Fictional Character X Reader Oneshots

Fem!Italy x Germany.

Ok. This is just some little idea in my head and I prefer to write in the female PoV cos I am female. Don't hate me for it haha.

"There, leave that for an hour or two and that'll be rested and ready to roll and cook." I mumble to myself as I place the freshly made pasta dough into the fridge. Not hard to guess what I'm making for Germany and I tonight. I considered gnocchi because it's literally potato pasta but I'll save that for a special occasion. Maybe Germany's birthday.
I was just taking off my apron when I heard the door shut and a pair of heavy boots kicked off and then placed on the shoe wrack. "Ah. Germany. How was that big meeting?"
"You should've been there Italy and you know that." His voice was agitated.
"But I had to make the pasta."
"Your pasta could wait! I wanted you there with me. My ally. My friend. My Italy."
"...Holy Rome once called me his Italy. Then he left. Promised he'd come back." I spoke with my head down.
"I'm sure he thought of you frequently. No one could ever forget someone like you Italy." His voice was soft. Calming. It now seemed even more familiar to me than just the Germany I saw and heard every day. It was something deeper. Before I could answer he rose from his seat and walked away to his room.
"O-oh. Okay. I-I'll just make the pasta then.." I called up after him.
I walked back into the kitchen and began to prepare for dinner. I had just about finished when I heard a knock on the kitchen door. "Entrare." I spoke putting away what I had washed up. The door opened then clicked shut. I turned around and my heart stopped. There he was. Black cloak and hat and that innocent look on his face. "H-Ho-Holy Rome.."
"Yes." The deep voice of my German companion rang through my ears snapping me from the complete daze I was in. "I knew I had to tell you some day. I left to build my empire but was defeated. Prussia found me, helped me, gave me a new name. And I found you. You looked so much like a girl I used to love."
"My Holy Rome. You did come back to me. Years I spent thinking you died or forgot about me." I cried.
"No Italy. My little Italy. I could never forget you. I loved you. When I found out that you and the girl I loved were one and the same I knew one day I had to show you that I was once the Holy Roman Empire." Gently he wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"Oh Holy Rome!" I threw myself into his arms, burying my head into his strong chest. "I missed you so much. I love you, ti amo ti amo ti amo Holy Rome!!" He gently wrapped his arms around me.
"Ich liebe dich auch Italy."
"Please don't leave me again Germany." I spoke looking up into his bright blue eyes.
"Never. I'll never leave you ever again Italy." He spoke softly, caressing my cheek with one of his large but gentle hands. I stood up on my tip toes to attempt to reach his height. His hands fell to my waist, pulling me closer, his head bowed to close the gap between us. I couldn't take my eyes off his, we stood in this embrace for only seconds but it felt like ages, until he easily lifted me the last few inches, placing his lips on mine. This wasn't like the Germany I knew he was shy when it came to things like this but I don't care. My Germany is my Holy Rome. I have my Holy Rome back, in fact I never really lost him, he's been here all along.
We slowly parted and looked into each other's eyes.
"Ti amo. Germany."
"Ich liebe dich Italy. I'll never leave you alone again. That's a promise."