eyes, but then softened my gaze. "I love you too Italy." I whisper before giving him a small peck on the lips.