Romano One shots

I Always Worry

*•.Will be swearing... 'cause Romano (also google translate is not the best Italian translator but that's all I got ;~;).•*

Two pairs of feet stomped down the worn wooden steps of your house as you two bickered.  "I am not letting a ragazza like you go meet some bastardo in his stupid apartment!" Lovino shouted angrily as he blocked the bottom steps, preventing you from passing.  You tried to shove your way through him, but with no avail. "Lovino, I told you, Ludwig is not-" you began before you were rudely interrupted.  "Stop mentioning his name, it makes-a me sick just hearing it," he growled as you tapped your foot impatiently.  "Lovino," you stated calmly, "I'm just visiting an old friend. Nothing is going to happen! We were just going to watch a movie and catch up on how life has been." Lovino's brows furrowed even further at being reminded of this bastardos importance.

"Oh! We will just watch-a movie! Like hell he's not going to try anything! I don't-a trust that bastardo!" he mocked as you rolled your eyes impatiently.  Without a second warning, you finally lost your shit, "For the love of all that is holy Lovino! Do you not trust me or something? After a whole year of being together you still don't trust me?" Lovino felt a bit hurt by your accusations although he knew that it did seem like it from how he was acting.  Waving his hands around in frustration he shouts, "of course I trust you! I just don't trust that bastardo! What if he tries something? What if he kisses you without your consent?"

You couldn't take this anymore. Shoving past Lovino, nearly knocking him over, you march to the door, eyes filled with rage. "I knew I shouldn't have told you about him," you growled as you stomped as you walked towards your car parked on the side of the road, "you always get defensive whenever I bring up me hanging out with my guy friends." Lovino finally stumbled to his feet and started trotting up to you yelling, "I just don't trust these ragazzi casuali! I know how a bastardo thinks!" You looked back at him as he finally caught up with you as you opened your car door. With a narrowing of your eyes, you say, "how many times do I have to tell you, he won't do anything. I've known him for years and I see him as a brother anyways.  We both see each other as brother sister, we never even saw each other in a romantic way." Lovino had a look mixed with panic and frustration as he said, "how do you know he doesn't see you as more than a sister now?  Why all of a sudden after we just finally moved in together that he wants to hangout? I don't trust him!"

You let out a strongly needed sigh to calm you down before you spoke again. "Lovi, do you still love me?" you asked in a calm tone, staring him in his caramel brown eyes. He looked confused at your question. With a sudden calm overcoming him, he spoke with sincerity, "of course I love you ___. Why would you even have to ask?" Taking another breath, you put your hand on his slightly tanned skin and smile sweetly at his confused expression. "Well, then you don't have to worry. If you love me, and I love you, that's all that matters," you say in the sweetest motherly like voice.

You could see his shoulders loosen up after finally releasing all his built up tension from your simple words. His eyes began to slightly glimmer with crystal like tears just before he swiftly wiped them away with his sleeve. With a sullen tone in his voice, he apologized, "Mi dispiace bella donna... I just don't want anything bad to happen to you," he said with a heavy heart, "I don't know what I would do if I wasn't there to protect you.  Or what if you suddenly want him over me..?  You haven't seen him in over a year, right? What if you find more prestante (handsome) than me... I wouldn't know what to do if l'amore della mia vita (the love of my life) didn't want me anymore..." You felt your heart tighten.  Seeing how vulnerable and open he was suddenly being with you made your heart warm. Giving him a kiss on his cheek you say, "well, if you want you can come with. This way you can finally meet him and hopefully it will give you peace of mind. Ok? How about it?"

Lovino looked deeply into your eyes, checking for any indication that he was still getting on your nerves. With a glance down to the ground and a brush of his hands through his hair, he took a deep breath to mentally prepare himself for his answer. "Only so this bastard," he stopped himself before correcting, "uh, ragazzo knows who he will be answering to if anything happens to you." You just laugh at his sudden switch to the macho guy, finding it absolutely adorable. Gently pecking his lips with yours, you open your driver side door and laugh, "well get in the car ya dork, we're already thirty minutes late to meeting him."

As you hopped into the driver's seat and buckled yourself in, you turned to the sound of the passenger door opening. Lovino slides in and buckled himself in, his cheeks pinked from embarrassment. You grab his hand with your free one and say, "Ti amo amore mio." He turns brighter then quickly meets your lips before returning back to his original position in the passenger seat. Slightly surprised you couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. As you started to drive, you faintly heard, "ti amo anch'io."

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Hi everyone!
Sorry I haven't updated this in years... life did a whole 180 and I somehow have a boyfriend, a freelance digital illustration career, and an amazing case of anxiety going for me for the past couple years lol

But I apologize for this being so short, it came to mind when I was overthinking things (like Romano in this story) and my boyfriend would say things to calm me, even though I know I'm just being unreasonable.  It's weird because after being in this relationship for a year, you learn a lot about yourself lol

But enough of my rambling, I hope all the Hetalians that are still head deep in the fandom are still smiling and living life how you like it best like Italy lol

Hasta la pasta!