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somehow-a-writer · 11 days ago

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Brothers {2P North & South Italy X Poly Reader}

(Y/N) lived with Luciano, Flavio, Klaus, Lutz, and Kuro. The house and property were thankfully quite spacious thanks to the financial income of the Italians alone; that's not to say everyone else didn't work as well. Actually, you practically had to convince Klaus, Luciano, and Flavio that you wanted to keep your job. Everyone was special to you in some way, shape, or form. Klaus was like an older brother to you, definitely a better influence than your siblings. Lutz and Kuro liked to mess with you but they still cared for you. Not like Kuro would willingly or easily admit to that though.

As for Flavio and Luciano, you had fallen for them and man did you fall hard. They would flirt with you and you would always flirt back. You weren't especially close to either but to say you weren't anxious about telling them that you were polyamorous or that you were in love with both of them would be quite the lie. It made you extremely anxious to potentially lose two people you cared so deeply for. But you never know what life will through at you.

You were waiting for the kettle you rummaged through the cabinets for the tea that you and Klaus wanted. You sighed, noticing it was slightly just out of your reach. You stood on your tip toes, using the counter for extra support in trying to get higher. Lutz came in to grab a snack, and noticing your struggle he decided to help. Well, maybe not help you per se. Right as you grabbed the box of tea, he smacked your ass which earned a surprised squeak from you.

You whipped around to see who the culprit was, despite having a pretty fair guess. "For fucks sake, really Lutz!?" He shoots you a cheeky grin and a shrug before looking through the pantry.

"What can I say frau[1]? I couldn't resist." Klaus and Luciano walk in, Klaus going over to you to grab the mugs while Luciano goes to investigate why you were shouting. Klaus grabbed a couple of mugs, holding them up to check your approval; after earning a nod, he set them down and added the tea bags to them before you added the water.

"Lutz, what did you do this time?" You set the kettle down, leaning against the counter beside Klaus to see what happens. Lutz simply shrugged.

"Don't worry too much about it. It's just Lutz being Lutz." Luciano gave you a questioning look before reaching over and giving Lutz a DiNozzo smack.

"I swear, if he does something you don't like then say something or give him a smack so he learns." Luciano sighed as he grabbed a mug and tea bag of his own, filling the cup with water after throwing the bag in. You give a sheepish smile before taking a drink. Klaus gives you a supportive pat on the back, taking a drink from his mug.

"Mmm... Good choice for tea. We don't have this enough." Klaus hums softly as he lowers his mug.

"Agreed. I think it's one of our newer ones though. Definitely need to have more often though." You smile, letting the mug warm your hands. Lutz and Luciano talked about various things while Klaus and you partially listened. Kuro walked passed, giving a small, questioning pause as to why almost everyone was standing around the kitchen; he quickly shrugged it off before continuing on his way to the backyard to practice his swordsmanship.

After breaking up an agreement between Luciano and Lutz before it got out of hand, you washed up your now-empty mug. As you were just finishing up you heard fast approaching footsteps. Before you could turn around, however, someone excitedly glomped you from behind. You didn't really have to turn around to know that it was Flavio. "Bella! I found the best pattern and fabric for a dress and I want you to be the one to have it. Will you let me take your measurements and get you fitted for it? Per favore[2]?"

"I don't know, Flavi... You know I'm not really one for dresses." It's not because they weren't your style or anything. You actually found them quite cute. It was because you were self-conscious about being curvier than most. Which ended up in you avoiding certain clothes, even if you loved them. Everyone, whether you knew they or not, would swear that you look gorgeous no matter what. They got a point too.

Flavio shook his head, turning you around to face him. "Si, I know. But you know what I also know? Sometimes the best way to fight insecurities about something is to just do the thing. No matter what it is. Want to create something artistic but nervous about the results? Just do it. You can gain experience and it doesn't have to be your only attempt either. Besides, even if you may be worried about the results, doesn't mean the final product won't turn out amazing."

Halfway through listening, you rested your head against his chest. You already gave in since you know he had a damn good point. "Alright, I guess. I can't exactly fight you there. Lead the way." Flavio grins proudly as he takes hold of your hand before dragging you off to his studio. He seemed more excited about this project than some of his other recent ones. You couldn't place why though. You were just happy to see him with a replenished spark.

Once you arrived at the studio, Flavio guided you behind a folding curtain. "Strip down to your undergarments. It gives more accurate measurements and it'll be easier when you try on pieces before I begin sewing. Don't worry, I have a robe for you for in between." You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you followed his instructions. You shyly step out from behind the curtain, one arm crossed over your torso to hold the other.

"Now what do you want me to do?" Flavio gestured to a small pedestal nearby. You walked over and stood on top of it as Flavio took the measuring tape off from around his neck and came up to you.

"You know bella, this set really suits you. I could eat you right up." He commented, giving you a wink as he went to write down the first set of measurements. if it wasn't clear you were blushing before, it was now. You could've sworn your face warmed up five degrees more. The rest of the measuring went by quickly and soon enough you were handed the robe while Flavio went to get started on the fabric. You slipped on the robe before sitting on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through social media on your phone.

Occasionally there would chatter between both of you as he worked, as well as some flirting here and there when the opportunity arose. Before you knew it, Flavio had everything pinned together for the first part and had you back on the pedestal to check for any adjustments. He helped you carefully put it on so you wouldn't accidentally poke yourself on any of the pins. You watched as he looked around, making a couple of adjustments here and there.

You didn't notice the soft smile that graced your lips as you watched him so concentrated on his work. You always admired his passion for fashion and how talented he was. Every time his fingers brushed against your skin it was quickly followed by goosebumps dancing around. Flavio had to constantly remind himself to keep focused on the project at hand. However, that didn't stop him from leaving butterfly kisses in a few random spots. Every small kiss earned a bit of a shiver from you which left Flavio trying harder to keep his focus and you trying not to melt under his touch every time.

Once he seemed satisfied with it, he helped you out of the top and went to sew it together. you slipped the robe back on again before sitting down and scrolling through your phone. You ended up back on the pedestal not too much longer later due to sewing being a much faster process. He seemed satisfied with it, giving a bit of a nod. "We're not quite done with this piece just yet so please bear with me for more pins." Flavio gave you an apologetic smile, knowing how annoying pins can be especially when you're the one at risk of accidentally being stabbed by them.

You give a small smile back, nodding. "No problem. You have a vision and I trust you without a doubt. Besides, I know you're not going to treat me like a pin cushion." The two of you share a small giggle as he grabs the next bit of fabric to be pinned on and into place. As Flavio works, you hear the door open, causing your cheeks to flush a bright pink. You glanced at a nearby mirror that was pointed towards the door and noticed Luciano stood frozen in the doorway with a book in his hands; he seemed just as surprised as you were, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes widened. He wasn't expecting to walk in and see you practically half naked, to be fair neither were you.

Luciano cleared his throat, walking over to the couch and setting the book down on it. Flavio shot his brother a questioning look between adding pins. Luciano never comes in here when he knows Flavio is working leaving the latter confused. "Mi dispiace[4] for interrupting. (Y/N), your sister was trying to get ahold of you about planning something. I guess it was kind of urgent because she called the house phone." You furrow your brows, trying to think about what could've been so urgent.

Not wanting to disturb Flavio's groove too much, you ask Luciano to bring your phone over so you can call (S/N) back. Or at least return her texts. Luciano nodded and brought it over, standing off to the side. He looked at the cover for the pattern. "Is this the one you're making for the bella?" He looked up at you both, watching you quickly type away responses to help your sister.

"Hm? Oh, si! Don't you think it will look magnifica[5] on her?" Flavio questions, finishing the last of the pinning of the extra layer of fabric. "Okay... Everything is in place. You don't have to worry too much about being poked unless one moves for some reason. Luci, can you lend me a hand for a moment?" You hum in acknowledgment, putting your arms up. It didn't take too long to pick up on how Flavio helped remove the garment to keep everything in place but also so you wouldn't accidentally poke yourself.

"Mhmm. Very much so." Luciano quirked a brow for a moment before going over to help his brother. Better to help and get it done sooner rather than later. For a couple of reasons but he also thought you were getting a bit chilly and would want to wrap up in the robe. Once the top part was removed, you and Luciano went to the couch, he helping you into the robe. You smile and kiss his cheek as you tie the string in the front. You sit down, grabbing the book and patting the spot next to you. Luciano wordlessly sits beside you, pulling you against him.

