#romano vargas x reader

[generational-atrophy]

HAIII could you write the heta men of your choice with a gn s/o who acts like a cat?? (rubbing their head in their arm while cuddling, BITING (affectionate), knocking shit over to get attention, and most catlike of all LAYING ON/CUDDLING THEM RIGHT WHEN THEY NEED TO GET UP)

hetalia romano, prussia, canada, russia, england, and america with a catlike s/o

1.1k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: a couple suggestive implications, but thats it!

a/n: people who let me do guys of my choice i am hopelessly in love with you. thank you.

Romano

Romano is such a cat boyfriend, so good luck with that. Absolutely nothing is getting down in your household, I guess.

He finds your catlike affection cute for a bit, but it's definitely not his favourite. He'll happily cuddle whenever you want, just don't bite him! it's weird...

But he'd love how you always lay on him when he needs to do something. He didn't want to do it anyway. Now he has an adorable excuse!

When you push things off counters, he just doesn't care. Sure, he'll give you attention, but only briefly. His house is a mess, a broken glass is nothing new. Plus, he does the exact thing to you all the time.

Basically, he's fine with it. Would prefer a more... mature S/O, but internally he knows he's just as bad as you when it comes to that. Maybe that's why you get along so well!

Prussia

Gilbert will never let anyone know this... but he's secretly a cat person. His massive dog army would make you think differently, but trust me on this (;

He'd just think you're SO cute! It doesn't even register to him that what you're doing is weird. He's just like, “Oh, you're headbutting me? I'll headbutt you back.”

His intense touch starved-ness makes your clingy and cuddly nature a perfect fit for what he wants.

Knocking stuff off counters would also work crazy well on him. As soon as you do that, he's running over and desperately cleaning everything up. You've got his full attention. First, he'll ask if you're ok, and then he'll get pissed. He promises to “punish” you later too...

(By “punishment,” he means he's gonna make you watch his terrible nerd shows.)

If you tried laying on him to get him to stay, he's just pushing you off. If he's in a particularly affectionate mood, he'll stay for a few more moments, but generally, you're just gonna end up on the floor. He's got stuff to do!

Canada

Matthew just... really doesn't know how to handle your affection. He hasn't had any romantic partners in a long time, so his only real reference for modern love is TV shows. And... they definitely don't act like cats in those. Are you weird, or is he?

He'll be super awkwardly accepting of it. Ok, you're curled up in his lap... so he pets your hair, right? When he wakes up to you laid flat over his body like a blanket, he just... doesn't know what to do. Where does he put his hand? Does he push you off?

Eventually, he'll get it. Then he's gonna go full cat owner mode. Constantly checking in with you, making sure you're always entertained, and cuddling you constantly.

He doesn't appreciate you breaking things to get his attention though... like, he's always willing to give it to you! No questions asked! You don't have to go to such drastic measures to get a hug.

If you flop on his lap when he's about to get up, he's just gonna accept his fate. You'll get no protests from him. Just... let him know when you're done, k?

Russia

Ivan doesn't even question anything you do. He just finds your cat-like behaviours super cute! It just makes him want to indulge you more.

Whenever you force him to continue cuddling, he just laughs and concedes. He's never had such a clingy S/O, and it makes him want to protect you even more.

However, this kind of thing does make him infantilize you even more. But on the bright side, expect him to buy you lots of cute clothes and build pillow forts for you two often (He might buy you a collar too ;)

He really doesn't mind you biting him. Once he knows you're alright with it, he'll probably bite you back! It's a weird point of pride for him to be covered in your little teeth marks.

Surprisingly, he also doesn't mind you breaking things to get his attention! He finds it... oddly romantic. Like, oh, you care about me enough to cause damage to things? Wow, you're so dedicated! (He has... problems.)

Basically, a S/O that acts like a cat would be great. He's such a dog boyfriend anyway.

England

Arthur doesn't see this as ��acting like a cat” as much as he sees it as “immaturity.” Surprisingly, unlike how he feels normally about childish S/O, your behaviour could really grow on him. Of course, he'll always huff and sigh when you rub yourself against his arm anyway, but still!

He WILL get very annoyed by you sitting on his lap while he's busy though. Like, if he's just reading, whatever. But if you interrupt him when he's about to do something, he's just forcing you off his lap and walking away.

Also, do NOT break his glasses. Pissing him off like that will only make him ignore you more. Besides, if you wanted a super attentive partner, you really shouldn't go for Arthur anyway.

But despite all that, he really adores your habit of biting him. As long as it's not too painful, he does get a kick out of it, weirdly. When he bites you, it's always in a more... sensual way, but he adores how you do it so affectionately.

Basically, yeah, he thinks you're cute. But it's easy for you to get on his nerves if you act like that.

America

Alfred... doesn't really mind. But he thinks it's more entertaining than cute. He definitely realizes what you're doing early on in the relationship, and loves to tease you about it.

But... he also can't help the urge to take care of you because of it. He makes sure to always leave cute little snacks in your bag in case of emergency, and he NEVER misses a call from you. He gets a little paranoid about you getting taken advantage of because of how immature you can be.

You can bite him. He probably wouldn't even notice you did so.

However you show affection, he'll reciprocate. He's not much into the headbutting thing himself, he's a lot more uh... traditional? But he loves it when you do it!

He has to resist squeezing your cheeks every day that he wakes up next to you. It keeps getting harder.

You pushing stuff off every surface doesn't make him mad per se, but he definitely doesn't enjoy that habit. (Specifically, he would buy a bell that means you want attention. It's much cuter that way, and also you aren't breaking his things.)

