Dating the World: Country x Reader

Stubborn Love {Romano}

Stubborn Love {Romano x Reader}

“Okay, so I love you. Deal with it… idiota ragazza.”

You’d never been more worried in your entire life.

You continued to sit in that uncomfortable hospital chair, simply watching him, for hours. Though no matter how long you waited, he still wouldn’t wake up.

You had no tears left, your knees weren’t shaking anymore, and your heartbeat wasn’t thumping erratically. Not like it had been during the time of the accident, of course.

You sighed, and continued to watch his sleeping face. He looked so cute and innocent that way. The nurses had cleaned him up pretty well; so his body wasn’t covered in blood and dirt anymore.

The beeping of the heart monitor was what kept you from going insane. You feared for his life, yes, but that monitor kept your hopes up. It had maintained a healthy, steady beat, just as the doctors had told you it would.

It wasn’t too serious of an accident- in fact the doctors assured you he wouldn’t die from it- but you still couldn’t keep from worrying. Your mind was always set for the worst when it came to him; he was Romano, after all.

And being him, of course, he just had to do the stupidest things.

He’d only been trying to show off to you, Italy, and Germany again. This time it had almost cost him his life.

As you watched him- your crush since forever- you couldn’t help but feel how much you hated him at the moment. Why did he have to be so stupid, idiotic, stubborn, and reckless all the time?

Couldn’t he… just be more like his brother, Italy?

You smiled a bit, looked down, and shook your head. No. Romano couldn’t be like Italy. Mostly because, one, they were complete opposites, and two, because you loved him the way he already was. And part of it was for those irritating ways he acted—if you were gonna be honest.

As you thought more about him, you barely noticed the slight movement from the hospital bed in front of you.

Romano began to stir, slowly turning in his sleep. Just as the bed creaked again, your head snapped back up.

“It-… Italy… don’t eat my pasta…” He mumbled quietly in his sleep, turning his head a bit.

Normally, you would’ve giggled at his sleep talk; but at the moment, you were completely speechless.

The motorcycle incident seemed like years ago; although it had just happened this morning. The time you spent agonizing over his life, going through every mean thing you’ve ever said to him, and praying that he’d be alright had felt like forever. Italy and Germany had tried long ago to get you to leave, but you’d refused; saying you wouldn’t until he finally woke up.

He made another movement, and you quickly stood. You watched as his eyelids slowly fluttered open, revealing beautiful amber-colored eyes that you’d always loved, loved, loved.

Just as his eyes began to focus, you almost felt like slapping him. Who was he to make you worry like that? He could’ve died, and throughout the process he’d acted like it was no big deal. Before making it into the emergency room, he’d told you and Italy to shut up and leave him alone. Was it a crime to care for him so much?

He looked up at you and blinked. “_____...?”

He appeared so innocent and fragile—you couldn’t bring yourself to yell at him. Not right now, at least.