Let's Go! {Hetalia x Reader One Shots}

🇮🇹Romano x Reader

A language key is at the bottom                                 
(C/n)=Country name(you)

     "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" 

     All of the countries stood in front of the building where they previously held their "world meeting," heads were motioning like typewriters (following the action) as poor (C/n) was forced into running countless laps around the building in hopes of escaping one person...

     "Honhonhonhonhonhon~~~~~~!!!  You don't need to make me chase you~~honhon!   You've already got my attention~ !  Now, let us go celebrate our love~~~"  Cooed the lusty Frenchman.  He had been trying to get a hold of (C/n) since the meeting had finished, taking her claims of discontent as love games and playful teasing. 

     Both were going at incredible speeds.

     "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Came (C/n) back to the front of the building and disappearing around the corner completing another lap.

     "Vee~ shouldn't-a we-a-do-a-something, Germany?  What if he catches her~?"  Fright and concern for his pal overran the Mediterranean, pastaphile.

     "Nein, I vould like to see how much endurance z'ey have... Actually, jö go start vrunning too-"

     "-WHAA-"

     "-What-a the h*** are-a you up-a to, you dumb potato eater?"  Romano non-melodiously griped, casually deciding to join the commotion that he had already decided was Germany's fault.

     "Honhonhonhonhonhonhonhonhon~~~~~ oh, she iz a shy one~ Ma biche~~!"  the Frenchman called, also completing a round of his 'chase of love.'

     "Ugh, z'at."  Drearily the German indicated that the actual source of his agitation was rooting from the Frenchman.

     "ROMANO!  ROMANO! Help-a (C/N)!" fragile Italy cried.

     "WHAT ABOUT (C/N)?!?!-" Angry bellows flowed from the loud Southern Italian.  Angery, flustered... No one could tell.  Everyone only knew that he got louder and weirder when the subject of (C/n) came up.

"-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

     "STOP THAT!!"  Romano demanded making way towards the source of his stress.  This was fallowed by the disappointed groans of the countries that found entertainment in the rambunctious scene.  He stomped his way in front of the path that was your, somehow, only course of salvation from unwanted affection.

     "What?! Nooo!!"  (C/n) panickly wailed crashing into Romano who grabbed her wrist, surpassingly, gently. "No, get out of the way,"she pleaded.

     "Not-a you,  bella"  You were surprised at his strong, hard gaze being directed towards the way that you came from, he seemed more mad than usual.  Was he mad at FRANCE?!  No way! He usually runs and hides from France.  Why was he doing this?

     "Honhon~ I'm coming, mon chaton~~" France creeped around the far corner getting ready to end the game of cat and mouse and take you away.  You saw this and ducked back behind Romano and waited to see what he would do.

     Romano held strong to where he was; unmoving, hard, and hateful gaze locked onto France.  You were impressed, dazzled even, where did he get this courageous resolve from? You blushed, having never seen him in this light before and it made your heart race. "...Wait" Your face dropped slightly into one of curiosity and concern as you started to realize what was happening. 

     The closer France came towards the two...the more sweat started racing down Romano's face and body.  Soon, his whole body was starting to shake and stubbornly tried to stay in place but even the look on his face was giving in to his rising panic.  Now France was only a few feet away and that's when he cracked.