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Italy x Reader- Scary Movie
You were just getting home from work that evening when your phone rang in your back pocket. You answered the call, and smiled when you heard the happy Italian's voice on the other line. "Hi Italy!" You said automatically. "Ve~ ciao bella!" Feliciano answered. "Hey bella, can you come over and make pasta with me?" He asked innocently. You blushed, twirling the hem of your skirt idly. Italy was your friend, but more recently you had started to have… other feelings towards him.
"Of course, Feliciano! I would love to!" You exclaimed happily. "Okay ______, see you at my house in ten minutes!" He said cheerfully, hanging up the phone. You rushed into your closet and changed into a simple (f/c) sundress and matching sandals. You brushed your teeth once again that day, and let your silky (h/c) hair hand down your back.
Lucky for you, Italy lived next door.
"Hi, ______!" Italy laughed, ushering you inside his house. You were brought straight into the kitchen, where you saw all the ingredients already set out on the counter. You worked on boiling the pasta while Italy made the tomato sauce. During that time, you two talked about everything from Germany to pasta. Afterwards Italy made you sit at the table while he served you and himself. That's when you noticed that a certain fratello was missing.
"Hey Italy, where's Romano?" You asked, expecting to see the grouch leaning in the door frame eating a tomato. "He went to Spain's house after work… so he probably won't be back until tomorrow morning. I was kinda lonely… so that's why I invited you here." He said, eating his pasta while trying to explain why Germany couldn't make it, either.
After dinner, you and Feliciano decided to watch a movie. Italy put in a romantic comedy made in his country, and settled down onto the couch next to you. The screen flickered on, and your stomach lurched as some scary movie you couldn't name began to play. "I-Italy…" You moaned, noticing that Italy was shaking as well.
"T-that's not the movie I put in!" Feliciano stuttered, but by that time you were both too scared to leave the couch and switch the movie. At one point you and Feliciano were clinging to each other, shaking in fear. "It's okay b-bella," Italy said through chattering teeth, patting your head awkwardly. Even though you were scared out of your wits, you were glad that Italy tried to act brave for the both of you.
The closer you got to the end of the movie, the more terrified you both were. Suddenly there was a loud crash of thunder, and the power flickered off. You screamed, burying yourself in Feliciano's arms. You had been scared of thunder ever since you were little, and you and Feliciano both knew it.
There was another crash of thunder, causing the whole house to shake. You whimpered, and Italy tried his best to ease the mood. When that didn't work, he simply pulled you onto his lap. You felt yourself blush madly. Little did you know, Italy could feel the heat radiating off your face.
You two sat in silence for what seemed like hours, until he finally spoke up. "______..." He mumbled thoughtfully, an idea forming in his head. You turned to look the brunette in the eyes, which had opened. They were a warm brown color, reminding you of the autumn.
"Feliciano…" You whimpered, suddenly feeling his warm breath on your face. "______... have you ever… been kissed by a boy before?" He asked, and you realized what was going to happen. You felt your heart speed up, and your (e/c) orbs widen. "N-" You were suddenly cut off by Feliciano's kiss.
You tasted tomatoes and parmesan cheese on his lips. He pulled away quickly, pink tingeing his cheeks. "I'm sorry, ______." He said, looking away. You tilted your head slightly. "What are you talking about, Feliciano?" You asked, worried. "I shouldn't have kissed you without your consent… I'm sorry!" He sobbed, and you smiled. "Te amo, Feliciano." You said, and Italy gasped. "Really?"
You nodded. "Te amo, ______." He said, leaning in for another kiss. This time you relished every last bit of it, feeling safe in Italy's arms.
You were just getting home from work that evening when your phone rang in your back pocket. You answered the call, and smiled when you heard the happy Italian's voice on the other line. "Hi Italy!" You said automatically. "Ve~ ciao bella!" Feliciano answered. "Hey bella, can you come over and make pasta with me?" He asked innocently. You blushed, twirling the hem of your skirt idly. Italy was your friend, but more recently you had started to have… other feelings towards him.
"Of course, Feliciano! I would love to!" You exclaimed happily. "Okay ______, see you at my house in ten minutes!" He said cheerfully, hanging up the phone. You rushed into your closet and changed into a simple (f/c) sundress and matching sandals. You brushed your teeth once again that day, and let your silky (h/c) hair hand down your back.
