Why me? [2p! Italy x Reader]

RW: Chapter 8

~Luciano's pov~

I was working inside my office, as usual.
I was trying to focus on my work, because I had to take care of that big pile of fucking paper on my desk.

The allies are making problems again, and I don't have time for that shit.
Of course, I find something and they want to snatch it out of my hand.
I frowned. I just want one day where nothing is getting on my nerves!

There was a knock on my door.
"Oi, mafia boss. It's me."
I scowled. It just had to be her.
"I'm busy, go away", I shouted.
I didn't want to see her. She makes me feel sick.
Sick because I fell for her.
And I didn't want that.

She's a distraction, a very tempting one. (Y/n) is rude, but also...
...I can't.
I want to have her in my arms, I want to call her mine, I-
No.
I've sworn not to fall in love again, I won't cut myself on this stupid shit again.

"You're not even going to open for pasta?", she asked.
"Fine. Come in."
The door opened and revealed her, dressed in her homewear and having a plate in her hand.
"You haven't eaten all day", she muttered. "Flavio forced me to bring it to you."
(Y/n) approached my desk and handed me the plate.
"Grazie..." I took it, my hand brushing hers. I felt heat rising to my face.
"Prego...", she replied.

I glanced at her.
Her cheeks were red, and she looked away.
"I'll be going then", she said before rushing out of my office.
I put the plate to the side and continued working.

She looked cute, with her messy (h/c) hair, and even cuter when she was flustered.
I chuckled.

And then I frowned again.
She's distracting me again.
I threw my pen onto the desk, out of frustration.
I cursed, before standing up and stomping towards my door.
Swinging the door open, (y/n) yelped and fell - on top of me.

~your pov~

I heard cursing.
'Temper tantrum?', I asked myself.
I leaned against the door.
"No way he blushed...", I mumbled.
Curious, I decided to linger at his door.
And, all of a sudden I heard loud footsteps and the door swung open - causing me to fall.

And where did I land?

On top of Luciano.

"..."

"..."

I landed face first on his chest.
For some reason I wasn't able to get up.
I tried moving my arms, but my body wouldn't respond.
Antonio's tomatoes would be put to shame if you compared them to me right now.
I could feel his heartbeat - it was also racing, just like mine.

After another five seconds I regained control over my body and stood up as quickly as I could.
"What... The fuck were you doing there...?", Luciano asked, also standing now.
"I-I...", I stammered. I wasn't able to formulate a proper sentence, I was so flustered...

He looked a little flustered too, but he still managed to glare at me.
I, on the other hand was so flustered I was ashamed of even looking at him.

And I did the only thing I could think off right now.

Run.

~Back to Luciano~

I couldn't think clearly anymore.
My heart was racing and my head was spinning.
I was still standing there, unsure what to do.

She ran off, and I wanted to go after her, but I refused.
As I said, a tempting distraction.
I was very tempted to just wrap my arms around her and keep her close.
But I refused, because I mustn't.

"Aw, I lost", Lutz complained.
"It was obvious", Kuro spoke.
I peeked outside, to see both of them standing in the hallway, while Lutz paid Kuro off for their stupid bet-

"I was so sure they would at least hug, such a pity."
"Indeed. I need some inspiration for my new artwork."

I decided that I couldn't stay silent anymore.
"What are you two talking about."

Lutz smirked at me. "Your girlfriend."
I felt my eye twitch.
Lutz chuckled and walked away, Kuro followed him.

I returned to my office, slammed my door shut and continued working.
"I don't need this piece of shit..."

Although, for some reason, these words made it worse, instead of easing the pain in my chest.

~And back to you~

I ran outside, not giving a shit where to.
I couldn't describe the feeling in my chest - it just feels... Fucked up.

It was late afternoon, and the streets weren't too crowded.
I held my head low, not sure if my face was still red.

I felt like I wanted something sweet.
Looking around for a café, my eyes fell onto a small, cute bakery.

The sign was pink, and the text was blue.
It said: "Ollie's Bakery."
I walked in and there was a little bell, which rang when I walked in.

The display showed gorgeous cakes and pastries, which made my mouth water.

The interior was quite nice, a few small tables with matching chairs. The color scheme was pastel colors, mostly pink and blue.

"Hello, poppet! Can I do something for you?"

I looked up to face the owner of the shop.
He was strawberry blonde, he had baby blue eyes and thick eyebrows, he was dressed in too much pink for my taste-

Oh my god.

"Well, this is awkward..."