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Staying Because of You [2p!Italy x Reader] (Part 1/2)

This is a request from 2p-hetalia-fan! I hope you are fine with a prisoner x correctional(or detention) officer thing! The reader as the correction officer and Italy (or Luciano) as the prisoner. Also, I've been having major writer's block or something like that and it sucks. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.
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~(F/N)'s P.O.V~

  A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I stretch out my arms and legs. Placing my navy coloured cap on my (h/c) hair, I get ready for my first day.

Originally, I had a job as a normal clerk at a convenient store. Though, after those long dreaded years of studying and just earning money at a convenient store and also working at another job, I started college.

College was a pain in the ass. Well, I was working my ass off for a job that I wanted. So, I brought it on myself. After years in college, I got a degree and barely got past the minimum requirements to be a correction officer. And I did everything else that I had to do.

At least I wasn't over 30 yet! Currently, I am a 25 year-old (female/male) who's ready for their first day at a new job they've worked hard for! Now, I was walking past the entrance and greeted my colleagues, they seemed a bit tired but some of them were quite positive and even slightly cheerful. I wonder how they can be so positive when working at a prison. Also because of the requirements to become a correction officer.

A day ago, I had gotten a small tour of the prison. The prison I'm working at is a medium security prison. Not a federal one either.

As I open two doors, I can hear a few murmurs from different cells as I began to walk down the hallways. It was so quiet that I could hear my boots click on the ground, with soft echos. When I reach the end of that hallway, I hear a small 'hey' from the last cell in that hallway.

I cocked up an eyebrow as I walked to that certain cell. It was a young adult with an interesting coloured eyes, like slightly magenta. Maybe two years older than me. The male had a small smirk on his face as he waved. His eyes wasn't the only thing that looked kind of strange. His hair had a brownish-auburn colour to it with a strange curl on the right side of his head.

"Hey~ Are you the new officer?" He questioned. Is he Italian? Deciding that I'll ignore that for a bit, I gave a nod, "Indeed I am." I replied in a stern tone. Then, I decided to add on to my reply, "This is my first day if you didn't know."

"Oh of course I knew that. Almost everyone here knows because of the other officers talking about a hot (man/woman) coming here." He winked. It disgusted me in a way, both the officers and this guy. This guy, I wonder what's he in for---

"I'm in here because of murder." He states, almost like he was reading my mind. This is a medium security prison, I sure hope we can actually handle him. Though, he seems like he has a lot of skills. How did he get caught?

"He's supposed to be transferred to another prison with higher security after this month, and the next. The other prison has some issues." One of my colleagues gruff voice says. I nod my head, "I'm going to check on others." I continue to walk down the slightly eerie hallways.

~Luciano's P.O.V~

(Her/His) name...was it (F/N)? I strictly remember it. The officers were talking about (her/him) yesterday. Not exactly what I said was true but it was funny to see a correction officer to flinch just because of words I made up. 

Well, I guess it's not completely exaggerated since (she/he) isn't average when it comes to looks. Honestly, I was planning leaving tomorrow. But, I think I'll stick around just to see (her/him) a bit more. If I get bored of (her/him), I leave. If I don't, I still plan on leaving, but (she's/he's) coming with me.

Even if (she's/he's) willing to, or not. I will find a way to bring (her/him) with me.

~(F/N)'s P.O.V~

It has been a full week of my job as a correction officer. Nothing huge has really happened except for a few fights here and there, but, what do you expect of a prison? There's bound to be fights.

Anyways, that strange man at the end of the first hall. In cell 107. That man, who I learned was named Luciano Vargas, has been talking to me quite frequently. Every time I'm about to pass his cell, he calls me over.

Though, I must admit. I think I may be growing a bit fond of him. The other prisoners around seem to avoid me as much as they can. I've tried to start a conversations with inmates across the hallway, but they just ignore me or scowl at me.

Had I done something wrong to be disliked so much? Though, I can't really blame them, I am a correction officer after all.

Yet, when my colleagues speak with them, they seem to be open to converse with them. But not me. Is there some hidden source if power that they're scared of? If there is, I probably have to find it.

Now, I'm getting off-topic. When I speak to Luciano, he talks to me with no fear, nor hatred. But I've always noticed that he always has a mischievous glint in those magenta coloured eyes.

The conversations I have with him are pretty normal. We converse with each other like how distant friends would. It's quite suspicious. He hasn't done anything yet, but I still need to keep an eye on him.

Today was no different story. I got up early in the morning and headed out to the prison. Irinstone Prison.

There was a strange feeling in my gut, though. Like something important was supposed to happen. It was currently the second week of my job and I decided that I was going to ask him a question I've been wanting to ask.

In the back of my head, I have always suspected that he may be up to something. But I've always pushed it aside since he was the the only inmate that would talk to me. And...It felt nice.

During one of our conversations, he had told me a story about him and his entourage. He had told me how annoying they had been. Someone like him would've gotten up and left. Yet...---

He's still a criminal. As much as I want to believe it, I simply can't. I take a deep breath.

Why did this suddenly turn 10x harder than I had planned?  I whined to myself in my head. When I first thought about asking the question, I was quite confident. And now that I'm walking down the same hallway as last week, my confidence is slowly turning into ashes.

Time had seemed to slow down drastically as Luciano called me over and began chatting as I walked over. I had told myself I would ask. And I can't back out of it now.

"And so my fratello was being all stupid and saying that I should have ch---"

"Are you up to something?" I suddenly blurted out, cutting him off from finishing his sentence. Goddammit, I was thinking of a good time to bring it up and I just blanked out, tuning him out as I just spat out the question.

Let's just hope he doesn't murder me.
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I know, I know. "This has 2 parts!? Why!?" 'Cause I'm lazy and writer's block. That's why. Anyways, yeah. I'm making this 2 parts. Also, please don't be afraid to request anything!

I know I may not be the quickest, but I try my hardest. So, 2p-hetalia-lover, I really hope you don't mind. Also, I had tried to reply to your request a month ago, but I think I pressed the wrong button. Sorry--- uwu"