Problem Solving! (Various 2p Countries x Female Reader)

Let's give it a try. (2p Italy x Reader)

~2p! Mafia Boss! Italy x Soft-spoken! Reader~

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        Luciano sat in his study, absentmindedly tapping his favorite throwing knife on his mahogany wood desk while reading the report he had gotten from one of his men. He crumpled the paper in his fist. The mafia boss tossed the paper into the trashcan that sat beside his desk and gave a low growl.

        "Those idioti! Can't they do anything right?!" He raged. The Italian's little ranting session was cut short by a soft knock on his door.

        "Luciano... Can I come in?" You asked meekly. You hated when he got upset like this. It usually meant that you would have to stay up late hours to clean up the study later that evening when he went out to do his "business".

        "Sì. You may enter," he said as he put a hand on his hip and pinched the bridge of his nose so that he could calm down. You entered quietly, closing the large oak door behind you softly. You walked over to him and stood in front of him for a moment. Luciano opened his eyes while removing his fingers from the bridge of his nose and gave you something close to a true smile. He opened his arms, a gesture he only made towards you when you both where alone. It was his way of silently saying that he wanted to cuddle you.

        You obliged and moved in closer to him. His arms settled around your waist as you rested your hands and head on his chest, listening to his somewhat still rapid heartbeat. He rested his head on top of yours and took in the sweet smell of your shampoo. Luciano didn't know why, but you seemed to be the only person that could ever calm him down like this after one of his rampages.

        "What happened this time?" You quietly asked him.

        "Those bastardi fucked up the negotiation last night, and now I have to go and do it myself! What is the use of having henchmen if they can't do anything right?!" He ranted. His hold on you tightened every so slightly, causing you to flinch. Luciano took notice and loosened his hold. "Sorry bella," he apologized.

        "It's okay. I know you didn't mean to," you said into his chest. You both stood in the same position in silence until you decided to break it. "Hey Luciano?"

        "Sì? What is it?"

        "Why do you never call me your girlfriend?" Luciano's eyes widened.

        "What do you mean?"

        "You've never called me your girlfriend. Even when you introduce me to other mafia bosses, you just say that I am an acquaintance of yours. To be honest, it kind of hurts to know that you don't want others to know what I am to you. It's like you're embarrassed by me," you said as you moved away from him. You turned away, putting your head down and crossing your arms over your chest. Luciano was stunned to say the least. He didn't expect a question like that from you. He hung his head just like you had and walked up behind you. Luciano wrapped his arms around your waist once again and nuzzled his face into your neck.

        "Do you want to know why I don't call you my girlfriend, or introduce you as such to the others?" He questioned as he gently kissed your neck, making you go red in the face from his touch.

        "Yes please. Maybe then I could fix what I have done wro-"

        "No (y/n). You can't fix anything. There is nothing for you to fix. You have done nothing wrong. The reason I don't introduce you to other mafia bosses as anything more than an acquaintance is because I don't want you to get hurt. If I told them, "This is my girlfriend, (y/n), and I love her very much," they are going to take you from me and use you against me. I don't want you to be put through the shit that they are capable of. I could never live with myself knowing that you are either being tortured or dead because of what I do," he explained.