In conclusion: it would be a very sweet relationship (:

[sleepingdeath-light]

romano smut hcs ; 18+

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

fandom(s) ; hetalia

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; romano vargas / south italy

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) ; sexually explicit content, public sex acts

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

he has super sexually sensitive thighs and groping/biting/kissing them is guaranteed to make him moan

very vocal in the bedroom both in the sense of talking a lot and in the context of just generally being very loud

swears a lot when he orgasms

very big on dirty talk and slips in a lot of praise — also alternates a lot between english and italian in the moment

extremely possessive and won’t even consider the thought of bringing someone else into your sex life or sharing you at all

very easy to fluster if you tease him by brushing your fingers against his cock and thighs over his clothes and whisper in his ear exactly what you need

wouldn’t send nudes but would be happy to receive them, always responding with a filthy compliment in italian

clothed grinding and thigh riding are extremely common types of foreplay with him since there are times when you’re too horny to get fully undressed and just need some quick release before the main event

he has a lot of toys that he enjoys using on you and is happy to go shopping for more if you see something you’d like to try out

big on doggy style and the concubine positions, but he’s also happy to fuck you against any sort of surface that’s closest to you at the time

his high libido means that if you let him, he’s happy to take you anywhere and everywhere

empty office/meeting rooms, any room in the house, alleyways, in the garden, in a tent or in your car, etc.

loves going down on you but prefers to have you straddle his face when he does (not a fan of kneeling)

has a shocking amount of stamina and can go for a while, but usually stops after two rounds because you need to recover

he’s about average in length but incredibly girthy

bath or pool sex would be something he’d be up for

has a slight thing for bondage but he can take it or leave it based on your preference

loves covering you in hickeys but will get super flustered if you leave any on noticeable areas on him (namely his throat)

[yawujin]

could I possibly request general romano relationship hcs? i love that italian

yess i love him too 💞 here you go !!

{ request } romano relationship headcanons 💭 ₊˚⊹

type • platonic relationship , romantic relationship , cute , light hearted , short read , romano is a (secret) sweetheart

friendship ♥︎

lots of times where he just rants about things that interest him or make him mad. it's either-or really. he just wants to have someone there listening to him so he knows he's not being ignored or something

he likes to go on runs with his friend, having so much energy being bottled up inside of him for too long can cause him to be irritable (same)

during hangouts at night, he'll like to find a park with a view that overlooks the city, and watch the skyline. him and his friend will have conversations about whatever pops into their minds-the sun gradually setting, leaving the sky painted an orangey-pink color :)

his favorite thing is when he invites his friend to the beach on a day where the sun is out and blazing but the wind is just cool enough to keep them from melting lol. he always feels happier on those days, making the conversation they would have with him extra lighthearted.

relationship ♥︎

cares for his partner in small ways that might go unnoticed. ie: throwing that pile of laundry in the washing machine on a day that they just can't. wrapping a blanket around them after they've passed out from doing a late night's work. purposely leaving one last slice of pizza or a few last spoonfuls of gelato. romano definitely cares more than he lets on

it'll take him a while to open up to his partner but once he does, he slowly but surely starts revealing more of what his insecurites and fears are. ofc he won't dump all of them onto his partner at first but, just the little things.

he def does that thing where he pretends to yawn and reaches an arm over his partner's shoulder to hold them

he also purposely sits super close to them so he can fall asleep on them when they sit together on the sofa late at night. his idea of these types of romantic things is a bit cliché, comical even, but it is really cute.

[lady0ctavia]

When Their S/O Has a Nightmare (Axis)

Headcanons for how the Hetalia characters would react to their S/O having a nightmare while lying in bed next to them.

Italy: Feliciano awoke to the sounds of whimpering. Upon opening his eyes, he was met with the sight of your face contorted with fear and little cries escaping your lips. "Bella, are you okay?" He'd say as he gently shook you awake. When you awake to see him, you start to cry. Saddened to see you in such a state, he'd put an arm around you and pull you close, pressing tiny kisses to your head and tracing small hearts on your back. "Shhh, it's okay bella. It's just a nightmare. It's okay."

Germany: As someone who occasionally gets nightmares regarding his country's past, he knows how miserable it can be to feel trapped in your own mind, even when you try to sleep. When he sees you beginning to cry in your sleep, his first instinct is to wake you up to try and free you from whatever it is your subconscious is putting you through. As you awake, he'll ask you what's wrong. When you begin to cry he'll hold you close, laying on his back and allowing you to rest on top of him, head against his chest with his strong arms around you. "Hush now, liebeling. It's alright, I'm here."

Japan: Kiku is far too polite to try and wake someone up, even if they're having a nightmare. So when you start to whimper and cry in your sleep, he'd be a little hesitant, running through the options in his head of what's the best thing to do. He'll eventually settle on giving you little kisses on the forehead. If you wake up, he'll caress your face and press his forehead to yours, asking if you're alright. If you don't awake, he'll hold you close until you calm down.

Prussia: If Gilbert were to see you having a nightmare, he'd likely not even hesitate to wake you up. After doing so and assessing your terrified expression, he'd insist on asking if you're okay. When you shake your head no, he'd open up his arms to you, bringing you into a warm and frankly too-tight embrace. He'll nuzzle into the crook of your neck, whispering to you. "Don't you worry, liebeling. I've got you. And I won't let anything harm you."

Romano: Unlike his brother who'd wake you, Lovino would pause for a moment, unsure of what to do. Initially, he'd wait to see if your nightmare would pass. But if it doesn't, he'd gently wrap his arms around you whilst entwining your legs together. If you were to wake up when he does this, he'd start rubbing a hand up and down your back as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear in Italian. And if you were crying? Kiss those tears goodbye. "Nobody can hurt you here, bella. I promise."

[hiver-vin]

Io sono l'Italia | Romano x reader

A/N: sorry if this is bad !! I’m a bit rusty,,

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Italy making moves on reader, probably ooc

“Are you Italy?”

Your voice rung out through the empty hall, echoing through Romano’s ears. The question almost didn’t seem real at first.

There’s no way you were asking him that.

But a small tug on the sleeve of his shirt confirmed it and almost hesitantly he turned around to face you.

You seemed a bit taken aback by his annoyed expression, was this really the guy Germany told you about? He matched the description almost perfectly…

His brow furrowed as he looked at you, his harsh glare making you more and more nervous.

“I-I think I have the wrong guy…” you laugh nervously as you throw your hands up. “I’ll just-“

“What is it exactly that you want?” He cut you off before you could scuttle away, crossing his arms over his chest. He told himself he couldn’t care less, but he was curious not only about the new nation in front of him, but if you had business with his brother than that made it his business too.

“Oh I just… Mr. Germany if I needed some help getting settled to find Italy, that ‘he’d make me feel right at home’.”

