Colors (N.Italy X Reader)

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     Hi! I am (F/N) (L/N) and I am a graffiti artist in Italy. More specifically, North Italy. While others are eating pasta 'Lady And The Tramp' style, I am creating art. I absolutely love watching people gawk at my art. It makes me want to branch out in more styles. I was in the middle of painting a small child with a large hammer, about to knock down the building, when I got tapped on the shoulder. "What are you-a doing?" an attractive man asks. I try to run away, but he grabs my wrist. "I won't tell! I swear!" he says, smiling. I don't reply. I continue to do my work. "It looks great." the man says. I give him a thumbs up. "Are you going to talk?" I sigh in defeat. "Hi." I say. Oh crap. My voice cracked. "What's your name?" He just won't leave me alone, will he? "Call me Blurryface." I say, referencing my favorite song. "Well, Blurryface, my name is Italy!" he replies cheerfully. "Y-your a NATION?" I almost scream out. I've heard that there are many of these people that are also Nations. "Shh. Not so loud!" he puts his finger to my bandana. "Call me Feliciano." he says. "I don't believe you are a nation." I cross my arms. "Go to our next world conference! I was just on my way!" he throws up his hands. "Okay." I bring my pepper spray in case he tries to do something. "What is your real name?" he finally asks. "I don't like it." I reply. "Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" he chants over and over again. "Fine! My name is (Y/N)." I cross my arms again. 

     We get to a gigantic building. I gawk at it like others gawk at my work. We walk in. I see many other people there. "Woah!" I say. "The conference is in this room." Feliciano leads me into a room with many other people. "Who is she?!" a German asks Feliciano. The Italian gets scared and whimpers, so I stick up for him. I cough. "Excuse me. I would like to say that I'm just here to visit and make sure that this lovely Italian is not lying about being a nation. Maybe you should stop yelling all of the time. I won't interrupt, I promise. I will just listen to music and that is about it." I give the German a death glare and smile. "Just like Russia." the German mumbles. "Thank you! That is one of my favorite countries." I reply. "I-I'm one of your favorites?" a Russian man walks up to me. "Yep!" I nod, going into the room. There I hear many accents. The Brit and the French man are arguing over hair, and the American is drawing a robot horribly. "Yo dude! What's with the handkerchief?!" the American asks, obnoxiously. "First of all, it is a bandana to hide my identity. Second of all, why do you care again?" I reply. "Woah, chill out! It was a joke." the American says. I shake my head and sit down.

    They talked about country stuff and argued a lot. I get a text from my partner-in-crime. 

Lewis: Where are you? We have to finish our big project today.

Me: I'm coming.

I get up to walk out. "Where are you going?" the German asks. "I'm going to finish an art project!" I exclaim. "You will have to wait. You can't leave the conference until it ends. It was your choice to come here." he replies. I sigh. I pull out my phone.

Me: Sorry, Lew. Stuck in a meeting with people screaming at each other.

Lewis: Oh, okay :( How about tomorrow?

Me: Sure.

"What are you doing tomorrow with Lewis?" Feliciano practically screams. "HonHonHon~" the French man laughs. I blush madly. "Finishing our graff-art project." I reply, smiling like a dork. "He really is going to paint it white." the Frenchie says. I give up and decide to play along. "Yep, and I will enjoy it." I wink and cringe underneath my bandana. Everyone laughs. "Since there is nothing else to talk about, this meeting is closed, I suppose." The German says. After the meeting I get introduced to everyone. My phone goes off. 'In my right hand is a white flag. In my left hand is PASTAAA' I instantly turn it off, embarrased. England laughs. "Don't worry about him. Come to my house with us! Alcohol is free!" he exclaims. "Do you have any wine? Vodka?" I ask, my Italian and Russian side showing a bit. "You bet!" he replies, taking my arm. I instantly get held back by someone. "I'm holding her hand." Italy says. "He has the hots for her!" France states. "Go suck a frog." I reply. "Come on!" Italy walks with me to Ireland's house. Tonight is going to be crazy.