It was once rumored that there was one store in the world that holds merchandise not like any other.
The store transfers, by literally disappearing and reappearing in another place, every two years to a new nation.
This year you're lucky for it look...
**Reader's POV** Lovino and I were currently in my room of the mansion. He set himself on my huge bed while I went ahead and looked for the first aid kit in the bathroom.
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(A/N: ye so dis your room. you can just choose what color you'd like it in or leave it in its original color. add the hetalia mangas too)
"Ragazza"
"Hm?"
I hum in response after emerging from the bathroom while holding a small red first aid kit box thingy. What the fuck do you call these things.
I stared at him for a moment before he broke away from my eyes. He had a slight red hue on his cheeks before shaking his head and sprawling his torso on my bed. "Nothing, forget I said anything".
"Well damn now you got me all curious". I sat down in the bed right beside him and took out the necessary stuff to patch up his hand. He sits back up from his laying position, his elbows propping himself up.
I reach my hand out to hold his in order for me to aid the wound easier.
**Third Person POV** You held Romano's hand firmly while he was trying his very best not to steam his head off right then and there. His heart was beating so fast, way faster than him losing his patience all the time. The red hue on his cheeks were getting darker by the second and his chest still felt like exploding. Like a Bakugou ready to charge on a Deku.
"All done!" You said, putting a safety pin on the Italian's bandage. "G-Grazie, ragazza".
Boy did he wish that moment lasted longer. Maybe even forever.
Lovi. Yes, he'll let you call him that nickname. Only you will be able to do that.
CRASH
What was that?
The door opened with about three people coming out all piled up in a stack.
America, England and Japan
"What are you guys doing here?!" You questioned them, clutching onto the fabric of Romano's shirt as hard as you can.
Putting all the puzzle pieces together, he concluded what happened. They were watching the two of you.
That was all it took for him to blow his head off.