Romano let out a small exhale at your impression of Germany, finding amusement in the way you deepened your voice and furrowed your brow to mimic him. Romano scratched his chin, thinking for a second. He probably wasn’t the guy you were looking for- his brother was a lot friendlier than he was, he probably would just make you feel more nervous… but, you were kinda cute. As far as he was concerned he had been given the opportunity to chat up a cute girl before his brother could swoop in and ruin it for him…

“Yeah, alright.” He shrugged, motioning you to follow him as he turned around. “I’ll give you a tour.”

He watched as you let out a sigh of relief, a smug smile creeping onto his face.

“Yeah… that’d be nice… if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Sorry if I worried you, bella. Im a bit weary of strangers…” his now more relaxed demeanour helped ease you even more as he showed you around the large meeting building.

He threw in occasional flirts and compliments whenever he could, really buttering you up in anyway that he could. You seemed to be enjoying the attention so he didn’t mind cozying up to you a little bit for the time being. He knew once this tour was over and you were eventually introduced to everyone else you’d forget about him quickly, but for the time being it was nice to exist in these walls, just the two of you with your undivided attention.

“Maybe after this, you’d like to get lunch with me? Just the two of us?” He asked slyly.

You seemed to have warmed up to him quite a bit and if it was possible he’d like to keep it that way for as long as possible. He had to admit he liked being ‘Italy’. He had come second to his brother his whole life, just this once he wanted to come first.

You laughed sheepishly. “Aw, I-“ you were suddenly cut off by the sound of someone calling out to you both. Romanos face immediately fell as he turned around to see exactly who he was avoiding.

As Italy caught up to the two of you his smile widened. “I’ve been looking for you two everywhere!” He beamed. He quickly took your hand in his, all you could do is blink as you were a bit taken aback by his hyper behaviour.

“Oh wow! You’re the new girl? You’re so cute, I can’t wait to get to know you! I see you’ve met my brother, Romano! Are you two getting along? He’s a bit grumpy isn’t he?” His sing-songy voice just kept coming as he bombarded you with questions and compliments, it was almost dizzying. Romano let out a frustrated huff as he grabbed hold of his brothers arm, yelling something at him in Italian.

“Non vedi che siamo nel bel mezzo di qualcosa!? Idiota…”

Italy whimpered slightly, letting out a weak laugh as he looked back over to you.

“See I told you he was grumpy…”

Romano stood between the two of you, glaring at his younger brother as he continued to talk to him quietly in a language you couldn’t understand, it was weird watching them talk amongst themselves but you had the feeling it didn’t really involve you regardless. Eventually Romano huffed and threw his hands up, seemingly giving up on his brothers relentlessness.

He turned to leave, looking back at you one more time.

“I’ll uh… see you around.” He huffed.

You quickly reached out to him, grabbing hold of his arms. He blinked a few times as you followed closely behind him.

“We… still have a tour to finish.” You laugh nervously. “Why don’t we get back to that…”

“Are you sure?” He asked, gesturing back to his brother who seemed just as confused.

“Very.” You stated blankly. After a moment you both awkwardly waved goodbye to Italy, who looked like some kind of wounded puppy. You kept walking silently beside each other in silence, each of you unsure of what to say. You studied his annoyed expression, although you’d only just met today you had gotten relatively comfortable with Romano, considering him to be your first new friend.

After while you cleared your throat, finally speaking up. “You’re brother seems like… a handful… for me at least.”

He let out a small exhale, finding your remark amusing. “He is… but you’ll get used to it…”

He looked away, scratching the back of his neck.

“He’s far easier to get along with though, I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to run back and go along with him instead… you might have more fun that way.”

You shake your head, a small smile on his face. “I think I’m good, like I said he’s a bit too intense. I’ve had a good time with you.”

His cheeks reddened as he looked away from you, pouting slightly. “I feel like I should admit to you I’m not exactly the Italy you were probably sent to find…”

You shrugged. “Yeah, I figured as much when we ran into your brother. But as far as I’m aware you’re still Italy so… it all kinda worked out, yeah?”

His entire face burned a bright red at your words and he found himself stuttering. It was true, he technically was Italy- why did he care so much about the fact that you thought that too.

“Whatever.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m starting to get hungry, let’s get out of here and find something to eat.”

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Translations: Io sono l'Italia | I am Italy

Non vedi che siamo nel bel mezzo di qualcosa!? Idiota | Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something!? Idiot

Sorry if these are wrong! I do not speak itialian </3

[lilac-amethyst-skies]

Being in a relationship with Romano would include...

Playful bantering

Chasing one another around the house

Dinner with just the two of you that Romano made himself

Eating way too much pasta

Having an arm around your waist (especially if there are others present)

Incredibly lazy afternoons

Taking one too many naps

You witnessing him truly smile

Him bringing his mouth to your ear and whispering sensual things only you can hear (others may or may not be in the room with you…)

Listening to him play the guitar, a skill of his hardly no one knows about

You giving him the look when Romano’s laziness has hit its peak

Diffusing arguments between him and his brother

Watching Romano get wine-drunk

Romano suddenly coming up from behind, wrapping his arms around you with his face pressed into the junction of your neck and shoulder

You showering him in compliments and affirmation (but he totally doesn’t know how to react, so he just freezes with his face heavily covered in a blush.)

You becoming absolutely breathless in the way that he kisses you

Experiencing Romano’s adept hands in more intimate moments

Romano finally introducing you to Spain

Spain telling you super embarrassing baby stories about Romano

Spain almost ending up dead

You insisting Romano take you around the city

Lovely days under the sun

Romano’s hushed apologies when he came off as too harsh

Him attempting to teach you Italian (the both of you ending up into a pile of laughter when you don’t say something quite right)

You getting to witness first-hand those complicated layers of his disappearing one by one

Romano appreciating that you chose him first

[apple---cider---vinegar]

Lovino and Rain

It was a rainy evening.

You stood with your back flush against his chest; cradled in Lovino's arms as he gently swayed the two of you to the sound of the rain outside.

You were focused on the pattering against the window when he kissed your shoulder and lifted his head.

"Did you take your medication, amore?"

He could be such a mother-hen.

You nodded " You reminded me in the afternoon, Lovi"

He hums and lays his head back to your shoulder.

You continue to sway.

"I worry about you"

"I know"

It takes you a minute to gather your courage but you do - "I love you"

"I love you too"

[milkemim]

Day 7: Christmas Cards

WC: 908

Link to all chapters

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December 7th. The first week of Christmas went by in a flash. Since today was a Saturday, both Veneziano and Romano got to sleep in a little. Their beds were warm and soft, unlike the weather outside. Unlike [Name’s] bed. Or their whole house.

