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Colder. - Italy x Reader.

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It was colder than usual.

But then again. It was expected from Russia's General Winter. You clutch tighter onto your scarf, spinning in the white sea of snow.

You owned a house not too far away from where you were standing, hence the fact why you were out in such weathe-

"Help! Help me!" A voice interrupted your thoughts as a young one ran up to you, hugging you tightly - followed by another tall man behind him, that one only slowly walking with a creeped smile upon his gentle face.

"Become one with Mother Russia, little Feli-Feli~" The Russian man sang out in the distance, causing the Feli-Feli to hang on to you even tighter. Your gloved hands only wrap around and about the boy glued to you as he began to sob.

"What's your name?"

"Feliciano... What's yours?"  

"(Name). Don't worry about it, Feliciano. I'll handle it." You only look up as the Russian man hover over both of you, smiling.

"You'll both become one with Mother Russia, da?"

You shook your head, tightening your grasp on Feliciano. "No! I'm going home and with this boy - and this instant too!" You turned around on your feet as you felt yourself being choked on by your scarf, pulled back and twisted.

"L-Let go..."

"Not until you become one with Mother Russia!" Feliciano only cries loudly as a voice started to sing from the trees.

In Heaven... The policemen are British... The engineers are German... And the lovers are Italian...

His shadow only remained nowhere to be found as Feliciano had grabbed hold of your hand, running off from the tall Russian man, who was distracted and clapping.

"Who was that, Feliciano!? Do you know!?" You heaved.

"That was my Grandpa! Grandpa Rome!"

"Your Grandpa knows how to sing!" You waited and inspected your surroundings. "Also, Feliciano. Do you know where we are?"

"Nope! Not at all!"

...

Finally settling into your house with the clueless Italian, he was already fast asleep on your couch, snoring and humming in his sleep.

"Aw," you coo. "He is really adorable." You watch as his mouth open to only mumble a small 'pasta' before going back to dozing. You stroke his hair as you notice his indescribable never seen curl.

An idea only washed over you.

You grab a hold of the curl as you gave it a slight tug, with the Italian groaning and moaning.

You blushed deep red seeing the effects as you walk to the kitchen, ready to boil some pasta for the later hungry Italian.

However, it later proves that one whole pot of pasta still wasn't enough to feed his poor hungry tiny soul.

...

Later that following evening when Feliciano had to leave back to Italy, his hometown - you only left him with your number so he could call you next time he decided to visit Russia, which he answered to be: "I don't think it'll be soon." as he also mumbled: "Russia is just too scary, and cold."

Then a month later, you received a call from the Italian invitating you to Italy for a date.

Yes. All the way to Italy.

For a date.

Which you gladly accepted.

...

"(Name)!" The Italian pounced on you, giving you a tight hug as a greeting. "I'm so glad you are here! Come on! The pasta place is down this block!" Feliciano only grabs your hand, dragging you down the block with your cheeks blushing tint of various pink.

...

After that pasta dinner, Feliciano brings you to visit his residence, which is quite a walk but a good exercise.

It was all worth a while when you walked in with a scent of pasta, tomatoes and cheese.

"Have a seat, (Name)! I'll get some drinks! Water is good for the healthy bodies! I'll get it!" Feliciano ran to the kitchen as he came back with a glass of water, placing it on the table.

Feliciano sat next to you on the sofa as the room was filled with silence. "Nice house, Feliciano!"

"Grazie, bella! I never had much guest over my house, so I don't have much to offer. I'm sorry..." A small frown was placed over his smile as he looked down, fingers making circles with one another - as if he was a bit nervous for something.

"I actually want to ask you something, bella." His brown eyes opened this time.

You took a sip of water from your cup. "What is it?"

"I know we've only met for a really short time, but I really like you, bella!" Feliciano's brown eyes shut, frightened for rejection or acceptance.

"That is so cute, Feliciano..." You look to him, grabbing him into your embrace. "Me too..."  

"Really?" You nodded at his repeated question. "Yay! I'm serving double pasta dish tonight!"

"Actually, I don't like you," Feliciano's eyes looked down. "I love you, you silly Feliciano." The Italian grinned.

"I love you too, bella! Oh! I have to definitely call my friends tonight to tell them!"

"Your friends?"

"Si! Ludwig, Kiku and my fratello - Lovino!"

"I never knew you had so man-" You felt the Italian yank at your hair as his lips was placed on yours, claiming his territory.

"Oh silly bella, you'll know every single part of me, sooner or later."
Another fluffy commission for ~AnnaTheWonderGirl01! Hope she liked it. o 3 o

I had fun, honestly.

You (c) :iconitalyderpplz: :iconsaysplz: That's one creepy pasta!
Italy and Hetalia (c) :iconhimaruyaplz:
Story (c) =HillsOfSilence

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lilacpastelroo's avatar
Everyone's thinking the last line is super perverted, and I'm just kinda relating it to getting to know him more and such-