You rest your head against his chest, smiling a bit more up at him. "Thank you." You opened up your book to where you last left off. Everything seemed peaceful. It was nice being able to cuddle up to Luciano as you read, listening to Flavio work a few feet away and occasionally humming to something playing in his head. You were still a bit embarrassed by the fact you were just in your underwear and either a robe part of the time or half-covered the other part. It was something that took getting used to. Not to mention how chilly it was in such little clothing. A lot of learning was done today as well as a newfound respect for what models have to deal with.

There was an occasional chat as time went by. Flavio worked on sewing the top portion once again, going a bit slower than before so the fabric didn't bunch up and create extra problems. As you were reading, the book took a bit of a spicy turn for a moment. You tried your best to casually tilt your book so Luciano couldn't see but unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, he noticed what you were trying to do. A mischievous smirk played at the corners of his lips, leaning closer to your ear. He whispered in a lower voice, nearly making you jump; not because it sounded bad or anything, you just weren't expecting how low he could go.

"Trying to hide something, are we? Oh? Naughty, naughty girl~." You could feel your face heating up, even stretching to your ears. You hurriedly used the book to cover your face, hoping to hide the worst of the blush. It didn't make any real difference, well aside from potentially helping you try to recover from that mini-heart attack. Luciano chuckled, using the arm that was wrapped around you to give you a small squeeze. "Adorabile[6]." You let out an embarrassed little whine, peering up at him from over the top of your book.

It took at least a good five minutes for your heart to recover him Lucianos' teasing. Part of why it made it harder was that smirk, his chuckle and damn his voice could get you normally. But that? God damn. No matter how much teasing or various antics you've dealt with from the Italian brothers, you didn't think you would ever truly get used to it. As for the brunette beside you? He loved your different reactions. He didn't always express it but it always made his heart swell. Every time he tried something new or reused something, he wondered you'd react. And he loved every single one. The blonde working across the room was fairly the same. He loved teasing you. He was curious about your reactions and often fawned over you afterward, talking about how adorable you were. He, without fail, would always react one way or another to your reactions to his teasing.

After a couple more chapters, Flavio called you over to the pedestal. You tried on the top once again, Flavio checking to make sure everything was correct thus far and if anywhere needs adjusting. Seemingly satisfied, he helped you into the pinned skirt. He adjusted a few parts, repinning them before stepping back and looking it over thus far. "Perfect. Now bella, you're going to be dealing with quite a few more pins with this part. There's a couple extra layers after this base but I promise it will be worth it."

"Ah, okay. I am growing more excited as you finish each piece. I'm sure the final product will turn out wonderful." You smile warmly, carefully removing the clothes with Flavio's help on the skirt. Luciano once more, brought the robe to you, helping you slip it on. You press a quick kiss to each of their cheeks before going back to your book. Flavio lovingly watched you for a moment, his heart melting at the simple yet sweet gesture. A light pink dusted Luciano's cheeks, surprised by the sudden affectionate act. It took all he had not to steal a proper kiss from you as he joined you on the couch, pulling you close once more. He whispered a small 'grazie[7]' with a kiss to the top of your head.

As the calm environment continued, a few conversations went around due to either weird or questionable moments in your book that you mentioned to the boys for their opinions. It led to quite a few jokes and serious conversations about what could've happened where the book cut off at left a lot more questions than answers. Flavio sewed the main portion of the skirt fairly quickly before he moved on to cutting the next couple of pieces that were needed. Before he could even think about requesting to borrow your time once more, someone, quite unnecessarily, dramatically burst into the room.

Reflexively, you and Luciano glanced at the new person before resuming what you were doing before. You recognized her as one of the models that worked for Flavio. She was quite bitchy with everyone for some unknown reason, well aside from Flavio who she constantly tried wooing. Despite all her efforts ending in complete failure, she never stopped. She had a problem with you immediately, not even speaking with you. It left you baffled but some are just like that. Besides you didn't have to deal with her aside from a couple of occasions, typically helping or attending Flavio's fashion shows. If you had to sum her personality up, it would be qualified as an 'entitled bitch' without a second thought.

"Flaviiiii!~ You haven't shown me the designs for the next show yet. Why nooot?" She whined in a high-pitched, almost valley girl-like voice. You winced slightly from her voice, managing to hide it. You placed your bookmark in your current spot before standing. You adjusted the robe as you went towards one of the far corners that had a mini fridge, basic first aid kit, and a few different brands of over-the-counter painkillers. You were already on the verge of a headache, from who knows where, and that whiny voice wasn't helping. You knew Luciano was going to want some as well due to his disdain for people like her.

"I already told you, I'm changing things up. You will see when everyone else does. If that's all, kindly leave. As you can see, I'm in the middle of something for mio caro amico[8]." You grabbed one of the water bottles from the fridge and some medicine. Taking a drink with the medicine, you could hear the annoyed, overly dramatic sigh coming from the model. You admired Flavio for being able to handle so many people with this attitude but you also felt bad that some of them had no basic respect. Flavio was quite the professional, unlike most of the models you've encountered thus far. It was sad honestly. Luciano would never admit it but he did feel sorry for his brother for the fact he has to deal with this shit.

"I don't care. You always showed me first. No one really cares about the bitch over there, so come ooooon. Everyone already knows I'm your favorite. Even the media!" The model huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she tried to convince Flavio to change his mind. Everyone paused a moment, trying to comprehend what the hell was going through this chick's head and how she thought that argument would do anything to help her case. Luciano was ready to grab whatever sharp object was nearby and deal with her already.

Flavio beat him to the punch, however. Not literally. He stopped what he was doing, turning to the model with furrowed brows. "I have made my decision, everyone sees it at the same time. I have dealt with your shitty attitude for a while now and have tried to give you multiple chances to redeem yourself. This was the final chance you had. You're fired. (Y/N) has done nothing to you for you to treat her in such a way. No one insults someone I love and doesn't suffer from consequences. Leave, now."

You blinked a few times at the quick defense, smiling warmly. You figured he had just meant it in a friendly way considering he referred to you as a 'dear friend' earlier. "Thank you, Flavio, for the support. I love ya too." Flavio gave a soft sigh through his nose, shaking his head. He walked over to you, cupping your cheek. Luciano watched with a slight scowl, having an idea of what Flavio was planning. The problem was he didn't know your response.

"No, (Y/N). I love you." With that, he closed the gap between you with a gentle, loving kiss. It took a moment for your brain to catch up to what was happening. When it did, you returned his kiss, melting into it as your hands landed on his chest. While Flavio's and your hearts quickened, Luciano's dropped. He shook his head, quietly standing and walking away. He wasn't going to stay for this; in his mind, there was no point and you had made your choice.

When you pulled away, you couldn't help the smile that appeared. "I love you too, Flavi. And-" You turned to look at Luciano, noticing him leave right before he disappeared around the door frame. You could feel your chest tighten, muttering a quiet 'fuck'. "I'm sorry! I'll explain later. I have to go get Luci and explain quickly. Was hoping for a better moment... I'll be right back, promise!" With that, you jogged out of the room and down the hall to try to catch Luciano, leaving a partially confused blonde.

You really didn't want things to happen this way. You weren't even planning on telling them this soon. Instead, you were going to wait a few more days, just to make sure you had answers to any possible questions they might have as well as prepare for worst-case scenarios. You called Luciano's name as you went after him. He continued walking, choosing to ignore your calls and pleas.

When you were finally at arm's length, you grabbed his wrist. "Luciano Vargas, please stop and listen to me!" Luciano yanks his wrist from your hold, whipping around to face you. Everything about him screamed pissed off.

"What!? What the actual fuck could you possibly want, huh!? It's obvious who you care about so why are you here!??" He screamed. It was raw and filled with hurt. You had never heard him yell this loud. Hell, you didn't hear how loud he could be passed shouting to someone down the street or a couple of rooms away. To you, it was clear that he made his own conclusions about how you felt. Right now, he left beyond pissed off and betrayed.

He didn't completely mind that you flirted with him and his brother. What he did mind was that you seemed to know who you wanted to be with and just played with his feelings. Unfortunately, because of his habit of jumping to conclusions quickly and then blowing up when he was pissed off, resulted in what you feared. Your mind began thinking the worst. That everything was screwed because of circumstances you couldn't have guessed would happen, did happen.

