Warnings: Ero zone Date published: 4/1/17 Words: 436 Extra notes: Read warning: I was extremely bored and decided why not. This character is from Hetalia. Author: Emo_Kitty350
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/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/ "Italy!" I shouted as I saw the Italian. N. Italy turned around at the sound of his name but smiled when he realized you were calling for Romano.
"Ragazza idiota*, that's Italy!" Romano pointed to his brother after you tackled him in a hug.
"But you're a part of Italy." I commented, "Yea, but I'm referred to as Romano." He retorted, "Yes, but you are still South Italy, are you not?" I asked smirking, earning myself an annoyed sigh from the angry Italian. "Whatever, what was it that you wanted?" He asked with his arms crossed, "Eh, Romano, stop being a sourpuss!" I poked him in the cheek, "Stop poking me!" He shouted as I kept poking him in the cheek. "Fight me." "I don't fight women!" "What if I punched you first?" I asked, "You wouldn't." "I guess I will have to keep doing this then, Italy," I smirked and started to rapidly poke him all over his face. "I-a-already told-a-you! I'm not Italy!" He shouted and tried to slap my hand away "Say that you are Italy and I'll stop!" I tried to bargain, "N-never!" "Then I'm not leaving you alone today!" I smiled before I stopped poking him and jumped on his back. "I'm not-a-carrying you ragazza*!" "No need! I'll hold on myself!" I cheered and wrapped my legs around his waist, and my hands rested on his shoulders. "Ragazza, you're-a-just as bad as Fratello* Italy." He sighed, "Why do you think we get along so greatly then?" I asked with a closed eye smile. "You really are an idiota* aren't you?" He asked with a sigh as he continued doing whatever it was he was doing before I interrupted him.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, mildly triggered.
"Nothing, it-a-means nothing." He responded, "Yea and pigs fly." I responded but dropped the subject, "So, what would happen if I touch your curl?" I asked, and reached for it from my spot on his back. "Don't touch that!" "Why not?" I asked curiously,
"It's a turn on for him!" A certain Spaniard shouted,
"S-shut up! You don't-a-tell people that!" The Italian yelled angerly as he blushed. "I wanna touch it," I mumbled. "Y/N, don't you dare touch it!" "But it's right there!" I whined and reached out for the curl the slightly bobbed with each of the Italians movement. "Y/N...." He warned, "Don't you-a-dare!" "Too late," I smirked and yanked the curl. "Y/N! I-a-told you not-a-to touch that!" He groaned and me being the person I am, I yanked the curl again before getting off his back and running away laughing. "That-a-ragazza I swear!"
Another short one-shot I know I'm sorry, but it was an Idea I had that didn't have a long plot. That's all for now! Chow~!
-Kitty
P.S
I used google translate for the Italian so please correct me if I'm wrong.