Slipping on their coat and shoes, shivering, they head out the door. The heating inside stopped working overnight and no matter how many layers they put on or how many warm drinks they drank, nothing eased the freezing feeling. The repairman wouldn’t be coming anytime soon either. So, they decided to pay the two brothers a visit.

Both the brothers wake up to the ring of their doorbell. Veneziano groggily gets up after a little and walks downstairs, to see Romano already at the door, yelling at [Name] for something. “[Name]! What’s going on, why are you here eso early?” He smiles and walks up to the door as well, “And come inside, don’t let the cold in!” He urges.

[Name] steps aside Romano and he closes the door behind. “Hi, Veneziano! The heaters aren’t working at my place and since you guys live near, I thought I’d spend the afternoon here, at least until it’s fixed. If that’s fine, that is.” They explain.

Romano sighs, “I guess it’s fine since you’re already here anyway.” He crosses his arms and looks down.

“Yay! Welcome to our house, [Name]! It’s been so long since I saw you!” Veneziano cheers and hugs [Name] quickly, already wide awake, partly because of the cold that found its way inside while the door was open.

“Yes, yes, thank you! I can make you guys breakfast, since I came at such an early hour. I haven’t had any yet, anyway.” [Name] says.

“I’m going back to bed. Wake me up when It’s done.” Romano walks back to his bedroom. He was still cranky from waking up so early after staying up so late.

“I’ll help you!” Veneziano happily offers and leads [Name] to the kitchen. He was always happy around them, as he was with most people. “Let’s make cornetti and valdostana! Oh, and brioche!”

Making everything on Veneziano’s from nearly scratch took roughly 2 hours. Thankfully it was the weekend, so no one was late to work. The two also made a lot more than just enough to feed three people, so they could heat some up during the following week in a rush.

After Veneziano went to wake Romano up, all three of them enjoyed a warm breakfast with coffee. It woke up Romano enough to be somewhat sociable and officially start the day. [Name] offered to do the dishes while the two brothers got dressed and ready.

The day was pretty ordinary. The three played video games in the living room for the most part. Afternoon came quickly and everyone was pretty tired of the console by now, so what would be a better idea than to make Christmas cards for their loved ones?

It was originally just a joke from Romano, but Veneziano quickly agreed to it. “I am NOT making Christmas cards!” He quickly backpedaled.

“Come on, Romano, it’ll be fun! And I’m sure Spain would love to hear from you! When was the last time you saw him?” Veneziano annoyingly latched onto his arm. “And It’s not like you actually have anything better to do!”

[Name] watched as the two argued with a small smile. “Let’s not force him, Veneziano… But it would be nice if he joined us.” They gently pulled Veneziano away from his brother.

“Fine. This better not take too long.” Romano sighs and reluctantly agreed and slid down from the couch to sit on the floor in front of the coffee table with Veneziano and [Name].

Veneziano got the arts and crafts basket out. There were assortments of stickers, colored paper, glitter glues and various supplies. Veneziano also puts Christmas music on from his phone, which Romano was not a fan of.

“Turn that off! It’s barely been a week of December!” He tries to grab Veneziano’s phone, but he holds it away from him.

“No way! It’s Christmas!”

“Not nearly!”

[Name] laughs at their antics and takes a red piece of paper and crinkle-cut scissors. “Let’s not fight! No one wants to go on Santa’s naughty list last minute, right?” They say as they start cutting a smaller part from the paper’s corner.

“Romano is already on the naughty list!” Veneziano pouts.

“Hey! Let’s just make these damn cards.”

Everyone works in silence for a moment. The only noise in the living room is the quiet Christmas music coming from Veneziano’s phone and the sound of making cards.

“I’m going to make matching cards for Germany and Japan!” Veneziano suddenly exclaims.

“Of course you are…” Romano mumbles.

“Don’t be so bitter. I’ll make a card for you too, but it needs to be made in secret!”

“Shut up.” Romano rolls his eyes.

“Who are you making a card for, [Name]?” Veneziano asks, turning to them.

“Secret~” They wink.

Unbeknownst to the three of them, they were being watched. By grandpa Rome and Germania!

“Look at my two little grandsons! Aren’t they so cute?” Rome happily smiles, hidden behind the doorway to the living room, even though they wouldn’t be able to see him anyway.

“First of all I don’t think they are little in the slightest, but yeah, yeah… Whatever you say.” Germania sighs and watches them with him.

[somehow-a-writer]

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

[crimson-kisses]

Hi hello good evening!! I have been lurking about for quite some time and i honestly love your writing!!

If it's not too much, could you give us a crumb of yandere romano?? 👀 some general headcanons or whatever you're in the mood for??

Have a lovely day!!

Piccolo regalo

Characters/Fandoms/Pairings: Yandere! Lovino Vargas || Romano [Hetalia] x Fem!reader

Warning: This story will contain xplicit yandere themes, proceed with caution [includes non consensual acts, toxic relationship, the like]

Author's notes: Lovino has definitely been in my mind lately, so have this little snippet I wrote up in a hurry. This was inspired by this piece by @yanderehetaliadrabbles 🌻🐝~~~♡

Also, remember that lot has been going around the world lately, try to educate yourself and contribute as much as you can.

The kitchen was infused with the enticing aroma of sizzling eggplant as you carefully fried the golden slices in a pan, observing as they reached the perfect balance of tenderness and crispiness.

On any other day, you would have joyfully taken a few bites, turned on the radio to sway to some tunes, and effortlessly navigated the kitchen to gather ingredients and clean up. However, today, sombre thoughts preoccupied your mind, leaving you focused solely on the task at hand.

A slight frown took on your lips as you adjusted the ribbon, holding back your hair. Yeah, you weren't really in the mood for swaying around and being carefree.

An almost alarming smell caught your attention as you instinctively set the fried eggplant slices aside on a plate lined with paper towels to drain. Slightly burnt but not too much to be concerned about.

Mistakes happen, and nothing is too perfect. It was the bitter truth, and one you accepted as you continued with the preparation of the dish.

