Hetalia x Male!Reader

Italy x Male!Reader - Café Lovers!

Request for... @Nerdy_Kokoro_Otaku !!

When was this requested? ...Mid July? Oh well, at least it's here now... ;; Sorry you had to wait so long!

I hope you like it!

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"Fratello, would you please pay attention?"

His brother's words snapped Feliciano back to reality, blinking and smiling innocently. "Ve, sorry." He apologised, "I just keep seeing so many beautiful people around here. You understand, don't you?"

Lovino's eyes narrowed and he frowned. "Are you serious? Some people might not like you ogling them, have you ever considered that?"

Feliciano blinked, deciding what his brother had said was true, and blushed a little, head hanging in shame. "Okay, okay, sorry. I won't do it anymore." He said sincerely.

He looked back up from his coffee, and he saw... The one. The love of his life. He couldn't just look at him; Feliciano gasped, knowing he needed something more from this boy. He stood up, chair almost clattering to the floor behind him.

"Wait, wait wait!" He cried, hurrying over to him. He ignored the irritated huff from Lovino, because this boy was- well... perfect. He absolutely had to catch him.

He was stooped to the ground, playing with a stray cat, and Feliciano beamed. There- that was already something they had in common, since Feliciano loved cats.

The boy turned around, looking up quizzically, and Feliciano breathed in in anticipation, turning on his brightest smile.

"Ciao Bello," he said curl bouncing as he spoke. "You're so lovely. Won't you come sit with me a while?"

"...Ciao," He said slowly. "Er, are you sure? Wouldn't you rather talk to a girl, or..."

"No, no!" Feliciano said, reaching down and grabbing the boy's hands. "Tell me your name, bello, I bet it's just as gorgeous as your face."

"...Va bene," He said. "Okay. I'm _____. How about you?"

"_____... _____. I knew it," Feliciano said. "It's just as gorgeous as you are."

_____ looked shocked, glancing at his hands where Feliciano was holding them tightly, and Feliciano swore there was a blush forming on his face.

"Fratello!" Lovino yelled, "Stop hitting on guys and get back here! We have to go!"

Feliciano gasped, then pouted, and turned back. He reached down to kiss _____ on the hand. "I'll give you my number," he said, and he pulled out a pen and wrote it on the boy's arm.

"Call me, bello," he crooned, waving as he ran back to Lovino.

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You watched as his back receded, staring at the stray curl bouncing on the side of his head. That boy was a whirlwind, and testament to this was the fact that the name and number scrawled across your arm had been written in less than four seconds, making it barely legible.

Feliciano Vargas. 000-0000-0000.

You pulled out your phone to enter the new contact, a smile playing on your lips.

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Feliciano sighed.

He was hanging upside-down off his sofa, staring at his phone. He had really been hoping that _____ would call him, or at least text him, but it had been days since they'd met outside that café. It was starting to seem like it wasn't meant to be.