Hetalia X reader: The Accidental Global Threat

Chapter 17 - An Italian morning

A soft breeze flowing throw a window made you stir, as you laid on your side and prided your (e/c) eyes open, concentrated them on the face of Feliciano; he was in such bliss. You felt something wrapped around you; each of the brothers had an arm around your waist. You smiled softly at the sleeping Feliciano and kissed him on the forehead before you tossed over to your other side and notice that Romano was even more curled up against you; his face had a soft smile on it. You couldn't help, but you moved a stay hair from his face and then proceeded with kissing his forehead. You crawled out from in between the brothers and bed covers; sat on the end of the bed and noticed that the two were still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, except without the suit jackets, neck ties and fedoras. Flowing white curtains caught your attention from the corner of your eye; you slowly lift yourself off the corner end of the bed.

You: your bare foot touching a fedora and snickering to yourself
Hmm, boys. Don't know what a clothes rack is, eh?

You smiled and lifted the hat off the ground, placing it on your head pretending to be spy before you placed it down on the back of a chair. You continued on over to the curtains and stuck your head out a window, breathing in the fresh country air. Field after field, perfectly organised and filled with grapes, tomatoes, olives and apples blessed your eyes. You quickly pulled your head in with a foolish grin upon your face; as you slowly tippy toed towards the bedroom door, your eyes caught hold of a folded piece of white material with a letter on top. You stopped in your tracks and stared over at it for a second before you picked up the letter.

The letter: written in neat black writing and Italian

Bella ragazza, (beautiful girl)
Ecco alcuni vestiti per voi . (Here is some clothes for you)
Non posso sopportare di vedere che si indossa qualcosa che dice di appartenere a qualcuno. (I can't stand seeing you wear something that says you belong to someone)
E 'come hanno trattato come un cane ! (It's like they treated you like a dog)
Il tuo troppo bello per appartengono mai a nessuno. (Your too beautiful to ever belong to anyone)
Benvenuti in Italia bella (welcome to Italy beautiful)

~Romano

You quickly glanced down at what you were wearing, you had completely forgotten that you were wearing the tank top Gilbert gave you; however you completely agreed with Romano's letter. With out thinking you placed down the letter and pulled up the white material, underneath it you noticed a pair of brown strappy sandals that buckled up just past your ankle. You held the white material from two straps; it appeared to be a simple flowing straight white dress that would meet up to your knees and had thin spaghetti straps. You looked back over at the sleeping brothers and took this as your chance to quickly change before they awoke; once you were completely dressed you buckled up the sandals and went over to a full length mirror to view the outfit. As you looked at your reflection you almost bursted out laughing; the dress looked like a modern version of a toga and the sandals just finished off the whole look, you looked like an ancient roman. Then you had a brilliant idea; you began to comb through your (h/l) (h/c) hair with your fingers and braided it into a messy half up hairstyle. You were satisfied with your look and then proceed with quietly exiting the room.

You: whispering while closing the bedroom door
Grazie (thank you)

Once you had closed the bedroom door you began to run down the hallway, down the staircase and through the lower half of the house to the front door. A strong smell of freshly grinded coffee beans filled your nose as you ran past the kitchen, but you continued to bolt for the front door. Yanking at the brass handle and swung the door open, bolting through the doorway and onto a stone paved path leading from the front door to a gravel section were the black Ferrari was parked. You slowed down for a second to grab a better view of the vehicle, but snapped out of it and followed your pounding heart into a grape field. There you squealed our lungs out and jumped around in circles yelling something about finally making it to Italy. After you ran out of squeals you began to 'inspect' the grapes, then the apple trees, olives and finally the tomatoes. You were rather full from tasting the homegrown goods, so you picked a big fresh tomato and laid down on a patch of green grass, taking small bites from the juicy fruit. You looked up into the bright blue sky and smiled as you took another bite from tomato. You heard someone whistling a sweet tone, so you jumped off your back and sat up; you noticed that Feliciano was approaching you with a woven basket in his hand. He was still wearing the light grey button shirt, black vest, black suit trousers and shiny black shoes. You jumped up and ran over to Feliciano with a glowing smiling on your face and a half eaten tomato in your hand.

Feliciano: hugging you with a smile on his face
Buongiorno (good morning) Bella!

You: hugging him back and smiling
Buongiorno! (Good morning)

Feliciano: braking the hug and smiling
Look a~like a~you a~found a~the a~tomatoes a! Do you a~like a?

You: grinning at the half eaten tomato
It's amazing! Most juicy tomato I have ever eaten!

Feliciano:
Si! Fratello (brother) works a~very hard a~on a~them a!
Bella, Romano wants a~to a~take you a~to a~town a. I a~will be a~cooking very special a~dinner today a~and a~it a~takes all day a.

You nodded your head and ran over back towards the house. As you entered you saw Romano holding two mugs of coffee, you kissed him on the cheek as he handed you one. He was dressed the same way as Feliciano, except with a white button up shirt.

Romano: slightly blushing
Buongiorno (good morning) Bella!
Looks a~like a~the dress a~fits you a~well a.

You: sipping from the mug
Si! Grazie (thank you)

Romano: putting down his mug and picking up car keys
Vuoi andare in città ? (Do you want to go into town)

You gently put down your mug and yanked Romano's hand, dragging him around the kitchen counter with a massive grin on you face.

Romano: trying to find his feet
Avresti potuto semplicemente risposto verbalmente . (You could have simply answered verbally)

You: pulling him by the hand towards the door with a cheeky smile drawn on your face
Meno chiacchiere , più Ferrari ! (Less talk, more Ferrari) Spostarlo pomodoro ragazzo ! (Move it tomato boy)

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This is fantastic, your back with the Italians, have a sweet ride and all the tomatoes anyone could wish for! It would be a shame is something were to happen..... *Evil laugh*..... Er, I mean, um... Yogurt? Yeah...

Thank you for reading, it means so much to know that people actually spend some of their life reading my little stories. THANK YOU!

~BlueTimeFly
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