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ItalyxReader: Sunburnt

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  "Al...I don't like the beach..." You murmured as you crawled into the shade of the beach umbrella he had set up. "The sun is annoying, the sand is annoying, the kids are annoying, the water is annoying, etcetera."

  America grinned, crossing his arms across his perfectly toned beach-body and shook his head,"Tsk, tsk my little ___________. Don't you want to tan up at least like most other girls?" He outstretched his arm, showing a beach full of various young adult girls and women stretched out on beach towels, their eyes shut and resting comfortably.

  Shaking your head, you lay back on your own, completely covered by the shade of the umbrella. "Why do I even need to think about getting a tan Al? It's not like I've got a boyfriend to please with my looks."

  You heard him laugh from above you before he sat down, sending sand into your face. Sputtering the sand away from your mouth, you opened your (e/c) eyes with a dark glare. "How's about...Feliciano...?"

  The anger in your eyes suddenly mixed in with the emotion of shock. You grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently,"When the hell did you hear about my crush on Feli you jerk...!?" His baby blues showed content and joy in your pain,"W-Who did you tell...!?"

  "Nobody! Nobody! Your secret is safe here." He grinned convincingly. His hands were buried in the sand, playing with its coolness under the shade as he spoke,"So will you go out and tan now?"

  "No!" You pouted. "I absolutely refuse!"

  "Fine, suit yourself." He got up, a trail of sand leaving the top of his red, white and blue bathing trunks as he ran off, leaving more sand atop your laying form once more. "Tell me when you're not in a crabby mood!"

  "Jerk!" You stammered, still angered at the action. After a moment of simmering down, you reached into your bag and pulled out a mirror. Your (s/c) skin seemed to have a more pale complexion than you would've liked.

  Getting up, you knocked off all the sand on your towel and laid it out in the sun. Stretching out on the towel, you found yourself rather relaxed by the warmth of the sun. Only a small voice in the back of your head edged at you. 'I feel like I'm forgetting something...'


__________><____________

  "Sunblock..." You groaned, your skin now reddened from the rays of the sun. "I forgot to put on sunblock..." It hurt to move, any movement only agitating it more, burning at your skin.

  (Painfully) grabbing your cellphone, you called up America only to have the voicemail come up. When the initial beep occurred, signaling your time to leave a message, you hissed out five words,"This is all your fault."

  Hanging up, you dialed one other person-Italy. You had such a bug crush on the zesty, happy-go-lucky man. His innocence was the reason you were drawn to him, you going to his aid after he hurt himself during training.

  You remember him crying about a scraped knee and you rushing to his side to clean off the now barely bleeding wound that he was being so melodramatic about.

  His copper eyes glistening with fresh tears and the sunlight while his cheeks lightly dusted with pink. It made your heart beat wildy just thinking about him.

  The phone rang a few times, you waiting patiently in a calmer state. "Ciao! It's Feliciano!"

  "Feli...hey it's ____________...um...r-really weird question...but I got a really and sunburn...can you get Lud-"

  "You got sunburnt!?" He asked loudly, making you cringe. His voice picked up before you could respond,"Don't you worry bella. I'll come right over. I have some Italian remedies that'll help you!"

  "Italy...! All I need is some aloe-!"

  "I'll be right over!" Italy exclaimed before hanging up. This was the last thing you wanted, your crush seeing you in such an embarrassing state. But at least if you blushed, he wouldn't even notice.

___________________

  Italy came about an hour later. Unable to move, you nodded off into a shallow sleep. He crept in on his own, your door unlocked and opened to the world. "Bella...? Bella, are you home...?"

  Moving into the house more, he made it into your room, a plastic bag in his hands, nervously kneading at the handles. Spying your (red) figure laying in bed asleep, he shuddered. "Bella...? ___________...?"

  He sat beside you on your bed, about to place his hand on your back but pulling it away in good time. Rummaging through the bag he left laying beside him, he produced a small bottle of cream.

  "I promise this should help a bit..." He murmured before emptying some of the cold cream on his hands a then rubbing them together. "I'm sorry about this ___________..."

  His hands massaged your reddened back, the initial impact making you freeze in pain but soon ebbed away into relaxation. Looking over, you blushed at the fact that he was making such contact with you.

  "Don't move...I promise this is going to make the pain go away..." His hands gently caressed your back, making you lull back into sleep easily. He was humming a calming tune while he did so as well.

  "Feli...my lower back..." You said in a soft tone. As if on cue, his hands inched down your back by the waist. "I'm sorry I'm bothering you with this..."

  "It's okay _________." He said in a calm and cheerful voice. His hands lost their presence for a moment before they reappeared, more of his homemade remedy on his hands sending a stinging pain on your upper back. "You helped me, so I can help you."

  "This is all Alfred's fault..." You growled as his hands started to knead your shoulders. The calming movement made you relax once more,"He told me that this guy I like, likes tan girls...and I kind of forgot sunblock in my dazed mind..."

  His hands left your shoulders suddenly. Looking over a tad confused, you saw that he wasn't even looking towards you. "You like someone ___________? Can you at least tell me who it is...?"

  Biting your lips, you couldn't bring yourself to say it,"I-I can't..."

  One of his hands brushed onto yours. "Bella...c-can I tell you something...?" In a second, his lips were pressed against yours, your own (e/c) eyes widening in shock.

  Italy didn't give you time to respond, pulling away mere seconds later. "___________, I love you...you're pretty and funny and..." His eyes started watering up, his face red as could be due to embarrassment. "I-I know I'm not a-as good as whoever you like..."

  "Feli..." He looked away,"Feliciano...I love you too."

  His eyes opened, their beauty captivating you and drawing you in. "B-Bella...y-you love...me...?"

  "Of course I do silly..." You grinned reassuringly. Trying to reach up to wipe away his tears, you flinched in pain. Italy took your arm and massaged it gently. "You're such a sweet and kind person..."

  "But you are the nice one..." He said. "Germany usually yells at me if I fall and tells me to keep moving but, you came and helped me. You didn't even get mad at me for it..."

  "Of course I wouldn't..." He placed a hand on your chin. You rested your head on it and continued,"I could never get mad at you Feli...I love you..."

  "Ti amo bella..."

  His hand rested on your shoulder, making you cringe in pain,"C-Can you finish up putting that stuff on me-"

  "Y-Yea...sorry ___________..."

The End
This one was suggested.

The beginning sequence was actually from an idea of an America insert I was going to write but found it more appropriate here.

I don't own you or Hetalia!
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MapleizedCanada's avatar
Awe, this is so wholesome!