Nothing is too perfect. Mistakes were human. You almost vividly recalled the countless times you'd watched your nonna prepare this beloved dish. She seemed to be so perfectly superior in her skills, but you remember her laughing about her own mistakes in her childhood when it was your time to take on the kitchen.

People weren't perfect, and no matter how superior or skilled they seemed, they were bound to slip up. That was being human. Humans weren't perfect, and neither were relationships.

Wiping your hands on your apron, you turned your attention to the tomato sauce, a crucial component that would add depth and richness to the dish. You tried not to think, think, and think. But you were always such a feisty smart ass for your own good.

Perhaps that extended to everything else as well. Ah, were you so blindsided by love that you couldn't see the signs any sooner? The cracks in your lover until it was too late? Maybe it was because he seemed so perfect. Someone who could love you despite the edges you had and cherish all your faults. He was too perfect to be human.

Trying to suppress the shaking of your hand, you sautéed onions and garlic in a seperate pot until translucent, then added canned tomatoes, letting the mixture simmer and thicken to perfection.

But he wasn't even human, and neither was he perfect. Nothing can be too perfect for everyone.

You tightened the apron around your waist, opening the curtains wider, allowing a strong beam of sunlight to flood the kitchen. The golden rays illuminated the room, casting a warm glow on the countertops and appliances. Outside, the gentle rustling of olive trees could be heard and seen, their branches heavy with ripe olives ready for harvest.

To Romano though, you were perfect. Too perfect maybe, your confident suave nature resonated well with him, balancing his fiery intense attitude. Mostly what pulled you both together though was pure passion for things you both loved. Both of you were so supportive and protective of each other, even embracing the faults.

With the eggplant fried and the tomato sauce ready, it was time to assemble the layers. You reached for a baking dish and spooned a layer of the tomato sauce onto the bottom, spreading it evenly to coat the surface.

You still loved him, despite all his issues, insecurities, and stubbornness. Your sly antics countered his flirty attempts, coolly challenging him and keeping him on his toes. The tango you initiated with him was a dance of passion and tension, French kisses after deep arguments were common, a way to your love amidst the conflicts. To you, he was perfect, but maybe that love still wasn't enough for him.

Next came a layer of the fried eggplant slices, their golden-brown hue a testament to their perfect crispiness. You sprinkled a generous amount of grated Parmesan cheese over the eggplant, the sharpness of the cheese promising to balance the sweetness of the tomatoes.

Your thoughts raced as you continued with the cooking. Memories of family gatherings, moments with your nonna, and times with friends seemed distant, almost as if they belonged to another lifetime. Ever since you were told, forced to stay in this secluded house in the Southern countryside, those memories felt even more remote.

The layering process continued, each addition of eggplant, tomato sauce, and cheese building upon the last, creating a beautiful and delicious mosaic of flavors and textures. You added the final layer of tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese to your favorite traditional dish.

The setting was undeniably idyllic, the kind that would make your mamma gush over its charm, and your zie would nod approvingly, pleased that you had finally settled down. Despite its beauty, you couldn't shake off the feeling of complete isolation, the sense of being disconnected from the world you once knew.

With the assembled dish in the oven, the kitchen filled with the comforting aroma of baked cheese and tomatoes. As you waited, your thoughts drifted once again to Lovino. He was the kind of man who would eat anything if you made it. Not that you would not threaten to poison his food if he didn't learn to appreciate what you cooked.

Nonetheless, you prepared some Caponata as a side dish knowing that's what Lovino preferred. Perhaps the sweet and sour taste resonated well with his personality.

You snorted in amusement. Asshole.

Setting the dining table, you poured some homemade Limoncello into a chilled glass. Placing it on a tray, you carefully set it on the dining table, beside the plated Caponata. Moments later, you retrieved the fragrant Melanzane alla Parmigiana from the oven, its baked cheese and tomato aroma filling the kitchen.

With oven mitts protecting your hands, you placed the hot dish on a trivet and proudly set it on the table, completing the meal for you and Lovino.

Placing your hands on your waist, you apprehensively glanced at the clock. He had said he would be coming home early today during the phone call, and judging by his tone, you assumed his mood was sour. Lately, this had become quite common, and it always made you tense when he seemed to be brimming with anger. The anticipation of his arrival weighed on you, adding an underlying tension to the otherwise peaceful atmosphere in the house.

There was a reason, you were trapped in the house he had bought for the both of you. Could you escape? Quite easily, but only physically for a short amount of time. Being a family woman, with close ties with other people, it put everything and everyone you loved at a dangerous risk.

You loved too deep, too passionately, too traditionally, and that love of yours kept you in shackles. That love which Lovino was possessive of. Lovino would easily find you, and he had already proved that your family and friends would pay the price if you stepped out of line. Heavily, and you couldn't bear that.

After all, how could you escape the grasps of a man who had been here for centuries? He knew every nook and corner, had legal and illegal ties which would be fatal.

The door opens with a thud, causing you to rise on your toes in startlement. You see your lover stumble in, clearly heavily intoxicated. His unsteady gait and slurred speech confirm your suspicions. Soon after, the sound of a car starting up can be heard, gradually fading as it drives away from the house, leaving behind an uneasy silence.

You wished you were in that car, far away from this isolated place. Perhaps, you could ask Lovino to take you out, once he is stable enough of course.

Nonetheless, pulling up your dress slightly to hasten your steps, you briskly walk towards him in concern. Your hands instinctively reach out to steady the stumbling man as he gives you a lopsided smirk, his eyes glazed and unfocused.

Lovino places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his intoxicated form. His shirt is disheveled, and you tug on it to help balance him properly, feeling the warmth of his breath and the weight of his body leaning against you.

Both of you stumble awkwardly after hastily closing the door. Before you can react further, Lovino pushes you up against the counter, causing your breath to hitch in surprise. You give him a level-headed stare, trying to convey your concern and irritation. However, he places a finger on your lips as you attempt to speak, effectively silencing you and adding to the tension between you two.

"Lovi, this—" your tone biting, you gesture sharply with your hands, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt, "is enough. Dinner is ready, and you are beyond drunk." Your eyes dart around, searching his face for answers.

All you find is overflowing love and a sense of lust swimming around his eyes. "Where have you been? Didn't you have some work today?" You finish with a sigh, placing a hand on his arm, furrowing your brows in concern.

