Ain't That A Kick In The Head? | ItaEng Fanfiction

...What?

Arthur was confused. Why was this Italian guy looking at him as if he saw a God. Well, the Brit thought to himself, I am pretty good looking but.. Still! Why is he staring so much!? "Uhm.. Scusi, signore, ma... vuole ordinare qualcosa?"(Uhm... Excuse me, sir, but... would you like to order something?) He asked, a tad awkwardly.

Feliciano blinked and shook his head. "Huh? Oh, ah, sì!" He replied, his cheeks heating up slightly from embarrassment and how pretty this boy is! Oh, dio, he thought to himself, how could someone be so... gorgeous and cute!? The poor Italian just wanted to hold him close and whisper to him how pretty he really was. How cute his freckles were, how soft looking his hair looked and probably was and how his eyes put the most beautiful gems to shame.. Merda.. This boy was going to be the death of him.. Though, he didn't mind. It felt as if someone kicked him in the head with love.

"E che cosa sarebbe?"(And what would that be?) Arthur asked, raising a bushy eyebrow at the Italian that was still staring at him. God, he wanted to punch him. Now.

"Ah.. Uhm.. Cappuccino..? Sì, cappuccino." He said, nodding with a bright smile, noticing that the cute as hell Brit blushed before turning around to make the cappuccino. The Italian got a slight view of the shorter's ass in those tight jeans, making him cover his mouth and look away, embarrassed.

This was going to be fun.

I guess.

We'll see.