You could feel your chest tighten as tears clouded your vision. Between the screaming, his reaction, and your anxiety you couldn't stop the tears beginning to spill down your face. You looked down, deciding that avoiding looking at him was better. "I- Sure, right... I'm sorry. I won't bother you again..." You turned on your heel, voice barely above a whisper as it cracked. "I still love you." You confessed before your shoulder shook with a sob. You started quickly walking back down the hall a few doors. Luciano stood frozen for a minute, processing your confession.

He shook his head, finishing the walk back to his room. He closed it with a bit of force before pacing. After that, neither of you were in a good spot to sit down and talk about what happened. Maybe later. But right now, it would only make things worse. Arriving at Klaus' door, you knock and call out, hoping he was there. You tried keeping the voice cracks or sobs under control, failing miserably. You heard rushed footsteps on the other side before the door swung open.

Klaus looked at you worried, seeing how distraught you were. He had heard Luciano yell but wasn't quite sure about what since he had a show playing. He took your hand, pulling you inside before locking the door so you could have some peace. You both sat down on the bed beside each other. Wordlessly, Klaus opened his arms to you. You paused, fresh and larger tears hitting you immediately. You fall into his offered hug, choked sobs racking through your body as you cry into his shoulder; Klaus rubs your back and tries to get you to calm down, speaking comforting words in English and German.

Once you calmed down, you pulled away from the hug. Klaus passing you a couple of tissues as well. "If you're comfortable, do you want to talk about what just happened?" You nod, cleaning yourself up a tad bit from your crying session. You start from the beginning, explaining from how you were trying to figure out to confess to the brothers, to hanging out during the dress-making process, to the model randomly bursting in with her bullshit, Flavio's confession, the kiss, chasing after Luciano, finally ending with the screaming.

With tears threatening to spill once more, albeit they were small and probably wouldn't last long, remembering Luciano's reaction. Klaus wiped away your tears. He knew about your feelings concerning the Italians, you had gone to him multiple times for advice about this before. It hurt him to see you so upset. Especially because he knew how Luci could be and you didn't deserve anything like that. "Ah, I'm sorry if I bothered you. I didn't know who else to talk to..." You murmur between sniffles.

Klaus shakes his head, pulling you into another, tighter hug. "Nein, don't apologize. I'm always here for you, (Y/N). If anyone deserves an apology, it's you." Klaus stands up, goes to the door, and unlocks it. He walks out and down the hall toward Luciano's room. You sit there for a moment, looking at the open door in confusion. Shaking your head, you get up and quickly follow him.

"What are you doing?" You question after catching up to the taller male.

"I'm going to go pull that arschloch[9] head out of his ass." Klaus states, using a bit more emphasis. He was going to make sure that Luciano realized he fucked up. A minute later, Klaus burst into Luciano's room, who stopped mid-pace to look at the sudden movement. Klaus walked up to Luciano, crossing his arms as he started on his rant. You stood in the doorway, unconsciously keeping yourself as small as possible. Klaus truly went off on him, not planning on stopping until he was done.

As Lutz passed by, he stopped and lightly placed a hand on your shoulder. "(Y/N)? What's-" He stopped himself when he noticed his brother essentially scolding their friend. "Here, come along." He moved his hand to your lower back to guide you away. You looked back at the two before walking with Lutz to the living room. Luciano's eyes flickered over to you once Lutz came by, not leaving until you disappeared from his sight.

Lutz gestured for you to sit on the couch, while he grabbed one of the throw blankets from one of the other chairs. You sat down, watching him curiously. He wrapped you up in the banket, sitting next to you. He grabbed the remote, switching the TV on and to your favorite series. "I don't know what's happening, and you don't have to explain if you don't want to. But. You're clearly tense about something. Do you want anything? Like a snack or drink?"

"Water? I can go get it though." Lutz pat your head, standing up and heading to the kitchen. A few moments later, he returned with a cup of water and passed it to you. You accept it, drinking quite a bit to rehydrate.

"I know you could but right now, focus on feeling better, even a little." He sits down with you once more. Not quite fifteen minutes into the show, you could hear Luciano raising his voice for an unknown reason. You flinch a little, Lutz rubbing your back in a comforting manner. As much as he liked to mess with you and can be quite lazy, you both were good friends and he was going to do what he could to support you. In the next moment, you heard a faint smack. Deciding to shake it off as potentially something from the show, you curled up on the couch to get comfy.

Next thing you knew, the high-pitched voice penetrated your ears once more which was followed by the annoyed voice of Kuro telling her to stop talking. You noticed Kuro had her hands behind her back as he led, more so shoved, her towards and out the front door. Once the door was locked, another annoyed mutter left him as he headed in the direction he came from. Right as Kuro left, Luciano followed by Klaus came into the living room. You nervously looked down at your lap, playing with the edge of the blanket.

Klaus sat on the other side of you, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "I'm not sure if it was loud enough but, we apologize if you heard any loud noises a bit ago." You shook your head, giving him a half smile to let him know it was okay. Luciano walked over to the three of you, kneeling in front of you. He took your hands, rubbing circles on the backs with his thumbs.

You looked up at him, tilting your head when you noticed a red mark on the side of his face. "Are you okay? You have a red mark..." Luciano gave a light chuckle, lowering his head and shaking it.

"Even after earlier, you still prioritize my well-being... I'm fine, cara, it was well deserved. I want to apologize for how I reacted, it was unfair and rude. I am truly sorry for everything. For assuming, for ignoring you, for screaming, and especially for making you cry. If you're upset with me, I understand. If there's anything I can do to somehow, even a fraction, make it up to you, name it. You deserve so much and more." He raised his hand, cupping your cheek as gently as he could. Almost as if you were a porcelain doll.

You lean into his touch with a sigh through your nose, unconsciously smiling. "You don't need to do anything silly. I forgive you, thank you for apologizing. Keeping our friendship, at least, is all I need. I don't know how much Klaus said or if you even heard me earlier but I do love you as well, I just didn't get the chance to be able to properly confess... Obviously." You let out a half chuckle, half exasperated sigh at the end.

Flavio and Kuro joined the rest of you while you talked. Kuro is more or less dragging a partially disheveled Flavio. The two take an open chair, listening to what is happening. While Kuro didn't exactly know what was going on, aside from it was important, he was going to stay for support if needed, again. Flavio looked a bit surprised, he thought for a while now that you were polyamorous but was never really sure and didn't think about asking. "Si, Klaus explained everything. I promise to make it up to you for what happened earlier. I love you too." He kissed the back of your head he was still holding; everything about him since joining the room has been soft, gentle, and caring.

You leaned closer, kissing the red mark on his cheek then giving him a quick kiss. "Well, since everything is out now... Flavio, Luciano? What do you two think? What are we now? Still friends? Something else?"

"Well, as long as you're still a part of my life, I'm happy. If fratello is comfortable with it, I'm fine with an open relationship." Flavio states, resting his chin on his hand.

Luciano nods, giving your hand a little squeeze. "I agree with the first part, whatever happens, I'm happy with you still in my life. But to properly answer, I am comfortable with that too. What do you want, (Y/N)?"

"Well, um... Can I take you both out?" You ask, looking from Luciano to Flavio.

"Si! Of course bella." Flavio chirps, grinning. Luciano pulls you to him, kissing you deeply. You squeak in surprise at the sudden tug, returning his kiss.

After pulling away, Luciano smirked seeing the bright red spread on your face. "If you can't tell, yes."

You let out a breathy chuckle, using the blanket to hide your flushed face. "I love you both, so much. Oh! So, Flavio, are we taking a break on the dress for today then?"

"Nope! It's fairly close to done so let's finish it up, Amore mio!" Flavio got up, walked over to you, and reached out for your hand. Luciano got up, stepping to the side and reaching out as well. You giggle, removing the blanket. You gave Lutz and Klaus a quick side hug with a quick 'thank you' to each.

You take their hands, walking back to Flavio's studio/office. "Hey, Flavio? What happened to you?" You remember to ask since you didn't when you noticed it. Flavio sighed, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"That model I fired. She wouldn't give up no matter what I said. She tried seducing me, when that didn't work, tried destroying my workspace, finally resorting to trying to attack. Thankfully I could get a window open to call for Kuro's help. To say the least, she will be blacklisted." Flavio explained.