God, you cared for this man so deeply. How could you not? You doubted you could ever stop caring for him, but sometimes you just didn't know what to do with him.

A flinch escapes you when you feel his fingers trace your jawline, skimming through the strands of your hair. His touch lingers for a moment, a slight frown forming on his lips. You wondered what was he thinking of.

"What's the matter, darling? Didn't you miss me, huh?" he mumbles incoherently, the furrows between his brows deepening along with his frown.

His eyes narrow as he bends closer to your neck, taking in your scent slowly. His hands, initially tentative, find their place around your shoulders, gripping slightly as he breathes deeply for a moment. He seems to be seeking comfort, trying to find solace in your presence.

But you can't seem to give him that, something in you doesn't know where to even start. Your fingers start to grip his shoulders as you let out a shudder, your lips almost ghost over his, hesitant and unsure.

"Mio amore, you have no idea how much I wanted to be with you today," Lovino starts, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. He grimaces disdainfully as he recalls his day, "After such a long day with a room full of idiotic bastards."

You couldn't help but grow more concerned, but chose to remain silent about it. As Lovino, had never liked you defending them, even if it was fair enough, given his attitude. There was always some drama at his workplace, especially regarding his personal relationships.

Pausing for a moment, he takes a deep breath, his eyes softening as they meet yours. "All the time, I was thinking of you," he confesses, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.

His hands, with an urgency you haven't felt in a while, snake around your waist with firm grip, drawing you irresistibly close to him. "Tesoro," he murmurs softly, the term of endearment rolling off his tongue, filled with affection. The weight of his desire is palpable, and you find yourself pressed tightly against his chest.

He breathes heavily, his warm breath brushing against your skin as he leans down, capturing your lips with an intensity that leaves you breathless. "Amore mio," he whispers against your lips, his voice husky with emotion. The world seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this passionate moment.

A startled noise escapes you, surprised by the suddenness and strength of his grip. As he deepens the kiss, his arms tighten around you, lifting you slightly off your feet. "Bella," he murmurs, pulling you even closer, the intensity of his emotions leaving you breathless. You could taste the alcohol on his lips.

"Wait, dinner is--", you start to say, your voice trailing off as Lovino emits an annoyed grunt. He pulls back slightly, his eyes narrowing as they lock onto yours, covered in a haze.

His hands grip yours, which remain on his chest, bringing them to his lips. He messily pecks every inch of your delicate skin, affectionately raw.

"Dinner can wait, I cannot," he declares firmly, his voice laced with urgency and unmistakable desire. The atmosphere between you two thickens, the dim light casts soft shadows on his face, highlighting the longing in his eyes. His fingers gently trace your jawline, a silent plea for you to stay in this intimate moment just a little longer.

He had always been drawn to your argumentative nature; he liked his women confident, assertive, yet elegant and romantic. The intoxicating affection between you was often mixed with passionate disputes and petty fights. That was just how he liked it. He wanted to see you angry with him, and then to have you care for him, let him take care of you, picking up the pieces both of you had scarred and kiss it right.

But now. He didn't have the patience for that, he had always been selfish, possessive when it came to you. He needed your love, a reminder marked onto his skin.

He needed to feel your unwavering love, even with all his flaws, trusting that you wouldn't forsake him, like everyone else always had, just as he would never dream of leaving you behind. He sought to drown his insecurities in the depths of your love and trust. By loving you, he hoped to discover his worth and find a place of significance in your heart. He wanted to be everything you would ever need. To be enough.

And never be cast aside once again.

Lovino needed you. Right at this moment, dinner left at the table to be eaten later right after both of you have devoured each other and Lovino had forgotten the outside world.

Instead, curses erupted from his lips as a kick was aimed at his shin, causing him to stumble back from the force of your push. He hissed and gripped the place where you had hit him, rubbing it and breathing harshly through gritted teeth. You took the opportunity to slip past him, your steps hurried and uneven as you moved toward the staircase.

For a moment, he stood there, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, the anger in his eyes simmering just below the surface. But it didn’t take him long to regain his momentum. His gaze followed you, and his expression darkened as he saw you with your back pressed against the wall near the staircase, your eyes peering at him through your lashes—a look filled with defiance and a hint of fear.

It made his chest ache, a sharp pang that twisted deep within him. You weren't supposed to look at him like that. You were supposed to be different. His lady. His treasure. His will to live. And yet, here you were, pushing him away when he needed you most. His frustration grew, an unspoken plea in his eyes, silently begging you to come back, to understand.

For a moment, he went blank, his hazy stare fixed on your disheveled form. Your hair was tousled, a wild halo framing your flushed face, a blush creeping across your skin. Even in your attempt at a glare, there was something undeniably alluring about you—the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, the fire in your eyes still burning. He found himself lost in the sight, his thoughts wandering back to the bar he had just left.

The memories were blurred, clouded by the haze of alcohol, but one thing was certain: he had been thinking of you the entire time. He thought of the faces around him, of meaningless conversations and laughter that left him hollow. None of it mattered, not when the only thing he wanted was to be here, with you, where every emotion, every moment felt real and raw.

But there was more to it, always more. The familiar feeling of being lost crept in, like a dark shadow lurking in the corner of his mind. He felt empty, hollow, as if his own sense of self was slipping away. Insecurity crawled under his skin, a sickly sensation, and tension coiled around his veins like barbed wire, cutting deeper with every thought. Fear gripped him—a fear that seemed to grow stronger every day. Fear of losing himself, of losing you.

He was terrified, the idea of being abandoned haunting him like a specter. Today, Antonio had managed to piss him off more than usual. The bastard had somehow found out about your existence. His former mentor, acting as if he had the right to give advice. But all Lovino felt was cold anger simmering in his veins, a rage he could barely contain. No one should know about you. No one had the right. What if someone tried to steal you away? What if he lost you because he wasn’t good enough?

The thought tormented him. Antonio could easily sweep you away with his charm. Francis could woo you with his words, his elegance. Even Gilbert, with his reckless charm and sharp wit, could draw you away. The fear felt like a hand tightening around his throat, suffocating him with the sheer terror of losing you. You, his only solace, his anchor in a world that always seemed to be against him. Forgot him.

