Why me? [2p! Italy x Reader]

Chapter 5

Little did I know, that a certain pair of magenta eyes were watching me.
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~Luciano's POV~

Why did I even kidnap that ragazza? I just danced with her a few days ago and now she's here, living in our house...

She's behaving like this is her home, she's defiant, she's rude...
Normally I would've killed her or let the stupid Allies take her.

I leaned on the doorframe and stared at her. She's covered herself in her blanket and is sleeping...

My face felt hot. Maybe I'm sick. Yes, I'm sick. I'm going to bed, maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.

I left the (h/c) haired girl alone in her room and headed towards my own.

"Luci!" Oh no. Not him...

"What do you want, fratello? And I told you not to call me that", I hissed.

"I just wanted to look after mio fratellino~", Flavio chirped.

"Fine, you did. Now go away."

"Would you mind if I take her to my working place tomorrow?", my stupid fratello asked.

"I don't care", I said. But I felt the opposite. No, I'm sick.

"Great!", he exclaimed.
"Buona notte, Luci!"

"Don't call me that", I growled and entered my room.

I was kind of tired, maybe because I'm sick. So I let myself fall onto my bed. Why the fuck did I kidnap her again?

This ragazza is certainly doing something to me.

I will confront her one day, for sure.

~your POV~

I opened my eyes, hoping I'm at home. Okay, a part of me hopes that I'm lying in my own bed.
The other part was going crazy about being with my stupid crush.

I examined the room. "Nope, that's not my house. Too much luxury."

Why do I even like that Italian? We barely know each other from high school. Then I graduated and started studying, here in (town name).

We've only had a few conversations, in high school he was sometimes flirting with me, like he did with everyone. Here, in his mansion it's either him ordering me around or him ranting about something.

This little crush will go away... I'm sure of it.

I got up and saw a dress with a note lying on a chair.

Meet me downstairs at 9.am, we're going to my workplace!

-Flavio

My eyes went to the clock that was hanging over the door.
8:55
I had five minutes!
Flavio is going to kill me.

Wait... I'm always late...

Fuck it. I have to get ready properly, and that takes time. If he doesn't like it, then it's his problem.

I ran to the bathroom and made myself ready, then I put the dress on and went downstairs, mentally preparing myself to get scolded by the blonde fashionista.

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(Y/N)!"

"Awww.... shit."

An angry Flavio stormed towards me. "You're 10 minutes late! We have to go!"

"Why didn't you just wake me up", I said.

Flavio didn't respond, he just walked outside. A limousine was waiting for us.

We got inside the car and we were on our way. Flavio talked with the driver in Italian and I felt stupid, because I didn't understand what they were saying.

The ride felt like hours. I was bored and staring outside the window.

Why the fuck is Flavio even taking me to his fashion studio? I mean, I already hate try-ons and stuff. Being a model would be a nightmare.

After what felt like an eternity, we arrived at Flavio's working place.

"We're here, bella. Welcome to my fashion studio!", he said happily.

I rolled my eyes and exited the car. This is going to be as boring as the car ride.

We entered the huge building.
"Ah hello, Mister Flavio!", the woman at the reception (it is one, right?) greeted. She looked at me. "And... who is the girl?" As soon as she mentioned me, it sounded like she was jealous.

"Oh, she's just a friend of mine", Flavio replied.

The woman glared at me. She looked like she was saying "I'm going to kill you for being with my Flavio" or some bullshit.

I ignored her and followed Flavio. If the receptionist is already like that, the models are going to be complete bitches.

We went to the changing room for the models, because we had to go through it, if we want to go to Flavio's office.

And, as I expected, the models went crazy about Flavio. As soon as we arrived, they ran towards him and greeted him.

"Hello, Flavio!"
"Did you miss me?"
"I'm your favorite, right?"

I watched in disgust. Fucking whores, I thought. They're all obsessed about him. If I was alone, they would've torn me apart if they thought I would steal their precious Flavio.

I decided that I couldn't watch it anymore and headed towards the office.

~Time skip brought you buy lazy Author-san~

Finally.

Freedom.

Flavio used me as a fucking mannequin for his new designs.

If I would've known earlier, I would've refused to go.

We were finally at their mansion (I refuse to call it home) and I ran inside the mansion, searching my room.

I was on the way to my room, but I stopped when I heard someone playing the violin. The music was beautiful, so I tried to find the source of it.

Well, I found myself standing in front of Luciano's door. I felt my heart beating faster. I didn't dare to open the door, because Luciano would stop playing immediately.

I listened to him playing the violin, but as soon as he stopped, I went to my room.

I opened the door and saw someone sitting on my bed. He was an albino, and looked kinda cute.

"Uhm.... sorry?"

I startled the poor guy.

"O-oh, I-I d-didn't... mean t-to-"

"It's fine. What's your name?"

"G-Gillen..."

"Are you related to someone here?"

"Ja... Lutz ist mein Bruder...", he said in German.

"Oh, okay. I just wanted to change, so stay here if you like!"

"T-thank you..."

I got some clothes out of the closet, then I entered the bathroom and locked the door, leaving Gillen alone in my room.