We Ship what we ship (OTP Book)

My Husband is a Mafia Boss-WAIT WHAT?!- Romano X Norami (Hetalia/OC)

A/N: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!! *derp face* I am inspired by the book ‘My Husband is a Mafia Boss’ but I didn’t read that, just the back part so don’t expect me to know much about that book. I just loved the book because it has an awesome cover photo and art! *O*

Okay, enjoy~!

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“There done!” A green-haired girl yelled out to her partner, who turned away from gluing something. “Really? Thanks for helping Norami!” Steven thanked, pushing his glasses. Norami just smiled bigger. “No problem!” She climbed off the ladder and checked her watch. “Shoot! It’s late! I have to get going!” She yelled, getting her bag . “Bye bros!”

“Bye Norami-chan!” Stephen and Minori waved at her. “Be careful…” Minori added to herself, she’s been watching news lately...

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In some bar, a group of men were having fun and drinking beer for some special occasion going on. A brown haired man laughed with his friends but stopped to glance at his other friend alone sitting on the counter.

He ushered his buddies away to go talk to the Italian at the counter who is in his third beer tonight. “Hola Lovi, having fun lately~?” He asked happily, slumping his arm around the Italian boy and sat beside him.

“No…I’m getting married for fucking sake…” Lovino cursed out, hand running his copper brown hair, careful to not touch his own curl and drank the rest of the beer away. Antonio frowned at him, worried for his best friend. “Look, it’s not really bad; Julius is picking some girls to be your bride. Maybe one of them might be the right one for you….”

“Piss off, tomato-bastard.” Lovino is not listening to Antonio again, the bartender got him another beer and he immediately drank most of it, smacking the cup down the wood.

He stood up, grabbing his hat and fixed his slightly undone tuxedo. “I’m leaving.” Lovino mumbled in anger and exited the bar without a word. Antonio watched his retreating back with a frown, hoping that he isn’t too drunk enough to faint in the streets.

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Norami panted, bag’s strip slowly sliding offs her shoulder as she stood where her carpool once stood. “Fuck, they ditched me…Gonna have to use a train then…” She mumbled and ran to the subway….unaware she’s been watched….

She entered the subway, hearing a voice from the sound boxes “Mind the gap…” and trains cackling against their rails, crowds of people around her, running and walking into those shoes and high heels.

She looked around and found the right train to her home; she beamed and entered it just in time the door closed. But another person went in approximately after her…

She found a seat that is completely empty and sat there, breaths of relief escaping her lips. She got out her cell phone; message box filled with angry messages and missed calls. She doubts that they’ll call again, after reading 15 messages from her angry driver and an ‘I-give-up’ message from her older brother.

She put on her earphones and droned into Japanese music. The train suddenly stops, making her jerk to the side a bit; she had to hold onto the bars to hold herself.

Norami watches people filling the train and saw a boy with a weird looking curl popping out under a fedora and walking rather lazily to her side, sitting rather loudly in stress, at least that’s what she thought.

He noticed she’s been watching him, his cooper hazel eyes glared straight at her green ones, it only made him angrier because her eyes remembered him of a certain Spaniard. “What are you looking at?” He hissed and Norami jumped. “N-Nothing…” With that, she looked away and tried to ignore the pissed out Italian.