You were his rose, prickled with thorns but ever blooming and vibrant. No other person could ever compare to the way you made him feel. Unlike the others, you didn’t irritate him or make him feel small; you didn’t belittle him with words or make him feel unimportant, discardable. With you, he felt seen, understood, cherished.

You were the one who didn't mock his insecurities or laugh at his temper. Instead, you stood by him, firm but gentle, seeing past his rough edges to the man beneath. With you, he could breathe, truly breathe, without the constant fear of being judged or cast aside. Every smile you gave him was a balm to his soul, every touch a reassurance that he wasn't alone, that he was worth something more.

But now, those very thoughts—the ones that lifted him from his darkest moments—were twisting into knots of doubt and fear. The possibility of losing you was tearing at him, the mere idea of it ripping open old wounds that never seemed to heal. And that thought, the cold reality of it, terrified him more than anything else in the world.

Because he wasn’t—and never would be—enough. For anyone. He was filled with faults, weighed down by his mistakes, and always fell short. Never just enough, always the second choice. Always.

That gnawing fear haunted him, creeping into the corners of his mind like a shadow that wouldn't dissipate. It told him he wasn't worth loving, that he could never hold on to anything good, that even you—his precious rose—would eventually see through him and slip away. The fear clawed at his insides, twisting his heart with every breath he took.

His hands clenched into fists, his jaw set tight as he fought against the growing panic. He couldn't lose you, not when you were the only one who made him feel alive, who made the world seem a little less empty. Not when you were the only person who saw something in him worth saving.

“Lovino—” you began, your voice wavering as you pressed yourself further against the wall, your hands searching for something—anything—to steady your trembling form. His name escaped your lips like a fragile whisper.

He took a step forward, unsteady but determined. His gaze never wavered from you, eyes dark with frustration, longing, and something more—something deeper and more unsettling. His breath was ragged, the scent of alcohol lingering in the air as he closed the distance between you, each step causing your heartbeat to quicken, your chest tightening with fear and something else you couldn’t quite place.

"Don't... don't come any closer," you managed to choke out, but your words seemed to fall on deaf ears as he continued, his stare locking you in place, making you feel both trapped and exposed.

He gives off an unsettling grin, mostly lopsided, as he inches even closer. "What's the matter, bella? Don’t I make you feel so good?" His voice is low and mocking, dripping with a twisted sort of affection. Sultry, enough to make you melt.

Heat rushes to your cheeks at the memories his words conjure, flashes of nights filled with soft murmurs and tangled sheets, moments when his touch was all-consuming and left you breathless. Lovino knew how to please his women. But now, that same touch feels different—possessive and heavy, like a storm cloud hanging overhead.

Fear still rests cold and lumpy in your stomach, winding tighter with each of his steps. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure, but the grin on his face only widens, sensing the effect he has on you. His eyes trail over your flushed skin, every flicker of emotion you can’t hide.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as his hand presses firmly beside your head, trapping you against the wall. His eyes are locked on yours, watching every flicker of emotion like a predator stalking its prey. As you try to inch away, he matches your movement, trailing you step for step, making escape up the stairs impossible.

His other hand slowly moves to the hem of your dress near your neck, fingers brushing the fabric with an infuriating slowness, savouring each nervous gulp and the way your thighs shift uneasily He seems to drink in your reaction, his grin widening with every twitch and squirm. There’s a knowing look in his eyes, one that seems to say he understands you more than you understand yourself. Your expressions are open to him, revealing every thought, every emotion like a movie playing out just for his viewing.

Soon enough, you gasp as his hands curl around your thighs, lifting you slightly, pressing his body firmly between them. His lips trail along your neck, planting fervent kisses, each one more desperate than the last. Your head tilts back instinctively, exposing the soft skin to his hungry mouth. Soft, vulnerable moans escape your lips, betraying the conflicted feelings simmering within you, while your hands find his shoulders, gripping tightly as if to anchor yourself amidst the whirlwind of sensations.

"Tell me, mia cara," he murmurs, voice thick with need, his breath hot against your skin, "tell me how good I make you feel." His words are almost a growl, laced with a desperate need to settle down his hunger.

"Lovi— I can't ri—" you begin, but your words are abruptly cut off as a sharp cry escapes your lips. Lovino bites down on the exposed skin of your neck, his teeth grazing just enough to send a jolt through your body. A low groan rumbles from his chest as he pulls back slightly, his breaths heavy, and his hand creeps toward the neckline of your dress, fingers tracing along the fabric with a deliberate slowness. His face inches back, frustration evident in the furrow of his brows.

"Why… why aren't you wearing the dress I gave you, huh?" he mutters, his voice tinged with irritation, his eyes searching yours for an answer. His hand tightens its grip on your waist as he leans in to kiss you, but you turn your head to the side, denying him.

A flicker of hurt flashes across his face, quickly replaced by a deeper frown. "Che diavolo, why won't you look at me?" His voice trembles with a mix of anger and insecurity, his hands trembling slightly as they hover near your cheek, longing to pull you back in, to have you only for himself.

You can't.

You feel him pull away, only to grab your hands again, a rough grip as he drags you up the stairs, His grip tightens around your wrist, knuckles white, dragging you up the winding stairs, each step echoing like the drumbeat of your heart as you stumble, half-carried, half-pulled into the darkness of the bedroom.

Your heart pounds in your chest, a storm of conflicting emotions. You love him — desperately, hopelessly — but you can't.

You can't keep on giving, not when he's already taken so much from you, threatening to consume your very soul with his burning need for love, for your love. How much more could you give? How much until you weren't enough for him anymore?

He yanks you into the bedroom, his movements hurried, almost frantic, as he begins to tug at the fabric of your dress. His eyes are wild, his lips twisted into a scowl. "You know... I never liked that damn cousin of yours," he mutters darkly, voice dripping with disdain. "The color doesn’t even suit your beauty."

You flinch at the venom in his tone, your glare meeting his. "It was given with love, Lovi," you retort, voice firmer than you feel. "He’s like a brother to me."

The word "brother" seems to pierce him like a knife. You see his expression darken, his jaw clenching tightly. You know he despises that word, especially after the disastrous encounter you had with his own brother, holding nothing but a deep-seated disdain for him. His grip tightens on the fabric of your dress, and you can feel the anger radiating from him, a hot, intense wave that seems to make the room feel smaller, the air heavier.