As you listened, your eyes grew in surprise. "Fucking hell... Are you okay?"

"Told you, you shouldn't have hired her." Luciano comments.

"Don't worry bella, I'm fine. I think out of all of us, fratellino[12] was the only one with an injury." Flavio reassures you, noting the red spot you saw earlier. "What happened there?"

You nod, looking up at Luciano with curiosity. He glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. It wasn't nearly as red as before when you saw it, but there was still a red twinge. "I was a bastardo. Klaus slapped me, rightfully so. He pacts a punch too..."

That was one of the last things you were expecting him to say. "Is that what I heard earlier...?" You mumble to yourself, thinking back to the noise you ignored earlier. Once back at the studio, you let go of the boys' hands, fixing Flavio back up. "It's a little odd seeing you look so... I dunno, messy?" If you asked Flavio how he felt at that moment, he probably would've just told you he couldn't feel his heart because it was now in a melted puddle. He grinned, relaxing at your touch.

"Grazie, bella." He kissed your forehead before going back to his station to finish where he left off on your dress. You giggle, nodding a little before sitting with Luciano on the couch. As Flavio worked, you filled him in on what happened earlier to explain why you didn't come back. You apologized at the end but he waved it off, knowing there was no need for it.

After The trio of you left, Kuro asked Klaus and Lutz what the hell happened. Kuro was quite lost due to the fact he was only there for five percent of the shit going on. Klaus did most of the explaining with only a couple of added comments from Lutz.

After another hour and a half of working on the dress, you were doing the last fitting to make sure everything fit and lay as it should. With the final approval, you slipped the dress off before handing it to Flavio. "So, May I get dressed now?"

"Si, you can. Though..." He flashed a mischievous, playful smile before leaning close to your ear and whispering suggestively. "There are always other things I'd like to see you in." You squeak in embarrassment. In a flash, heat rose to your face and ears. You knew it was a deep red already but once your hands flew up to cover it, it only confirmed what you already knew. Flavio laughed, guiding you back to the folding curtain to get dressed.

A few hours later, you went to hang out with Klaus for your usual movie night. After sitting with him, you leaned over and hugged him. "Thank you for your help today. And really since the time I told you about my feelings. Admittedly the slap was a bit concerning but I trust your opinion. Du bist ein gut groß bruder[13]."

Klaus returned your hug, smiling at your use of German. You had picked up bits and pieces of German, Italian, and Japanese from the boys but you decided sometime earlier that year to start learning their respective languages. It was a struggle and you still had plenty of mess-ups but you were doing well. "Du bist eine gut klein schwester[14]. You know I'll always have your back. Also, I told you it'd end up fine." With that, the movie night began.

The next Saturday, Flavio, Luciano and you went out on a date, spending the whole day together. You wore the dress Flavio made you the other day and he was right, you adored how it looked. You got lots of compliments from the boys as well as a couple of passersby. While you guys were at the park, a group of kids of various ages ran up to you. They commented on your dress and where you got it. You smiled warmly, kneeling down to explain one of your boyfriends made it.

Some of the kids had questions about what you meant when you said 'boyfriends' but there were a couple of kids, twins if you had to guess, that lit up when you said it. One of them explained what you meant before you got the chance, saying that they had more than two parents. Some of the kids found it really interesting, others jealous; most likely due to the assumption they get more gifts on holidays. You confirmed what one of the presumable twins said, saying your relationship was like that.

The kids asked if Flavio and Luciano were your boyfriends, once confirmed and clarified who made the dress. The kids told Flavio he did a good job and said the three of you looked nice together before running off. It was definitely a surprising encounter. But seeing future generations so accepting of something that most people aren't accepting of or don't care to learn about and judge gave you a new hope for the future. The date went fairly uneventful after that but you wouldn't have had it any other way. It was a lovely day with the two men you loved dearly.

Note & Translations - all done using google translate, many apologies if any are incorrect. Please feel free to correct me on any translations!~

I'm playing with my writing style a bit again. Do y'all prefer this or the other of not starting a new paragraph when a character talks?

If anyone got that DiNozzo Smack reference, I see you & appreciate you. Great taste in media my dude.

Also I'm actively learning German right now so please especially let me know if I messed up any ordering for [13] & [14]. The only translation I did for that was to double check I was using the correct words for 'you are'. Well, and to copy-paste the 'groß' since I have no idea how to get that letter or if I even can using my laptop. Honestly I don't even know what it's called, just that I always see it substituted for a double s

Anyways, here are the translations!

[1]Frau - woman

[2]Bella - beautiful

[3]Per favore - please

[4]Mi dispiace - I’m sorry

[5]Magnifica - magnificent

[6]adorabile - adorable

[7]Grazie - thank you

[8]mio caro amico - my dear friend

[9]Arschloch - asshole

[10]Cara - dear

[11]Amore mio - my love

[12]Fratellino - little brother

[13]bastardo - bastard (masculine)

[14] du bist ein gut groß bruder - you’re a good big brother

[15]du bist eine gut klein schwester - you’re a good little sister

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fandom-freak-123 · 5 months ago

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High school Sweethearts - Part 1 (Aph France x Male Country!Reader)

TW: there will be other languages, but I use google translate so the translations probably won't be perfect, but they will be at the end. Oh btw, You're Spain's brother in this, if you know Hetalia you will know that means you are also related to North and South Italy that's all, Bye!

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Key:

Frances Thoughts

Your Thoughts

___ = Your Name

N/N = Nickname

C/N = Country Name

Francis Bonnefoy = France

Gilbert Beilschmidt = Prussia

Gil = Prussia's Nickname

Gilbird = Gilbert's Pet Bird

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo = Spain

Toni/Tonio = Spain's Nickname

Feliciano Vargas = North Italy

Feli = North Italy's Nickname

Lovino/Romano Vargas = South Italy

Roma = North Italy's Nickname

Ludwig Beilschmidt = Germany

West = Prussia's Nickname for Germany

Roderich Edelstein = Austria

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France POV:

‘That’s odd. . . ___ should be here by now. . . I know he hates school, and most of the time he skips classes- but he always shows up nonetheless. . . so where is he? Maybe he's just late or sick-‘

“Hallo! Earth to flirt? Are you there?” Gil interrupted waving his hand in front of my face pulling me from my thoughts “uh- Oui? Sorry I must've gotten lost in thought” I smiled in response as Toni began to speak

“Mhm, sure anyway have you seen N/N?” My smile dropped as I looked at him “You haven't seen him either?” 'Toni looks so worried. . . God I hate seeing him like this' “No?. . . Not since last night-” ‘I can hear the fear in his voice. . . poor Tonio’ I looked at Gil he had this odd look on his face, it was like a mix of fear, worry and realisation.

“Hold on- didn't you say you could hear him and Lovino fighting last night?” My face dropped as I looked at Spain, he had the same look on his face as Gil now ‘. . .this isn't good'

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Your POV

“What happened to you three?” I asked walking over to the chaos trio

“___! Me asustaste! No vuelvas a desaparecer así de mí otra vez!” Spain yelled hugging me “We were all so worried! Even Gilbird!” Prussia explained as Gilbird flew over sitting on my head “uh- yeah I can tell-“

‘what in all 50 shades of fuck did miss???' “You seem confused Cher” Francis pointed out with a sigh as Spain let go of me stepping back “Well I don't exactly know what's happening-“ I responded looking at them all “well- you were later than normal, and no-one had seen you since your fight with Lovino”

Spain explained as I stared at him with pure confusion “. . . Moving on! Where did you go?”

“My bed, because I slept in” I deadpanned “I told you you should-“ Thankfully Spain was cut off by the bell ‘Thank you god for saving me from being lectured by my big brother' “Any of you have science first?” France could barely finish his sentence before Prussia responded “Hah! As if!”