Lucky for you, Italy lived next door.
"Hi, ______!" Italy laughed, ushering you inside his house. You were brought straight into the kitchen, where you saw all the ingredients already set out on the counter. You worked on boiling the pasta while Italy made the tomato sauce. During that time, you two talked about everything from Germany to pasta. Afterwards Italy made you sit at the table while he served you and himself. That's when you noticed that a certain fratello was missing.
"Hey Italy, where's Romano?" You asked, expecting to see the grouch leaning in the door frame eating a tomato. "He went to Spain's house after work… so he probably won't be back until tomorrow morning. I was kinda lonely… so that's why I invited you here." He said, eating his pasta while trying to explain why Germany couldn't make it, either.
After dinner, you and Feliciano decided to watch a movie. Italy put in a romantic comedy made in his country, and settled down onto the couch next to you. The screen flickered on, and your stomach lurched as some scary movie you couldn't name began to play. "I-Italy…" You moaned, noticing that Italy was shaking as well.
"T-that's not the movie I put in!" Feliciano stuttered, but by that time you were both too scared to leave the couch and switch the movie. At one point you and Feliciano were clinging to each other, shaking in fear. "It's okay b-bella," Italy said through chattering teeth, patting your head awkwardly. Even though you were scared out of your wits, you were glad that Italy tried to act brave for the both of you.
The closer you got to the end of the movie, the more terrified you both were. Suddenly there was a loud crash of thunder, and the power flickered off. You screamed, burying yourself in Feliciano's arms. You had been scared of thunder ever since you were little, and you and Feliciano both knew it.
There was another crash of thunder, causing the whole house to shake. You whimpered, and Italy tried his best to ease the mood. When that didn't work, he simply pulled you onto his lap. You felt yourself blush madly. Little did you know, Italy could feel the heat radiating off your face.
You two sat in silence for what seemed like hours, until he finally spoke up. "______..." He mumbled thoughtfully, an idea forming in his head. You turned to look the brunette in the eyes, which had opened. They were a warm brown color, reminding you of the autumn.
"Feliciano…" You whimpered, suddenly feeling his warm breath on your face. "______... have you ever… been kissed by a boy before?" He asked, and you realized what was going to happen. You felt your heart speed up, and your (e/c) orbs widen. "N-" You were suddenly cut off by Feliciano's kiss.
You tasted tomatoes and parmesan cheese on his lips. He pulled away quickly, pink tingeing his cheeks. "I'm sorry, ______." He said, looking away. You tilted your head slightly. "What are you talking about, Feliciano?" You asked, worried. "I shouldn't have kissed you without your consent… I'm sorry!" He sobbed, and you smiled. "Te amo, Feliciano." You said, and Italy gasped. "Really?"
You nodded. "Te amo, ______." He said, leaning in for another kiss. This time you relished every last bit of it, feeling safe in Italy's arms.
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Italy: Ve~ I was brave!
Me: Sure...
France: They should have done more...
Me: What the heck?! *Hits France with frying pan*
Italy: GERMANY!!! RIYOU HIT FRANCE AGAIN!!!
Germany: *Pats me on the shoulder proudly* Prussia and I raised you well.
Prussia: OH NO!!! FRAAANCE!!!!!
England: I think the Wanker's dead.
Japan: I guess I have to do the copyrights..
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Lyden (c) Riyou
You (c) .... does this say... RUSSiA-SAN?!?!
Russia: ^J^ kolkolkolkolkolkol
Me: Well, Enjoy!
Me: Sure...
France: They should have done more...
Me: What the heck?! *Hits France with frying pan*
Italy: GERMANY!!! RIYOU HIT FRANCE AGAIN!!!
Germany: *Pats me on the shoulder proudly* Prussia and I raised you well.
Prussia: OH NO!!! FRAAANCE!!!!!
England: I think the Wanker's dead.
Japan: I guess I have to do the copyrights..
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Lyden (c) Riyou
You (c) .... does this say... RUSSiA-SAN?!?!
Russia: ^J^ kolkolkolkolkolkol
Me: Well, Enjoy!
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Sooo CUTE!!!