Torture (2p! Italy X Reader) (DISCONTINUED!!!)

IX - Help Me, Flavio...

Ever since Luciano stopped torturing you, he's been a different person to both you and the Axis Powers.

And, he asked you out on a date! What could go wrong? I mean, going on a date with a murderer is alright, I guess?

"Flavio, help-a me." Luciano begged as he tried to find a suit.

Flavio looked at his younger brother and smiled. "That's a new-a thing in-a you."

"Just-a shut the-a fuck up-a and help-a me!" Luciano glared at his brother.

Flavio rolled his eyes and approached his brother who was digging in his closet for a suit. "I-a guess you-a haven't changed-a a bit then-a. So, what-a kind of-a help do-a you need-a?"

"I'm-a going on-a a date with-a (y/n), and I-a can't find-a a suit to-a wear!" Luciano growled, pounding a fist on the floor. "I-a mean, I'm-a not used-a to going-a on dates-a! I've-a never been-a to one-a and I-a haven't experienced-a one! I'm-a fucked..."

Flavio rolled his eyes, flicked his scarf, and patted his brother's back. "Just-a shush and keep-a calm."

Luciano took deep breathes and sighed. "Torturing-a and killing-a made me-a forget how-a to love-a. My-a date is-a going to-a be messed-a up bullshit-a."

Flavio scoffed. "Shush! Let-a me help-a you! All-a you need-a to do-a is to-a stop being-a such a baby-a, darling~"

"Don't-a call me-a that." Luciano growled, glaring at his brother.

Flavio laughed. "Okay, so! Clothes-a and appearance-a is a must-a!"

Luciano nodded and sat on his bed.

"You-a need to-a look decent-a!" Flavio continued. "If-a you're going-a to a fancy-a and fabulous-a restaurant, don't-a wear causal-a clothes! You'd-a embarrass yourself-a and your-a date!"

"So, I-a have to-a wear a suit-a?" Luciano asked.

"If you're-a going to-a a fancy place-a, si. But a casual-a place and-a you're wearing-a a suit, absolutely-a not." Flavio shook his head, waving a finger in front of him.

Luciano nodded. "So-a, I have-a to wear-a the right-a clothes, at-a the right-a place? Okay..."

Flavio grinned proudly and nodded rapidly. "Now you-a get it-a! Now, the-a decent place-a to go-a to! Don't-a bring (y/n)-a to a bar or-a an alleyway-a with gangsters-a or somewhere-a where you-a usually go-a to."

"Uhh..."

"She's a damn-a girl! Bring-a her somewhere-a decent!"

"Uhm..."

"A restaurant-a, or a mall-a, or the movie house-a. Just, somewhere-a where she-a couldn't get-a raped or-a murdered."

"Oh..."

Flavio sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. "You-a were planning-a on bringing-a (y/n) to a bar-a...typical."

Luciano scratched the back of his neck and sighed. "I-a really don't-a know what-a to do-a..."

Luciano stood up and looked inside his closet. "And I-a don't have a suit-a. These-a are all-a army uniforms-a and casual-a clothes. I-a really am-a fucked."

He turned around and looked for his brother. "Flavio?"

Flavio was gone, he just ditched his brother, especially when he needed him the most.

"That-a stronzo just-a left me-a here..." Luciano groaned. "Asshat."

He crawled on his bed and his under his blanket. "I'm-a hopeless........hmm...this-a blanket smells-a like (y/n)-a....so beautiful-a..."

Flavio barged in the room, a white designer suit in his hands. "I've-a got it-a!!"

Luciano jumped in surprise, yelping a bit. "FLAVIO!"

Flavio giggled and stretched his arm, the suit in his hand. "I-a have got-a the perfect-a suit for-a you, fratello~"

Luciano stood up and grabbed the suit. "Wow..."

"I-a know!" Flavio almost squealed. "Its-a perfect! It-a would look-a good on-a you!"

Luciano smirked and nodded.

"Go!" Flavio insisted. "I-a want to-a see if-a it fits-a!"

Luciano rolled his eyes and went in the bathroom.

Flavio squealed silently and sat on Luciano's bed, waiting patiently as he squealed.

~

Luciano furrowed his brows and looked at his reflection in the mirror. "I-a hope she'd-a like it-a...she probably-a still hates-a me..."

He sighed and fixed his navy blue tie.

He frowned and fixed his coat. "I-a really hope-a it would-a go well-a...I don't-a want to-a fuck it-a all up-a. I don't-a want to-a make her-a feel bad-a!"

He balled up his fiats and slammed then on the sink. "I won't-a mess it-a all up-a! I'll make-a this the-a best date-a she's had-a! And I-a swear that-a on my-a soul!"

~

He went out the bathroom, his hair slicked back, a frown plastered on his face as he scratched the back of his head.

Flavio smiled and nodded. "It-a looks great-a on you-, Luciano. It-a does."

He stood up and hugged his younger brother.

"Ack!" Luciano exclaimed, squirming out of his brother's tight hugs. "Hands-a off, stronzo!!"

Flavio pulled away and laughed as he patted his brother's head. "Good-a luck to-a you and your-a date."

Luciano nodded as he balled his fists. "Grazie, Flavio."

Flavio simply winked and grinned.

Luciano stepped out of his room and stood in front of (y/n)'s spare room.

He took a deep breathe and raised a fist, about to knock on the door.