Hetalia Short Stories

Story 2: Romano

You were siting on your bed in your pajamas, and waiting for South to come home. He hadn't answered your calls or texts in hours, so you took out your phone, dialed his number, and pressed 'call'.

Ring...

Ring...

"What the crapola do you want?!" he shouted over the honks of cars. You could tell he was stuck in a massive traffic jam.

"Just wanted to know when you would get home is all," you sighed quietly at how low your voice sounded, yet it sounded feminine. He blew into the speaker, making it amplify his carbon dioxide.

"Maybe ten minutes? who knows, I'm terrible with time," he said. You knew it wasn't true.

"Well I'm about to make some tomato soup, so hurry so it doesn't get cold!" You giggled as he gasped.

"Sure I'll get home as soon as I can bye!" he quickly hung up and the line went dead. You exited the screen and set a timer for four minutes so you could cook. The timer dinged, signaling when you should check on the pot. It was ready, so you poured the hot soup into two bowls. You sipped yours to nothing and tossed the bowl into the sink. You called Ludwig and Feliciano to come over.

Almost ten minutes later, the slam of a door signaled Southern Italy's arrival.

"Soup's on the table!" you shouted from your room. The clanking of a spoon and clinking of a bowl followed. Romano stomped up to your room, slipping off his shoes and staring you down. He approached you, so you tried to distract yourself, you made sure Ludwig and Feli were there.

Luddy, are you at the house?

Yes Miss _____

It's just _____

Okay bella! I like pasta!

Sorry, Feli took my phone.

Lovi's pawing at me, gotta go.

You turned off your phone and looked to Lovino, who was blushing and muttering

"Chigi! Get up!" He shouted at you

"What? Why?"

"Now, get up," he tossed you over his shoulder and took you into his bedroom.

"Romano, what are you doing-" The weird thing that was called a Lovino Vargas placed you onto his bed and rolled blankets around you, your arms trapped.

"Romano..."

"Idiota ragazza. My name's Lovino. He tapped your forehead and gently kissed your cheek, smiling as heat built up in your cheeks. "_____?"

"Yes, Lovino?"

"Ti amo."

"Ti amo," you repeated, knowing well enough what it meant. Lovino scooped you up bridal style and carried you downstairs, where Ludwig and Feli stared.

"Ve~ Lovi and _____ are feeling things for each other!" Feli stood up and urged Ludwig to stand.

"Ja, it vould appear zat vay!" Luddy smirked.

"She's all mine too!" he beamed before he ran outside into the neighborhood, shouting that you were his. "All mine bastards!" he repeated. He showcased his love for you in a very odd way, but you still loved him for that.