Spain chuckled “I almost feel sorry for you. Anyway! Have fun, me and N/N have English, so we'll see you at break” Spain stated practically pulling me away “lucky bitch” “Bis später~” They responded walking away as Spain turned to me

“So as I was saying” ‘Please don't lecture me- Please don't lecture me- Please don't lecture me' “You really should set an alarm-“

“My body is my alarm, anyway, Isn't Germany in this class with us?” I asked changing the topic “Uhh Yeah I think so. . . and his brother- the Uhh piano guy” Spain laughed “You mean Roderich?” "I think that's his name”

We continued walking while talking about the youngest two German brothers “To be honest, I think Roderich is intimidating” I went to respond but someone beat me to it “My apologies” We both turned around to see a familiar face “I don't mean to be intimidating” I turned back around rushing to class, leaving my brother to deal with that issue on his own.

-Timeskip bought to you by Italians falling out of trees™️-

I sat down in my seat hearing a voice beside me “I hope you didn't miss me too much~” I looked sideways recognizing the accent “You were gone for an hour. I'm not that desperate” I responded rolling my eyes “yet you message me saying the opposite” France joked “Oi Frog! stop teasing him” I looked over at England “Why thank you kind sir” “But of course” He responded with a smirk.

I looked forwards seeing the teacher walk into the room ‘Welp this is it, hell has officially started'

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After Class / Third Person POV

“Ughh thank god it's finally over” “English is a confusing language” you nodded in agreement with your brother “I'm sure it's not half as confusing as Spanish” you heard England argue from behind you “Not for us!”

“Toni- in his defense we have no right to say that just like he has no right to say English is easier because it's our first language, it would be easier to us just like English is easier to him” England let out a small hum “I suppose you're right” you gave him a smug smile “Obviously I'm right when aren't I?”

Toni chuckled “Oh shut it” England responded rolling his eyes “Be nice black sheep” you heard a familiar French accent say “welp I'm out” Toni stated walking away “I'm going with you” England scoffed following Toni up the stairs towards the Maths rooms “I guess it's just me and you Frenchie” you sighed " . . why must you call me that?” Francis responded “Because I like Greece” you laughed “Fair enough. . . Uhm Cher I have to ask you something" “wassup?” you asked almost immediately “Umm well I wanted to ask if you could meet me at the gates after school” He said looking away

“So just the normal?” “Sort of- I mean just the two of us” He answered looking at me “Ok sounds easy enough” you shrugged still not turning to look at him “So- you have Geography next right?” He asked looking forward “Nope you know we only have one lesson together on Wednesday's” you responded looking at him with a smile

“Oui and what a sad thing that is” you rolled your eyes “Just go to class Frenchie I'II see you after school” “Huh? but what about lunch?” he asked “Lunchtime Isolation and before

you ask the isolation is for cussing a teacher out to her face in Spanish” France looked at you confused “How did you get in trouble for that?” “She was my Spanish teacher”

He chuckled “you really don't know how to stay out of trouble do you?” Gaining a laugh from you “Nope but that's why I bring extra clothes with me every day” He looked at you with pure confusion “I get changed in the bathrooms then I go walk around town for classes I know I’ll get in trouble in or can't be bothered to go to that's why I got detention

yesterday” “Oh- that's actually a decent reason to carry extra clothes” you let out a hum in agreement “they don't normally care as long as I go to at least one lesson and do my detentions and iso's” you laughed “Anyway I'II see you around” he nodded walking into his class as you headed off to go get changed.

That's all for part 1 because I have a love hate relationship with cliff hangers so here also, I will do the requests before a part 2 and as you can tell it takes me ages to write these so have fun waiting.

Translations:

Me asustaste! No vuelvas a desaparecer así de mí otra vez! = You scared me! Don't you ever disappear like that on me again!

Cher = Dear

bis später = See ya later

Oui = Yes

#hetalia x reader #hetalia x male reader #france x reader #hetalia france

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where-the-pearls · 2 years ago

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How would they kiss you (gifs)

Axis

North Italy/Feliciano Vargas

Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt

Japan/Kiku Honda

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt

South Italy/Lovino Vargas

#aph hetalia #hetalia #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia headcanons #hetalia x reader #aph romano #aph prussia #aph italy #aph germany #aph japan #kiku honda #ludwig beilschmidt #lovino vargas #feliciano vargas #gilbert beilschmidt #hetalia fluff #hetalia gif

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generational-atrophy · 1 year ago

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Summer time! May I ask what the axis (Prussia and Romano) have planned for the beach with their s/o versus the reality of the trip? 😂

Oh, to make this more fun I want this to be a group trip.

Happy Summer! ☀️

hetalia axis on a group beach trip with their s/o

1.1k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: they think ur hot. lol. thats it.

a/n: since this is my last weekend of summer its a perfect time to do this :sobsobsob: sorry anon

Italy

Expectation

There'll be plenty of pretty girls for him to flirt with! And more importantly, one VERY pretty person that he's gonna flirt with the most.

Hopefully, this time, he won't put one foot in the water and immediately shriek about how freezing it is.

He'll spend as much time with you as he does with his friends! Plus, now you can be closer to them! Hooray!

Maybe he'll get a little bit of a workout. He's not a big swimmer, but he'll try his hardest, just to impress you.

Reality

He'll spend a little too much time trying to get Kiku to get out of his shell. If you suggest that maybe he just doesn't want to... Feliciano is taking it as a personal challenge.

He doesn't get a lot of swimming done. Just enough to balance out the ice cream he got for the two of you.

He ends up teasing Ludwig a lot about how girls are staring at him-

He usually only gets hit by Romano twice! (To be fair, he was totally asking for it.)

He'll drool over you for an... uncomfortable amount of time. Luckily, he knows how to be subtle. His words are absolutely NOT subtle though!

If no one knew you were dating him before, they will now.

He cannot stop kissing you.

He can't help it, ok? You're just too cute in that swimsuit!

Germany

Expectation

Everyone will enjoy his homecooked snacks and NOT spend money unnecessarily on some overpriced trash-

He'll only have to remind you and everyone else to put on sunscreen once, and will actually do so when he tells them to.

Feliciano will not hit his head on the bottom of the pool diving again, and if he does, Ludwig will not be the one who has to drive him to the doctor. Again.

Nothing will go wrong. Okay, something will go wrong, but it'll be something minor... please...

Reality

All of his friends constantly interrupt the two of you and drag you off to do something stupid

He was so careful! But... he still got sunburned on his back.

Halfway through the trip, he's done swimming because he's tired of Romano splashing him in the face when he's trying to get some ACTUAL EXCERCISE-

One of the lifeguards is a stupid teenager and of course, Ludwig is the one who ends up saving some poor kid. (He did not have to volunteer! But you know, “If I didn't, who would?”)

Everyone stares because god lord that man is shredded to hell and back.

( Someone tries hitting on him and he's so uncomfortable he pretends he doesn't speak English and runs away)

He still has a lovely time, because you're around, and that's all he needs to be happy.

Japan

Expectation

No one will talk to him. No one will look at him. It will not be too hot and he won't have to swim. Please. Please do not make him swim.

Actually, you can talk to and look at him. Maybe Ludwig can. But only that.

Hopefully, he won't be forced to eat terrible beach food. He packed a sandwich. That's enough, right?

All he wants is to sit in the shade with you and read quietly, away from all the noise and heat of the beachfront.

Reality

Feliciano is gonna drag him in the water, and he'll trip. And fall. Into the water. And he'll be all wet for the rest of the day. And he'll hate it. So much.

Barely gets to read his book for multiple reasons.

Halfway through the trip, he's completely wiped out from the heat. You'll probably have to help with sunscreen, too.

Anytime any of you bring him down to the water, he tries to bring up a bunch of random facts to get you to stop.

(”Don't you know there's jellyfish in this country? I do not want to get stung!“ ”THIS IS A LAKE!“)

Kiku is much more suited for an arcade than a beach. He's too much of an old man for it. He's glad you're having fun, though.

Romano

Expectation

You'll pass out from how hot he is

He WON'T give in and eat any of the disgusting, insulting beach food.

He'll be able to completely ignore everyone but you, including the stupid, loud Germans!

The heat won't bother him. He's a Mediterranean country for god's sake, he's used to it being hot!

Hopefully, and he really prayed for this, he'll get a nice tan and not more sunburnt.

Feliciano won't interrupt his peace and relaxation. And if he does, he won't run away as Romano tries to smack him with a rolled-up magazine.

Reality

He ends up getting super insecure about his body in comparison to everyone else (Cough, cough, Ludwig and Gilbert,) and you'll have to coax him to not constantly wear his towel.

