Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Mama Mia, Here We Go

Ah yes, more hellish nightmare-inducing joy, BIT enjoy, everyone else can enjoy too if they so choose. Of course 2p!Italy isn't everybody's cup of tea, right and the reader is a male human.   

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Luciano Fiorella Vargas watched from his perch at the bar with a slight scowl as another person hit on the bartender, (y/n), as he flitted from place to place making drinks and whatnot. The Italian man was of course in no way going to dissuade the flirters because last time the authorities got involved and it was a trying time.

"Luci, I'm off now. Come on, we have plans right?" The (h/c) man crossed his arms as he stood behind the Italian who growled inwardly at the passing time.

"Right, tesoro, I just-a need to-" Luciano stopped as his partner raised a finger.

"I took care of it. Besides, you look like you're going to start a fight with the next person who speaks to me and we wouldn't want that if we are going to have-" Luciano by this point had grabbed (y/n)'s hand and had set his course towards the two's shared home. 

"Don't speak a word of that near those idiots." The Italian had slowed down and let the (h/c) man catch up to him.

"I wasn't going to go into detail." He whined before falling into silence for a bit. "Hey, Luci, remember how we met?"

"Five years ago today, tesoro, I remember." Luciano hummed in a level of calm that usually only (y/n) can put him into.

"I didn't know you cared that much to count years." (y/n) teased. 

"I'm offended that you would think me so heartless, tesoro." the Italian teased back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flash back~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(y/n) was serving drinks at the world meeting by request. He was so busy doing tricks with his shaker that on more than one occasion he almost dropped or hit one of the delegates, safe to say he was green. One of the delegates, a Frenchman, threw his drink on the bartender after not getting exactly what he wants and walking away saying something incoherent about that being cheap garbage or whatever. The poor (h/c) man was lead away by Flavio Vargas to change and whatnot.

That concerned Luciano because the last time there was a mess and loose ends that he had to take care of and god willing he refuses to have a repeat. He went after the two men quietly. He heard them talk about various things that were not as concerning as he thought. Luciano stopped and leaned against the wall waiting for his brother or the bartender to come back only to stand there for far longer than expected. He advanced annoyed.

"Fratello, che cazzo ci fai qui?"(brother, what the f**k are you doing in here)  Luciano threw open the door to where he heard talking that was most certainly a problem, he spoke too soon as once he noticed the shirtless (y/n) the Italian flushed.

"It isn't what it looks like, Luciano." Flavio was in the middle of fitting a little something he worked up onto the (h/c) man.

"It looks like another loose end Flavio." Luciano coughed before sneering at the blond Italian.

"A tailored shirt is no premise for loose ends." Flavio crossed his arms. 

"Mr. Vargas, I can go home and just get another-" (y/n) was cut off by the two men.

"Not until this is sorted out.""Nonsense tesoro, a man deserves a good shirt."

"Well then, I'll just go clean my station in a t-shirt." (y/n) headed for the door only to be stopped again.

"I refuse." Luciano clamped his hand on the shirtless man's shoulder with a growl.

"Well, what the f*ck am I supposed to do then?" the (e/c) man whirled around with a growl of his own.

"Me." Luciano was in his face one moment and was gone with a flushed face the next leaving an equally flustered (y/n) and a giggling Flavio to their own devices.

"Fratello, may have learned something new about himself tesoro. Now come put this on or you'll be exposed to everyone else like this, and we wouldn't want that." Flavio hummed with a smirk as the man slipped on his new shirt and hurried back to work.

Once the meeting, well the eating and mingling part, was done Luciano approached the (h/c) man with a steady smirk and turning on the charm after all the other delegates made their way to the official meeting. 

"Bello, dine with me." the Italian hummed.

"Already ate, how does coffee sound handsome?" He smirked back.

"Perfetto, caro." Luciano purred.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Present~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

"Bello, are you paying attention? We're home already." (y/n) nudged Luciano with his shoulder.

"Once inside I won't have you to myself, caro." The Italian sighed.

"Only for so long, and then I'm all yours." The (h/c) man said as he crossed his arms.

"Baciami, dannazione." (just kiss me, dammit.) Luciano growled once he pulled (y/n) close to himself. (y/n) complied before the door opened to reveal Nona Sophia with her arms crossed.

"You are-a late." She narrowed her eyes at the two.

Her words pulled the two apart as Luciano began apologizing and (y/n) was tackled by two small children.

 "Babbo, will you and Papà, put us to bed?" the more talkative of the two asked as the other one vibrated in joy.

"Of course, luce stellare."(starlight) (y/n) lifted the two laughing children and carried them into the home while Luciano paid Nona Sophia for babysitting before joining his family.