Seven minutes in Hetalia Heaven

Romano x Reader

WARNINGS: Romano grammar (aka swears...a lot)
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You reach your hand into the hat, not knowing who you're going to get. Suddenly, a small pain hits your fingertip, so you pull it out carefully. In your hand is a small piece of paper with four simple letters on it, "FUCK". So, you say the word out into the room, in mid sentence,
"Who the fuck wrote this?" You ask, showing the piece of paper. Then you hear a voice with a distinct accent come from the back of the room.
"Who the fuck do you think, bella?" A half naked Romano says as he stomps up to the front where you are holding his piece of paper. With no manners whatsoever, he practically shoves you into the closet, mumbling Italian swears underneath his breath. Alfred starts the timer as you make it to the closet, and the second the door shuts, you turn the Italian man toward you, and introduce your hand to the side of his face with a satisfying 'smack'.
"WTF was that for?" He asked as he started rubbing his cheek.
"You have treated me like a dead chopped squid ever since I came here. Why? What is so wrong with me that makes you hate me? Yeah, I know I'm not perfect but you coukd at least have the dec-" he interrupts your rant with a kiss, and pushing you against the wall of the closet, catching you completely off guard. It takes a minute, or so, but eventually you close your eyes and enjoy the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck. But you soon realize that he interrupted you rant, and push him away. "Oh, so you think you can just give me a kiss as everything would be okay?"
"Yes, no, yes, no? You're-a confusing me, _____. What do you-a want from me? If you want an apol-" for no reason whatsoever, you interrupt him with a kiss, which he returns immediately as if he were expecting it. As if automatically, your hands run through his hair, running closer to his curl, tempting you. You break from the kiss to look at his face as you pull his curl. His face contorts to a different kind of smile and his eyes full of need...for you of course. "You shouldn't have fucking done that bella." He says as his mouth goes to your neck, and starts biting, in some cases drawing blood and making you shiver. He grabs your hips and pulls them to himself forcing your bare stomachs to smash together, sending shock waves of pleasure through your system and making you moan.
Again, you give his curl a real nice tug, and everything is a blur. By the time you realize what's going on, you're both on the floor, your shorts thrown somewhere and your bikini untied, showing a little of your chest. But the scene is broken up by Alfred grabbing Lovi and yelling at him for being a pervert and following in Spain's footsteps. During the commotion, you tied up your bikini, found your shorts, grabbed Lovi, and ran outside, dragging him.
"Where are you fucking taking me?"
"My house, you got a problem with that, Lovi?" You say as you hop on your motorcycle, and rev the engine, you look at him, and a devilish smirks goes onto his face. You start the bike, and wheelie away...leaving the party people in shock.
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Sorry it took me a while, it was hard for Lovi

~henry~