Adding a Mute to the Mix (2p! Italy x Mute! Reader x 2p! Romano)

Chapter Nine - Small Shenanigans

~Hey guys! I have a question down in the author's note at the end for you guys concerning my Problem Solving! series!~

After returning to your room and sleeping off the events of the previous day, you were woken up by a maid. She set clothing similar to the clothes Flavio gave you yesterday on the nightstand. She then gently shook your shoulder, trying to rouse you. You only turned over to face in the other direction. She sighed and awarded you five more minutes of rest before trying again to wake you. This time she succeeded and pointed out the clothing she brought for you before telling you that breakfast will be served at eight o'clock sharp. You huffed and watched as she left your room, the door clicking shut softly behind her.

Your gaze immediately turned to the digital clock on the nightstand, jostling the floor a bit to see it better. It was only a little past seven, giving you nearly fifty minutes to get ready. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and got up, then shuffled over to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Afterwards, you dried off and dressed yourself, drying your hair then enough to get the dampness out with a blowdryer. Your teeth were brushed next. You slipped on socks and shoes before exiting your room and heading down to the dining room.

Gilen was seated at the table already, fiddling with the band of the watch on his wrist. He hadn't noticed your presence until Andrés approached you from behind and told you with a grunt to move. You stepped to the side and let him in before going to sit, kicking his feet up on the table as he leaned back in the chair he had chosen. You sat next to Prussian and signed to him.

"How did you sleep?"

"Terrible. I can never sleep when I stay here. The beds are too soft for my liking."

"Aw. Sorry to hear that Gil. I can call you Gil, right? Is that okay?"

He offered you a gentle smile. "Yes, it's perfectly fine."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." There was a small pause in his hand movements. "So, how did you sleep?"

"Just fine until a maid came in... I could have done without being woken up, but I'm pretty sure if I wouldn't have gotten out of bed that Flavio would come wake me up then..."

"Did you threaten to dump cold water on you?"

"Yeah! How did you know?!"

He chuckled briefly. "He did that to his brother once. It didn't end well for either of them. Flavio ended up getting stabbed in the back by Luciano after a longer than necessary chase through the mansion, and Luciano tripped and fractured his ankle at some point during it."

You smirked. "Serves them both right for being douche-canoes."

Gilen laughed again as you managed to get the grumpy Spaniard to crack a half smile. "Douche-canoe. Now that's a new insult in my book," Andrés stated.

"Are you all talking shit on me?" Luciano asked in annoyance as he strode into the room.

"No, those two are signing shit on you," Andrés replied with sass.

The dark auburn haired male glared at him, giving a sort of growl in addition as he sat in his usual seat. Flavio then came trotting in followed by Lutz and Kuro. Flavio gently pushed on the back of the Spaniard's chair to tilt it further than it already was, causing it to tip over completely. Andrés went crashing to the floor in a haphazard pile after tumbling backwards off of the chair. Flavio stood next to him, bent down at the waist with a sweet smile gracing his features. Andrés' face turned red as he glared up at the blond.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!"

"I told you not to lean the chairs back like that or prop your feet up on the table. You did both, so you got your just deserts."

"I should kill you!"

"Please, we both know you can't live without me making your life exciting."

"You want to make a bet...?"

"No thank you."

Flavio then sat in his chair and watched with a grin as Andrés got up slowly, rubbing the back of his head in addition to setting the chair back in its upright position. Lutz was snickering behind his hand as Gilen sweatdropped. Kuro was smirking silently as he stared at nothing in particular ahead of him. Everyone reverted back to their normal selves as maids and a butler brought in breakfast. The meal was silent for a change, the only sound made was the occasional tinking of silverware against plates and bowls. You were the first to finish and tried to get up to leave, but Luciano grabbed your hand when you went to go around his chair.

"Where do you think you're going?"

You just gave him an unamused look as you waited for him to release your hand. He frowned deeply and pulled you back to your chair, forcing you to sit down.

"You'll stay until all of us are finished..."

You shook your head and went to leave again but he forced you back down. Once more you got up, this time making him get up to block you. Now it was his turn to look unamused and your turn to grin. You went to side step him but he moved with you.

"Sit back down damnit..."

You paid him no mind and went around him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, grumbling about how stubborn you were. Yes, you were indeed stubborn, but you also were a very hard kicker from playing soccer as a child and teen. You brought one of your feet forward and then backwards with tremendous force. Luciano helped and let you go as he held his aching shin. Lutz and Andrés applauded you, to which you gave a very dramatic bow before sprinting out of the room. Luciano growled and sat back down, rubbing his leg gently where you had kicked him.

        "Maybe I'll change my mind... Maybe I don't want her to be a maid anymore... Maybe I want her to become a hitman so I don't have to see her anymore..." he grumbled

        "No! We made a deal and shook on it! She's a maid and a model!" Flavio chirped. "You can't go back on the deal! Kuro and Lutz were our witnesses as we signed a piece of paper on the matter."

        "Fine... But if she's going to be a maid, she needs to learn some damn respect..."

        "Oh, you're just salty because a girl hurt you."

        "Don't use that terminology..."

        "Why? I'm trying to be hip like the younger generations."

        "You are failing miserably."

        "I don't think so..."

        "Well you are."

        The two began to bicker, as was usual at breakfast as you had come to know. The fight was soon broken up by Kuro who told them they had to tell you about the compromise since it had been created. They nodded and got up, leaving to go and do just that. Well, after everyone was finished with breakfast of course.

~Author's Note~

DreamsForDays here! Next chapter will start the adventures of the development of Reader-chan's feelings for either Vargas men. Hopefully that chapter will be longer too, but I'm not promising anything. There are no translations for this chapter, but I do have a question concerning my other series Problem Solving!. I have a potential pre-written chapter for Oliver, but it's pretty gory. Would you guys want me to still publish it with warnings, or rewrite it without the gore? With that said, I think I'll end this here. Thanks for reading! Feedback in the comments is always appreciated! Until next time!