Fictional Character X Reader Oneshots

Italy x Reader.

"Italy I've let myself in!" I called throughout his house. "My brother says I can stay with you tonight." He walked around the corner and into the hallway.
"Bella!! How is your brother?"
"Antisocial and feared by everyone else as normal. I really feel for him. I mean I'm known for being cold and not letting people close to me."
"Oh Mia Bella, my little husky. I love you and I have been getting to know your brother more now and he isn't as bad as people say." He spoke calling me by his pet name, he thought it was apt as I am Siberia, known for Siberian huskies. I know. I'm not a country but I'm a major part of Russia, my big and very protective brother, who at first was strongly against me and Italy being together.
"Would you like to come out with me I've seen what you Italians do but I want to show you how we Braginski's do things."
"Si. I'd love to."
"Good. Meet be at my door in an hour and don't be late." I picked my scarf back up from where I placed it on a hook and walked out the door. I walked home to my brother. "Ivan. Feli is coming over tonight rather than me going to his. Do not do anything to ruin this night for me."
"I wouldn't dream of it." He laughed taking a sip from his vodka bottle.
"Give me some of that." I reached for the bottle but he pulled it away.
"Get your own, mladshaya sestra." (Little sister in Russian.)
"But you always have the good stuff. Please. One sip." He held the bottle out to me.
"Odin." (One) I took a swig from the bottle.
"Woo. Yep. That's the stuff. Do we have any of our like traditional clothing?? Like the really old stuff??"
"The attic. Everything is up there." I found some old clothes of mine and managed to make some Solyanka. A soup loved by Ivan and myself. I got changed just in time for Italy to arrive.
"Ciao Bella! You look-a beautiful."
"Thank you Feli. Come in." He walked in, teeth chattering. "Cold?" I laughed slightly.
"Have you felt it out there? It's freezing."
"You're talking to a Braginski remember." I said still giggling. "That's not cold." I took his coat "please, sit, I've made soup." We sat and ate, I got a few shots into him and we had a good time.
"I have something for your brother." He laughed swaying slightly. He can drink wine all night long but he can't handle the strength of our vodka.
"And what would that be my dear little Italian?" I smiled at him. He placed a wine bottle on the table.
"One of my finest vintages. I hope it's to his taste." He kept giggling. I didn't think vodka would have this much of an affect on him. "Not that I care. I have what I want right here but if I can win him over it makes getting you so much easier." He wrapped his arms around me pulling me closer and walking towards the couch.
"Feliciano. I have never seen you this confident."
"Well. Little miss Siberia. I know you like it." He pushed me onto the couch, climbing on top of me.
"My little Italy being dominant? Of course I like it. I should give you vodka more often. Why haven't I done this before?" He took my hands and held them to the arm of the couch above my head. He leaned down and kissed me hard, I didn't even think, I just kissed back, just like always, but this was rough, a little sloppy and vodka fuelled. I can't lie. I loved it. Every second of it. Lusty yet loving. I could've stayed like that for hours and I know Feli would've too but we were pulled from our intimate trance by my brother.
"Hey! Don't you two start all that on my couch."
"Otvali Ivan." I mumbled, reconnecting my lips with Feli's. I heard Ivan mumble something before walking away and leaving me and Feliciano to do what we pleased.

-extended ending.-

I woke up, on the couch, under a blanket, wrapped up in Feli's arms. "Morning my little Italian." I smiled kissing his cheek. He smiled and kissed me in return. I placed my hand on his chest, running my hands over it. "I enjoyed last night."
"Last night?" He looked at his lack of attire and the marks over my neck and collar bones. "That was me?"
"Yeh. You were amazing. Slightly drunk but amazing." He sat up.
"I don't remember that."
"I do." I tired Ivan spoke walking past pouring vodka into his coffee. "I remember every pain staking word of it. You're loud and annoying."
"And you're drinking at 9:30 am."
"Don't even go there. I didn't sleep. I need this." He walked into the kitchen and shut the door.
"Ignore him and you were amazing. Trust me. Next time you'll be sober but I want you to be just as dominant with me. I love you Italy."
"I love you too."