Why me? [2p! Italy x Reader]

RW: Chapter 13

~Allen's pov~

Holy shit...

That girl was crazy. And lucky.

Lucky enough to beat me up with my own baseball bat.
I could see that murderous look in her eyes - and I must say, it looked pretty hot.

Thanks to me being a country, my face healed quickly.
Come to think of it, when I hit her with my bat, she didn't bleed for long either.

Could it be...?

Guess I gotta ask Oliver.

~back to you~

I shut myself into my room.
I was scared of myself.
What if I lost control again? And what if I let it out in my mother? Or Alfred?

My mother knocked softly on my door.
"Honey, are you okay? You've been acting a little strange lately", she said.
"I-I'm fine, mom", I stammered.
"You don't sound alright... If there's anything you want to tell me, you can. I won't get mad."
"..."
"I'll go downstairs now, okay?"

Her footsteps became gradually quieter, indicating that she left.

I buried my face in my hands.
What is happening to me?

...I wish I never went to that prom.

I wouldn't have done that if I didn't go in the first place.

My head hurt.
I guess I'll just go to bed...

I wrapped myself up in my blanket and closed my eyes, but as soon as I did, images were flashing in my head.

Screaming, corpses.

It terrified me.
I opened my eyes immediately, but the screams were still ringing in my ears.

But that wasn't the only thing I saw.
I also saw someone, someone who saved me, I think.
The only thing that I remember of him, were his magenta eyes.

Magenta.

These mesmerizing pools of magenta.

They belonged to Luciano Vargas.

I rushed out of my room without a word and made my way to the nearest taxi stand.

"You have some explaining to do, Vargas."

~And finally, back to Luciano~

It has gotten worse.

I don't have any sickness, at least that's what the doctor told me.

The pain in my chest is getting stronger and stronger every day.
It gets even worse when anyone mentions (y/n).

I've known her for a long time.
I was the one who found her.
I wanted to bring her home to live with me, my grandfather and my brother, but my grandfather said she couldn't stay.

So I found Miss (l/n), who gladly took her in.
And I've never seen her again, until I attended highschool.

Other than that, nothing happened between us.

I stared at the door.
The reason I kidnapped her was what I found out about her.
That she might be special because she and her 2p merged.

I suppose I was wrong.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

Speaking of the devil...

"Hello", she said. "Thought you'd get rid of me, huh."

I frowned, but actually my heart was racing.
There it was again, this ridiculous feeling.

She walked in and closed the door.

"I want the truth", she spoke.
I rose an eyebrow.
"What am I? And why can't I remember anything before highschool?"

"You won't believe me", I muttered.
"I would even believe it if you told me I was a killer unicorn", she replied. "I just killed somebody. I beat him to death. And also... He hit me with a baseball bat with nails. The wound healed in less than ten seconds."

Baseball bat with nails...

"You didn't kill him", I told her.
"I did. His face looked worse than mashed potatoes."
I chuckled. "We can't die."

She stared at me, confused, shocked.
"Why?"
"Because, (c/n)", I whispered. "We are countries."
"Countries?"
"Personifications of the countries. I, for example am Northern Italy. 2p Northern Italy to be exact. The guy you beat up was 2p America", I explained.
"What is a 2p?"
"There are two personifications of each country - the Second Players are usually the 'bad ones'."
"Then... I am (c/n)? 1p... (c/n)?"
"Sì... But not really. You're actually your 1p and 2p. That's why you lost your memories. They were lost when you merged."
Her eyes narrowed.
"But you know what I forgot", she uttered. "You seemed to be... A major part of my memories."

"Not really. Probably because I meant a lot to you back then."
"Then what role did you play?"
I twirled the pen in my hand.
"You were alone. I found you, and brought you to your foster mother", I said.

"...I see. Did you know my 2p?"
"No. But I've heard of her. I heard that she was an assassin, if I remember correctly", I answered. "Is that all you want to know?"

"No, I still have a question."
"And what would that be?", I asked, slightly irritated.
(Y/n) looked at me, before taking a deep breath.
"Why does my heart race and my head spin when I see you, why does my chest hurt when we're apart, why do I feel like I'm so happy to see you?"

"I..."
I didn't know what to say.
Those were the exact same symptoms I had the last few weeks.
She looked down, she seemed embarrassed that she asked this.

I got up from my chair, and approached her.

And what she did next, took me by surprise.

~your pov~

He got up and approached me.

I felt so strange.
My cheeks flared up because I just confessed.
Confessed to someone who probably didn't return these feelings.

And yet, I felt like my body moved on it's own - just like before, when I fought with Allen.

When he came close enough, I stepped closer to him and moved my face closer to his, our lips only inches apart.

"I need an answer", I pleaded.
"I need to know if you feel the same."
My eyes were locked with his, and before I knew it, I closed the distance between our lips.
It was as if I was craving for this forever, and this strange desire was finally fulfilled.

His arms sneaked around my waist, mine around his neck.

All of the emotions I had bottled up, be it in the past or now were flowing into this kiss, making it even more passionate.

When I was out of air, I pulled away, panting.

"Ti amo. Hai conquistato il mio cuore, (y/n)", he whispered.
"I love you too..."

Finally.

I got answers.