Any time not spent bothering others is spent with you while relaxing in a pool floatie.

He's so unused to exercise that he gets hungry and tired almost immediately.

He tries his best to ignore the other beachgoers in favour of you, but he can't stop getting annoyed by everyone else OR subtly flirting with others.

(He's just in a bad mood, he doesn't mean any of it.)

As soon as he sees you, he can't help staring. He just thinks you're so stunning when you're wearing so little...

Prussia

Expectation

He's gonna get so sunburnt that he's in pain for weeks.

You and him are gonna race in the water, and he's gonna WIN!

He'll finally get to show off his rockin' bod without being seen as a douchebag.

Plus, he'll get to see your body too. Even better.

(I'm telling you now, if your stomach spills out of your swimsuit, he's gonna get so attracted to you, he'll get dizzy and have to sit down.)

When (If) girls stare at him for being so hot, he'll get to show off that he's dating YOU, which in his opinion, you're even hotter than him. Then they'll get jealous and stop looking at him! (Not how that works, but whatever.)

Reality

He's gonna get so sunburnt that he's in pain for weeks. This is inevitable.

Gilbert will quickly become pretty bored just swimming, so you and him will build a nice big sand castle (He insists on making one replicating a castle he used to live in.)

He'll sneak up behind Ludwig and grab his ankles, swimming away before he can see him. Just for fun.

He's gonna ask you if you're drowning. Regardless of what you say, he's picking you up bridal style and carrying you out of the water. Just because he thinks it'd be hot. (”I'm saving you, Liebling! I take kisses in payment-“)

Romano will hate it, but Gilbert definitely will try to force him down a slide if there are any.

#heta tag #hetalia x reader #hetalia imagines #feliciano tag #ludwig tag #kiku tag #gilbert tag #romano tag #aph prussia x reader #hws germany x reader #hws japan x reader #aph japan x reader #hws prussia x reader #aph germany x reader #aph italy x reader #hws italy x reader #aph romano x reader #hws romano x reader #romano vargas x reader

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year ago

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relationship hcs ; romano vargas

requested by ; anonymous (17/05/23) [1/2]

fandom(s) ; hetalia

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; romano vargas

outline ; “hullo!! This is for UCN!! Don’t see much Hetalia content here so let’s change that shall we >:3 I’d like some relationship headcanons for Romano :D he’s so skrunkly and I love him so much (and also someone made a “most attractive guy in Hetalia” competition here and Romano’s beating the absolute shit out of every dude he’s up against xD) If it’s not too much to ask maybe we can have sfw + nsfw? 🥺 (I’m 21!! Sorry if that’s weird-)”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

he’s incredibly protective of you and isn’t afraid to cuss anyone out that gets too close to you

he also tries to fight them but he isn’t the best fighter and usually ends up coming out of the scuffle with more bruises and cuts than he went in with

appreciates the calm domestic aspects of your relationship, even if he won’t verbally admit it

but you can tell by the way he hums whilst making you both a home cooked meal, or the way he relaxes when you cuddle up on the settee after a long day

not big on pda by any means, at most interlocking elbows with you or placing a hand on the small of your back

though he is incredibly affectionate in private and has no qualms with cuddling, kissing, complimenting or making out with you at home

despite outward appearances, he’s incredibly patient with you and he’s an excellent teacher — especially if you want to learn to cook some of the local foods from his home or if you want to learn his native language

his favourite pet names for you are: ‘vita mia’ and ‘cuore mio’

he’ll turn bright red if you kiss him on the cheek in public or if you use any italian pet names for him

he doesn’t talk about you much with others because he’s incredibly protective of you — the only exceptions being with women (usually to brag about you) or his brother feliciano (because he knows he’ll get bugged to hell and back if he doesn’t)

he will go absolutely ballistic if spain or germany go anywhere near you

loves seeing you in his clothes and will intentionally leave his white button ups around the house in the hopes of you ‘stealing’ them

will research your current interests independently to ask you about them — vehemently denying doing so if you ask him about it

prefers to be the big spoon when you cuddle and won’t fall asleep until he’s sure that you’ve drifted off

will only say he loves you in italian because he gets too flustered by the idea of saying it in english as he worries about others hearing him be soft

when you first met he was extremely flirty and extremely good at flustering you — this almost stops once you’ve become an established couple, but his flirty nature never really goes away

he takes lots of pictures of you but the only pictures of himself that he has are ones of the both of you — he doesn’t hate having his picture taken, though, he just doesn’t think about doing it much

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #hetalia x reader #hetalia fluff #hetalia romano x reader #romano vargas x reader #romano vargas fluff

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yanxidarlings · 3 years ago

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Hey there! Could you do headcanons for Romano? Thank you~~

𝒴𝒜𝒩𝒟𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝒮𝒪𝒰𝒯𝐻 𝐼𝒯𝒜𝐿𝒴 𝒢𝐸𝒩𝐸𝑅𝒜𝐿 𝐻𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒪𝒩𝒮

TYPE OF YANDERE?

• lovino is a possessive and clingy yandere at it's finest. he never leaves his darling alone, it's overbearing and downright annoying, especially if you're a guy, but it's not like he's going to let anyone else take up your time, not his brother, not the tomato bastard, no one. lovino can't stand to see his darling interact with anyine else other than him, which can lead to some nasty confrontations.

• he's overwhelmingly overprotective as well, however not in the coddling way that most yandere's are. lovino thinks everyone is out to take his precious darling from him, of course there's still that nagging voice in the back of his head that tells him that they're going to do something dangerous and be permanently taken away from him, especially if they're human, but his main concern is his darling finding his brother, or anyone else better than him and then leaving him.

• for this reason, and many others, he's also a co-dependant yandere, he wants his darling to depend on him for everything, but lovino isn't exactly a dependable person, so it's more likely he ends up dependant on his darling, and if they're smart, they'll use his dependance on them to their advantage.

• whilst not a yandere type, lovino is also a tsun-yan, especially if the one he's yandere over is a guy, but even with women obsessions he still retains his tsundere attitude.

HOW DID THEY BECOME OBSESSED?

• lovino doesn't develop an obsession as easily as say italy, or denmark, however there are some circumstances where his obsession can he kickstarted, such as calling him 'italy' seriously, or even just 'south italy' acknowledging him as equally representing his country is something that will make him at least like his darling in a normal setting, so when he's yandere this is multiplied tenfold.

• otherwise, he's a slow burn kind of yandere, he can have known his darling for years, centuries even and little by little his obsession builds until he realised he can't live without them. but there's usually a spark, maybe they came close to death, or were badly injured, or maybe he snaps at them in a particular nasty way, and feels so bad it eats him alive. either way, by the time this happens, there's no going back for his darling.

• whilst it is canon fact that he treats women better then men, i think if he has an obsession on a women, or anyone in-between, much less a crush, he would still be tsundere. but he won't be as rude as he would be with a guy. lovino isn't more likely to become obsessed with a women, but it would progress much quicker if he does.

• now for guy's, the slow burn becomes an incredibly slow burn, and unless they seem especially fragile in some way, he won't treat them as gently as he would a woman. lovino wouldn't show any sign of interest, and he's much more likely to end up kidnapping a male obsession. because he's too embarrassed to start a public relationship with them.

• lovino is very likely to develop an obsession on somebody who someone around him also has an obsession on, maybe spain has been obsessing over trying to get a colony back, well now he has to deal with lovino's obsession with them as well. italy has been gushing over that their cute new ally?, well so is lovino, except he loves them more so f*ck the hell off. germany has become enamoured with his hard working ally?, well they're lovino's now, so once again f*ck the hell off. belgium has been planning on kidnapping her beloved?, well sharing is caring after all. whilst the darling still needs to fit the rough outline of favouring him over his brother, or at least tolerating his attitude, if his darling can attract lovino, then they sure as have someone else after them as well.

WOULD THEY STALK?

• well, that depends. lovino isn't exactly busy but he's lazy, he's prone to using the mafia to keep tabs on his darling. especially if they are a country that is far away from his, he'll have their every move monitered. whilst he wants to watch his darling in person, he's romano for goodness sakes, he's not travelling across the globe to watch them water their flowers when he could just have someone do it for him.