Lovino's breath is ragged as he looms over you, his hand curling around your waist possessively. "Don’t speak of him," he hisses, eyes narrowing into slits. "He won't love you like I do. No one does. And I won’t let anyone think they can even think of you that way."

Confusion grips you as Lovino's slurred words tumble out, his meaning obscured by the fog of alcohol. What is he talking about?The realization hits you suddenly — he’s drunk, and his mind is weaving together unrelated memories. it's clear he's thinking of his brother or that former mentor you've never even met.

He starts tugging at your dress, his movements frantic and almost clumsy. The fabric slips from your shoulders, pooling around your feet. A flash of panic surges through you — your heart pounds as you instinctively cross your arms over your chest, trying to cover yourself. But Lovino’s hands are quick, his fingers hot against your skin as they grip your waist, yanking you back toward him.

“Non farlo,” he growls, voice taut with frustration. “Don’t. I’m just trying to love you... Why do you keep pulling away?” There’s a raw edge to his tone, a strain that makes you shiver. His grip tightens on your sides, and you feel trapped by his intensity, his overwhelming need.

You try to back away, but your knees give out, and you stumble to the floor. The carpet cushions your fall, but Lovino is already there, closing in with a feverish look in his eyes. His breath fans against your face, and you see the desperation — a wild, almost feral determination that makes your stomach clench in fear. His presence feels suffocating, his gaze locked onto you as if you’re the only thing keeping him sane.

"Mi sei mancata così tanto," he whispers, a slight tremor in his voice, his fingers digging into your skin like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. "Every minute I'm away from you, I feel like I'm losing my mind." His hands move, fingers tracing the thin straps of your bra. You flinch, trying to twist away, but he catches your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Guardami,” he orders, his voice thick with emotion. “Look at me, amore mio. Why won’t you just let me love you? Why do you keep running away?” His lips are close, so close, and you can feel his breath against your skin, warm and insistent.

Your chest tightens with anxiety. You feel tears sting at the corners of your eyes, your mind a whirl of conflicted emotions. You should push him away, should scream or shove him back — but your body is frozen, caught in the intensity of his desire, the raw, unfiltered need in his eyes.

Lovino’s fingers are trembling, tugging at your bra with an urgency that feels like it might break you. “Why can’t you see that no one will love you like I do?” he mutters, his voice cracking. “Nessuno... not Antonio, not Francis. No one.”

He surges forward, capturing your lips with a force that knocks the breath from your lungs, his kiss rough and demanding. His body presses against yours, almost crushing, as if he’s trying to merge with you, to ensure you can never escape.

You gasp against his mouth, your hands bracing against his chest, and for a moment, all you feel is the racing of his heart against your palm, the heavy beat of it matching your own. His hands are everywhere, pulling at you, holding you close, and there's a desperate edge to his touch, a frantic, aching need that makes your head spin.

And beneath him, you feel the weight of his obsession, his unrelenting desire. You're left trembling, torn between the instinct to fight and the growing realization that nothing will make him let go.

Your back arches as his knee presses against your core, forcing a soft, broken whimper from your lips, "Lovi~" The sound slips out despite the creeping dread that tightens like a vice around your ribs. You feel his pleased hum vibrate against your skin, resonating deep in your bones.

His grip tightens on your neck, and he gasps, a low, needy growl, "Sì, say my name again, bella, please... Tell me how good I make you feel."

Tears spill down your cheeks, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric as if it could save you from the intensity of his gaze. You can’t meet his eyes — those dark, wild eyes where hunger and desperation mix, his Adam’s apple bobbing with every ragged breath. You remain silent, unwilling to feed the fever burning in his chest. His hands move, cupping your breasts with a possessive tenderness, as if holding the fragile pieces of your heart, ready to tear them from your chest and devour them, bit by agonizing bit, until he’s full — or until you’re emptied.

You would give and give and give... because even now, a twisted, agonizing love still clings to your heart, beating for him.

His fingers fumble with the buckle of his belt, urgency trembling in his movements as he presses himself further between your legs, trapping you beneath the weight of his need. "Oh, mia farfalla," he murmurs, a dark promise coating his words, "I’m going to make your wings flutter tonight."

He would take and take and take, driven by the insatiable hunger he couldn’t stifle, the self-loathing he couldn’t escape. His breath hitches, and his eyes bore into yours with a maddening obsession.

"No other man could ever be perfect for you. You are too perfect to belong to anyone else."

And maybe, just maybe, when your chest has been carved open, your ribs stretched to their breaking point, and your heart ruthlessly torn apart and devoured, when every piece of you has been laid bare and consumed, maybe then,

Perhaps, in that moment of ultimate surrender, you might finally be perfectly enough for your precious amore— your Lovino.

When you open your eyes with a flutter, it feels as if the events of last night were nothing more than a fleeting dream. Yet, the ache in your body betrays the truth. You find yourself dressed in a satin yellow nightgown, your hair brushed and your skin clean — all clearly the work of Lovino's careful hands.

Groggy and disoriented, you stumble down the stairs. The house may be vast, but thankfully, Lovino's impatience meant the bedroom was close to the main areas. He couldn’t wait for you to be within arm’s reach.

In the kitchen, you see Lovino meticulously reheating last night's dinner and adding a touch of his own culinary flair. His back is turned to you, but you sense his awareness in the subtle, deliberate movements of his hands.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice cuts through the silence, thick with an unexpected vulnerability that catches you off guard. You watch him for a moment, your fingers absently running through your hair, trying to steady yourself.

"No, amore mio," you whisper, your voice steady, but your chest tightens with each word. You see the flicker of doubt in his eyes, the hesitation, and you know he can sense the lie—he always does. Yet, you keep repeating it, hoping maybe this time, it will be true.

You gaze out the window, observing how summer's golden warmth will soon yield to the crisp embrace of autumn. As the leaves fall and the world prepares for winter's silent stillness, the cycle of seasons will continue its eternal dance, ever turning, ever renewing.

Perfectly.

[generational-atrophy]

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.

[sleepingdeath-light]

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

[yawujin]

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.

[fandom-freak-123]

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

[where-the-pearls]

How would they kiss you (gifs)

Axis

North Italy/Feliciano Vargas

Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt

Japan/Kiku Honda

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt

South Italy/Lovino Vargas

[lilac-amethyst-skies]

(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.