2p!/1p!Hetalia Oneshots~

Staying Because of You [2p!Italy] (Pt. 2/2)

Surprise, surprise! I didn't do a filler chapter. :D
And the consequence was that this took quite a long time. Forgive me. ;v;
Also, please don't be afraid to give me requests! I may not be the best writer, but I try.
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~(F/N's P.O.V)~

(F/N) (L/N), 25 years old and female. The woman has been a correction officer for one week, and has probably made the biggest mistake in her life recently. Ahem, let me rephrase that in an easier way.

That's me.

As I narrated in my mind, I hadn't noticed that my palms had become sweaty and practically my whole face was drenched with sweat. Actually, that's an exaggeration.

Shifting my gaze anywhere but Luciano's eyes I tried to hide how nervous I was. This was part of my training, I should know how to handle such frantic emotion and stay stable but something about him has always made me uneasy about him since day one.

Just out of my peripheral vision, I saw him open his mouth to say something, but was interrupted with the static of my walkie-talkie on my left shoulder. Thank God. As I pressed the button, one of my colleagues' voice spoke, "Officer number 23 please report to the wardens office."

The inmate chuckled after I responded to the demand, "Saprete la risposta alla tua domanda, molto presto, mia cara (F/N)." He said in a foreign language I didn't recognize. But, he told me he was Italian, so I guess he spoke in his native tounge.
(I APOLOGIZE FOR ALL THOSE WHO KNOW ITALIAN, I USED A TRANSLATOR FOR THIS. Don't worry, I didn't use Google Translate but I'm not sure if the translator I used is correct.)

Even though I heard him loud and clear, I didn't say a word in return and hurried down the rest of the hallway in a swift manner. And even if I wanted to say something to him in return, I couldn't because I didn't understand.

~Small timeskip~

It has been three months since that faithful day of me being an idiot. After a week since I've asked that question, we started talking again. Luciano talked to me as if I hadn't asked that question.

Even if he had forgotten about it, I still think about it. To the point where I stay up worrying sometimes. It was unhealthy, but when I had stay up during those nights it wasn't just about the question and what would happen but...I was thinking about him.

Recently, I had realized that I might have been falling for him. He was charming, mischevious, and... enchanting. He was so mysterious and that just drew me closer to him. You could even say I was captivated. Now, I'm not quite sure if I'm falling for him, or his mysterious aura. My curiousness might have been drawing me to him, and maybe I'm mistaking it for love?

Ever since my realization, I have been easily distracted and I get easily flustered around him. Especially when he flirts with me. Even though I have come to a conclusion that he was a player, and he was just doing it for his enjoyment or just asking to get laid, I still fall for it.

Currently, I was pondering at my desk until I checked the clock and it was about time that the inmates get their lunch. I reach for my microphone and press on the button for me to speak, "Attention. We will let you out of your cells for 9 minutes and as soon as you get your food you go back in your cell."

In the middle of my little PSA, I had heard all the way from the cells an inmate had yelled some profanities directed to me. I sighed and got out of my chair and brought in a tray into the hallway that held a huge pot next to a slightly smaller pot next to it.

As I looked the doors behind me, I pressed a button that released all of the inmates from their cells.

"Line up to get your food! Cut in line and you won't get any meal!" Of course I didn't mean that, the worse they could get was a ear full from one of the officers. As the inmates lined up, I had gave them a plate of food for each of them as they reach the tray.