• that being said, if he can, he'll have camera's installed in their home, so he can know they're safe, but also because he gets a secret kick out of watching them at all times. be warned, this can make his obsession worse, whenever his darling interacts with people in their house, his desire to have them all to himself gets worse and worse, until the point he loses sleep over it and in a sleep deprived jealous rage, kidnaps them.

• if they live close to him, like in the same city as him, then he'll actually physically stalk them himself. mind you, he's horrible at it, he growls and curses under his breathe at the people they interact with so loudly he's better off just sending the mafia out to do it.

WOULD THEY KIDNAP?

• absolutely, unless by some miracle his darling is married and loyal to him or also a yandere, he's going to snap at some point, and believe me it won't be pretty. lovino isn't calculated about kidnapping his darling, and unless he's sharing his darling with prussia, the only person he'd share with that might actually plan out the kidnapping, he's going to take his darling on an impulse.

• it takes very little for him to snap, after his obsession has developed enough, simply not seeing them enough will do the trick, much less them distancing themselves, or starting a relationship with someone else. lovino won't process that what he's done until it's too late, he'll have scared them to death yelling at them when they woke up, and probably regrets kidnapping them, but all the damage is already done.

HOW TIGHT OF A LEASH?

• once lovino has calmed down and his initial rage has passed, he'll be pretty lenient with his darling so long as they don't try to escape. if they ask for a private bedroom they'll get it, he'll try, and huge emphasis on try to keep his house clean, and cook them delicious meals. of course, he is not the most patient when it comes to many things his darling does, but they will be allowed to warm up to him and his affection within their own time.

• but he won't be patient with misbehaviour, he's a yeller, and despite it being hypocritical, won't tolerate any attitude from them. they can banter with him, of course, but his undeniably insecure, so his darling will have to tread carefully.

• as i said earlier, lovino wants his darling to become dependant on him, and at the start, will try to take steps that make them unable to function without him. he'll cook them meals, bathe them, clean for them, but he burns out pretty quickly, and cooking is the only thing he can maintain for longer then a week, which is why broken bones as a punishment for them is rare, and only for when they try to escape, or if they mention his brother one too many times.

• his softer punishments depend on his mood and the offence, sometimes lovino will attempt to guilt trip them into apologising, sometimes they may get away with only a slap, and sometimes they'll end up locked in their bedroom with only minimal water until lovino's anger subsides.

HOW DO THEY STAND OUT FROM OTHERS?

• obviously, lovino is a tsundere yandere, he will mellow out once he's kidnapped his darling, some days he will be uncharacteristically sweet and attentive, and some it's like he can't stand his darlings meer presence, less so if his darling is a woman, but it will take a while either way for him to be completely open about his love for his darling.

• lovino is very likely to end up depending on his darling, it's something that he'll hate but will be too lazy to change, so long as they don't try to leave.

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yawujin · 8 days ago

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Ok what about Romano, Prussia & Lithuania being called daddy by their s/o while fucking? I’m so curious about their reaction. Very Gilbert centric on this one cause the thought of him being the whorish&repressed older brother makes me feral.

i was very curious about how they'd react, too, so it took me a bit to think 💭 here you go anon ;p <3

{ request } hetalia men react to being called "daddy" ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

type • smut , nsfw content , react , headcanons , imagine , they/them pronouns used

romano ♥︎

he likes it. being called such names during sex really turns him on. his tawny skin flushes a deep red as he shuts his eyes tight, focusing on the way his partner says it, how they sound as he fucks them harder, rougher. "say it again." he tells them. he wants to hear it more and more, before it's all over and they both finish.

prussia ♥︎

ohoho, so it's like that, huh? it kind of ignites something in him. that spark that he thought he lost a long time ago. it really reminds him of how tough he used to be before he started masking with his unserious and chaotically charismatic persona. he thinks that if his partner is calling him this, he must be doing something right. his s/o must be careful with how often they call him 'daddy', or that power might get to his head.

lithuania ♥︎

the more his partner calls him this, the more confidence he gains. sometimes he feels like he really doesn't know how to initate, so he always keeps in mind how good he feels when they call him that. it's like a cheat code to get him to pound the shit out of his partner, especially if they use that name when things are getting more heated, and desperate.

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imaginethebeautifulworld · 3 years ago

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romano x reader: in estasi

You’re certain you had never experienced bliss until you had met Lovino Vargas.

Each and every single day, he makes you smile in some way or another, his presence alone bringing a sense of inner peace you’re not sure you would have found anywhere else.

You love him for it, so much sometimes that it hurts. But he’s always giving you new reasons to fall for him, even after all this time with him by your side.

You fall a little bit more in love him whenever he gets carried away talking about his hopes for the future, words full of passion and determination, in how he still sometimes stutters afterward, his embarrassment growing when you reassure him that you could gladly listen to him talk for an infinity.

Your love overwhelms you whenever you catch hints of saffron coming from the kitchen, and seeing his grin as he throws together another meal that lets him bring out the walnut oil. The candlelight reflects off the copper faucet, and a warmth that has little to do with the double ovens fills you when he leaves lingering kisses between your shoulder blades.

You sometimes lose yourself entirely when you watch the elegant dance of his fingers when he sculpts, and sometimes you’re mildly envious of the flecks of mud clinging to him after he wanders back inside from doing yard work, yet again having forgotten or flat-out refused to wear shoes.

You’re weakest whenever you catch the soft smile he wears whenever he thinks you’re not looking, lips only just upturned at the corners, eyes inherently wistful.

You could live forever in those moments when he sighs out your name, the weight of the world finally leaving his shoulders as he collapses into you, surrendering all he is and ever has been and ever will be to your care.

You keep falling in love through the playful, carefree swing of his arm when you walk hand-in-hand through the market, in how he still firmly rests his hand on the small of your back whenever you’re both required at a formal function.

You love- and loathe- that shit-eating grin he wears whenever he teases you about your favorite shows and books, and one of these days you’re sure you won’t be able to resist smacking away that smug, triumphant grin when he surprises you with expensive (yet always pleasantly thoughtful) gifts.

You could live forever just to listen to hear him singing when he washes dishes, trying to distract himself from how much the water disgusts him.

You love that he rarely resists any opportunity to dance, happily whisking you away before you can even think to agree to it.

You love watching his eyes light up when he talks to Felice and Cello, in the soft, fond smile whenever he’s “arguing” with Toni.

You utterly adore the way he always kneels to speak with the local children, in how he seemingly knows each and every one of them by name. You can’t help but feel a flicker of warmth when he waits with them, always making sure that they have a guardian nearby before he’s comfortable enough to leave them again, your heart aching when he later confesses that he never wants a child to feel as alone as he once did.

You’re breathless every time starlight kisses his irises, his smile wide and bright as he guides your hand along the sapphire sky, tracing the sparkling constellations, his voice low and quiet as he tells you tales of sorcerers and dreamers and explorers long forgotten by history.

You melt when faced with his delicate cartography, breathless and wanton as he maps out every ridge and blemish with gentle fingertips and lips, constantly murmuring how perfect you are, complimenting you even when you look a mess.

You’re grateful how, any time you fight, he visibly restrains his temper, keeps himself from saying anything that could truly hurt you.

Maybe it’s wrong, but you also love when his jealousy shines as possessiveness, a withering scowl and the firm weight of his arm filling you with twisted satisfaction that you are his and he is yours.

And dammit; you’re kind of addicted to that dark flicker in his eyes whenever he whispers temptations in passing, and the soft smirk- the damnable wink- as you try to catch your breath and return to the conversation with your friends.

But his softer moments-

His bemusement whenever you bicker with him, casually, carelessly tossing insults and senseless jests-

How he’s learned each of your favorite recipes, is always willing to try something new just to see your smile-

How he lends a hand to the neighbors without a thought, clearing his weekends to help with every harvest, and constantly offering to pick up groceries for the elderly couple the next farm over-

The way his mouth is usually open in his sleep, always just shy of snoring-

-you love those softer moments, too.

You adore the inflection in his voice whenever he mocks any of the other Nations, tempered by the warmth of his gaze as he talks about that crazy, eclectic family.

You love how he holds you while sitting in the ugly couch you had ironically suggested buying, cradling you gently in his embrace, how tenderly he whispers he adores you, shaping your name like a prayer whenever he breathes it against your skin.

You love how he has never treated you as anything less than his equal, how he’ll never hesitate to ask you for your opinions or advice.

