Hetalia X Reader One shots!!! [Completed]

2p! Italy X Fem!Reader

A/N- This is a request from xx-FangirlTrash-xx  except she requested it irl
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~Your POV~
My boyfriend, Luciano and I walked on the gray sidewalk, our fingers intertwined. We were talking about some random nonsense when we walked past an alleyway. I spotted a blur of a shadow run out of the alleyway directly towards me. I didn't have any time to react so the shadow barreled into my side, knocking my smaller form down. Landing on the cold, hard ground making a small 'oof' upon impact. The shadow remained standing and reached down, picking me up into his arms.
"Let go!" I shouted, forgetting that Luciano was nearby.
"Lasciala andare, cazzo di bastardo!![Italian: Let her go you fucking bastard]" Luciano yelled angrily, grabbing his throwing knives out of his coat and arming himself.
" No, questa puttana è mia [Italian: No this whore is mine]!!!" The guy shouted back, suddenly a glimmering blade of a throwing knife dialed through the air, lodging itself into the shadow figure's thigh. He yelped in pain, letting go of my squirming form enough to let me get away from him and enough to let me run towards Luciano. Luciano grabbed my form and pushed me behind him in a protective manner. The guy regained his composure and growled, pulling the sharp and painful blade out of his thigh.
     "Pagherai la cagna! [Italian: You will pay bitch!]," The man spat in both Luciano's and I's direction. Luciano was seething in red hot anger as he growled through his teeth.
     "Penso che colui che pagherà qui sia stupido [Italian: I think the one who'll be paying here is you dumbass]." Luciano stated through gritted teeth as he threw several more blades at the guy, hitting each mark that he aimed at.
     "Stupido bastardo che tocca la mia ragazza. [Italian: Stupid bastard touching my girl.]" Luciano growled at the now dead body, then he turned around to face me.
     "Are you-a right Bella?" [Italian: Beautiful] Luciano asked me scanning over my smaller form for any signs of injury, after finding none, Luciano placed a sweet kiss that had hints of protectiveness in it on my lips.
     "Si, I'm alright," I smiled softly at Luciano after we broke the kiss.
     "Buono [Italian: Good], now lets-a go home," the Italian grabbed my hand gently as we walked home, what a lucky girl I was huh?