Seven minutes in Hetalia Heaven

Italy x Reader

WARNINGS: Incorrect Italian phrases, maybe
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After your hand reaches into the hat, it roams around the seemingly empty space, looking for something to grab. It brushes something that feels soft, squishy, and somewhat damp. You pull out the item, intrigued at what it might be. Over your hand dangles a long strand of linguine. You give it a small tug, thinking it would come out, but it keeps going, so you start to pull more.
"Feli, how long is this linguine?" you say aloud. Two hands join yours on the linguine, and help you pull.
"I don't-a know bella! Let's find out later, we a-have a closet to get to!" He grabs your hands, grinning wide, dropping the linguine, and skipping happily over to the awaiting closet. You can hear him singing 'lalalalalalala' under his breath as you reach the closet. Before closing the door, Alfie shows you the timer, and gives you a smile, knowing how big your crush on the innocent Italian is.
The door shuts and Feli brings you into a hug. You hug him back willingly and keep your head on his shoulder. Without saying a word, the two of you let your legs go weak, and you both slide down to the floor, still in a hug. You hear Feli say something but you can't hear it.
"What did you say Feli? I didn't hear you" you ask him, taking your face out of his shoulder.
"Ti amo, _____, ti amo molto." Your only response is a hot blush before his soft lips are on yours. Your reaction comes slowly because he surprised you. But your lip movements join his soon enough. As though timed perfectly, you two hear romantic music coming from outside the door, and some snickers also. You both pull away, and listen for a while, then resume kissing.
His arms, slowly, but surely, make their way up from your waist to the small of your back, making you shiver. Your hands run through his hair, and make their way to his curl, which you give a small tug. At that moment, he makes the kiss more passionate, as his hands travel back down your back, inching into the back of your shorts. You are about to tug it one more time, but the light outside blinds you both temporarily.
You both glare at who you thought was Alfred, but who is really Germany. He looks like a giant because you two are on the floor, and he's already quite tall. with one hand grabbing each of you, he slings you two over his shoulders. Your hands still holding each other behind his back.
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Ti amo - I love you
Molto - a lot

How was it? I need feedback people! I know a lot of people haven't read it yet, but still...

~henri~