A/N
You all probably hate me, but that's fine. Honestly I think there are going to be about two more chapters until I give this story the quits. Don't worry I'll try to make the ending as best as I can because it is what you all deserve. I'm actually quite ashamed of myself for not giving you my 100% in writing this story but alas Hetalia is loosing interest to me. I might use this story in my hetalia one-shots. It just depends. If you have any comments or suggestions just ask. Some authors don't do this but I do take suggestions and if you want any X reader hetalia related or not I'll be glad to write one for you, but just so you know I DO NOT do Lemons or limes. But I'm fine with any boy x boy or girl x girl situations. If you need to know why I will be ending this story soon it is just because I lack the confidence in my writing skills. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for those that commented tomato on the last chapter you all honestly made me cry.
Nikki
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"Antonio was pleasant." Your gaze was met by Lovino's glare as you walked beside him.
"Don't let that bastardo fool you! Idiota." You weren't quite sure why Lovino was so against Antonio but it seemed he didn't want to talk of him so you changed the subject.
"Lovi. The weather is nice, would you like to go on a picnic?" He glanced wairly at you his brows furrowed.
"What ever. Idiota." You smiled, Lovino was nice even though it would appear that he was spiteful and rude to you on the outside.
You inhaled the smell of the flowers, enjoying the breeze as you set the food on the blanket. "Lovi I made you a crown." Smiling at him you placed the thin weaved circlet of flowers on his head carefully avoiding his curl.
"Why are you so nice to me ragazza?" A blush was apparent on his cheeks as he looked away from you. "You know we met once before." Your eyes were closed serenely, the breeze brushing past you as the two of you sat in the field of flowers overlooking farms and forests. "What do you mean?" You opened your eyes to look at the Italian "If reincarnation is real, I think we met in a past life." You leaned forward your lips brushing against his. "It sounds cliché but I've fallen in love." His cheeks flamed burning brighter than the tomatoes in the market. "I-Idiota!" Getting up the Italian left you sitting alone in a field of flowers and a broken flower crown.