You love how he has come to bond with your loved ones, how he makes time for them as much as he does his own family. You especially love his valiant efforts to let them come visit, in spite of his social anxiety and general prickliness.

And there’s something so edifying and pure in seeing his vulnerabilities- like how he always trips over himself in the mornings to go make his espresso, hair a disheveled mess of curls you secretly wish he would never straighten, the first of a dozen yawns making its appearance.

There’s something utterly divine in the languid way he sometimes kisses you, hovering centimeters away from you as his eyes- every impossible shade of citrine and topaz and verdite and cassiterite and enstatite- dart between your own with unbridled affection, a fragile reverence that steals your breath long before his lips have even brushed against your own.

There’s a feeling that teeters on the sublime whenever he brushes a kiss to your temple, whispering a soft “Ti amo” as his arms wrap around you, the warmth of the sun caressing you both in the quiet morn.

And even now, as he’s cursing up a storm and trying to weave around the cats on the way to their food bowls, earning your laughter over all the chaos (and a particularly rude gesture from him in return), you can’t quite shake the fondness away.

You love him- Stars above, do you love him- so much it sometimes aches.

“Bliss” and “peace” and “contentment” and “complete and incandescent happiness” may sound oxymoronic to outsiders when used in conjunction with his name, but really there is no other way to describe how he makes you feel, to describe just how much you’ve come to love him-

This utter disaster of a man, who trips over air, who often fumbles for his words, who disguises his affection with cheek and superiority-

You love him.

You love Lovino Vargas.

The man who makes you feel like the most important person in the entire Universe.

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lilac-amethyst-skies · 1 year ago

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(If you do multiples or please choose one you like best) Romano, Italy, and Denmark walking in on their gf fast asleep on the couch or bay window having been reading. Stormy night outside, candles or fireplace lit, her book on her lap and glasses slightly askew. Plus size again please? You are truly amazing!! ❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍

Romano, Italy, Denmark X Plus-sized!Reader on a stormy night

Romano; Lovino had had a terribly long day. The stresses from work and life seemed to wear him down a little more than usual today. And now, as if to top it all off, it was absolutely pouring rain outside. Not even the weather would give him a break and the moment he got out of the car, Lovino became pelted with the ongoing rainstorm, leaving him soaked to the bone.

Lovino cursed under his breath.

He was sure this day really couldn’t get any worse.

Trudging up to the entrance of his home, he ripped open the door and slipped inside. Never had he been more thankful for the respite of his house. Lovino hopped a bit clumsily toward the bathroom, attempting to spare the hardwood flooring with little luck. He snatched a towel and did his best to dry himself off but couldn’t find himself trying too hard. His clothes would be coming off to be thrown into the wash anyhow.

With that idea in mind, he set off down the hallway. Lovino made a passing glance at the study on his way and stopped his brisk walk when he caught sight of you. Lovino hardly felt his wet clothes anymore when his eyes drank you in. Stepping further into the room, he found you fast asleep in that little nook in the window. You loved that bay window. To the point that Lovino had bought cushions to make it more comfortable for you to sit in—or, in this case, sleep in.

Your glasses were endearingly askew on your face, and it made Lovino chuckle out a breath. You made it easy for a smile to find his lips, and for that he was so thankful. Here, you looked so gentle and soft and entirely peaceful. So unaware of the world around you as the weather crashed outside.

Lovino found himself right beside you and couldn’t stop the urge to brush a few pieces of hair away from your face.

As cute as this was, he figured you would be terribly sore if you slept like this all night. The window was good for a nap, but not for a full night’s sleep. So, regretfully, Lovino decided to wake you.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and still leaning over you whispered, “Sweetheart?”

You mumbled a bit in response, and he could only smile.

“You should move to the bed. It’s not good for you to sleep here all night.”

Finally, you opened your eyes to look at him. After fixing your glasses and a deep yawn, you nodded and sleepily found yourself on your feet, swaying a little too much in the process. Lovino was quick to steady you, but his proximity had you accidentally bumping into him. Your brow furrowed in confusion.

“Why are your clothes all wet?”

“Probably because it’s raining outside,” Lovino talked a bit too smartly and nodded toward the bay window to further drive his point. You shot him a look. Typically, you looked more ferocious, but due to you being so tired you were hardly a threat.

Lovino only laughed as you found your way to the bedroom.

Italy; These nights felt so easy. It was entirely too lucky how the storm started on your cozy night in. The wind howled and the rain hit harshly against the paned window, but here, Feliciano’s arms were wrapped around you just right and everything was as warm and comfortable as it could ever be. The two of you had leaned back on the couch. With your head rested on his chest, you could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart stirring. At first, his heartbeat was racing at a rampant pace, but the more you settled into the evening the more it calmed. Comfortable just as you were.

You had to admit, Feliciano providing his body heat was the least he could do, considering he was the one that had woken you up. Sometime earlier Feliciano had found you fast asleep on the living room couch. You’d started the fireplace, and after having wrapped yourself in blankets it seemed as though you couldn’t stay awake any longer.

Even now, Feliciano saw you struggling to hang onto your consciousness. The ambience of flickering candles you’d lit prior was hardly helping either. Your hair was charmingly messy, and your glasses were clumsily hung askew on your face. Feliciano pressed a smile to the back of your head, hugging you a little tighter. He closed his eyes taking in the scent of your hair.

He loved you like this.

Your breaths became slower and slower, and eventually they were steady and easy. You had fallen back asleep. Just as you were before, but this time you both were able to enjoy this rest together.

You nestled your face into his chest, and your glasses would have fallen off if Feliciano hadn’t grabbed them in time. As silently and carefully as possible, he placed them on the nearby end table. He knew you wouldn’t forgive him if he woke you up twice in one day. Though the thought did make him laugh a bit.

Feliciano allowed himself to sink into the cushions. No stress, no work—just the warmth of the fireplace and most importantly, you.

Denmark; Matthias gently closed the front door to your shared home. The warmth of the house kissed his face, and he already felt his chilled skin begin to soothe from the bite of the wintery, wet storm. He began to shed his gloves, his coat, his boots. All the while, Matthias was being uncharacteristically quiet while the wind howled outside. He had noticed the lack of lights the moment he drove in. Though, you had graciously left the lamp on in the entryway so that he would be able see what he was doing.

Odds are, you were already fast asleep. Curled up in the bed—warmly inviting.

Matthias let out a deep, relaxed sigh at the thought. It’d been a long day, and he wanted nothing more than to find his place right next to you. Without further ado, Matthias easily started his way up the stairs. In reaching the second floor, he had intended to make it all the way down the hall to the bedroom, but his eyes were drawn to the flickering light coming from the reading room instead.

It was then that he could also hear soft music playing. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.

Maybe you were still awake?

Matthias quickly learned that this assumption was not the case. Leaning against the frame of the doorway, he took you in fondly. The light from the fireplace danced across your skin in a lovely dance as you slept comfortably on the couch. You had even gone so far as to light a few extra candles that left a delightful scent to the room.

After a moment, Matthias left his spot in the doorframe to make his way over to you. Upon further inspection, the book you had been reading was still loosely held in your hands resting against your lap. Your breath was easy and deep, and with the way your head tilted in your slumber, Matthias was impressed that your glasses hadn’t fallen off and onto the floor below.

Matthias held back a laugh as he snuck up beside you at the foot of the couch. Gently crouching down to your level, Matthias rested on his knees. Slowly and carefully, he attempted to readjust your glasses so that they would sit on your face right. Unfortunately, the tickle at your face was undeniable and you drew a quick breath in.

Matthias froze. His hand still hovering by your glasses.

Upon opening your eyes, you jolted a bit, obviously not expecting anyone to be there. You sleepily took in Matthias’ face and his hand right next to your face.

“…What are you doing?”

“Fixing…your glasses?”

You huffed out a laugh in response, sitting up a bit and putting a little distance between you both.

“What time is it?”

“Late.”

You could hear the fondness in his tone. So much so that you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. Matthias hummed sweetly.

“We should probably get to bed then…” your reasonable tone quickly shifted into childishness as you dramatically stretched out your arms, whining, “Carry me.”

Matthias dramatically rolled his eyes as he all too easily bundled you into his arms and lifted you off the couch. Playful laughter fell out of you as he brought you down the hallway and to the bedroom.

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