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RomanoxReader: Mixed Feelings

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  Looking around with tears staining your face and worry in your (e/c) eyes, you cried out again for your parents who seemed to vanish from thin air. Every little charm that you noticed had somewhat disappeared. 

  You were five. You were in a foreign country. And you were lost. Also add that you were frightened and didn't know what to do to that list as well.

  The story is, you and your family were in Italy for vacation and your parents got lost in what seemed like an endless crowd of people. Or rather, you got lost and left behind by them.

  Pausing for a second, you tried to seek them out again, only another child at about the same age knocked into you and caused you to tumble over and you immediately started sobbing once more.

  "Damnit, stupid bella-" The boy had dark brown hair and copper-colored eyes and he really didn't seem all to happy until he noticed you were crying. "S-shush you...damnit...I didn't mean to make you cry-"

  "Oí, Romano!" A man with dark brown locks or curled hair and emerald eyes approached you and noticed you both in a short instant. He knelt down beside you and messed up your (h/c) hair lightly,"Romano, what did you do to her?"

  "I didn't do nutin'..." He muttered, gripping onto the fabrics at the bottom of his shirt and kicking the dirt up.

  The stranger picked you up off the ground and dusted you off a bit. He used his sleeve to wipe the tears off your face,"Did my Romano do something to you chica...?"

  You felt bad kind of giving him up,"He pushed me...but he didn' mean it..." You muttered. The boy, Romano, looked up at you a bit surprised seeing as how you didn't give him in to his assumed parent.

  The older man chuckled a bit,"Romano, just say your sorry..." From below, you heard him stubbornly whisper it to himself (amazingly) before he kicked up another pile of dirt. "So why are you here all by yourself...?"

  "I'm lost..." You admitted. At least maybe the stranger could offer you some help, even if you didn't know him. "I-I got separated from my mommy and daddy..."

  A few tears fell, but the stranger wiped them away,"It's okay...I'll bring you back to mi casa and we'll figure this out." He bent down and scooped Romano up with ease much to Romano's dislike.

  The stranger took a few steps before continuing in a conversation,"Oh, I forgot. My name is Antonio and this here-" He jounced Romano lightly,"-is mi tomato pequeño, Lovino."

  'But I heard him call the boy Romano...' You thought to yourself as the sunlight hit your face lightly. You gripped onto Antonio's shirt slightly to keep your balance in the meanwhile.

  "I'm not your damn tomato, stupid Spain-"

  "Romano!"

  "Spain...?" Both of them turned their attention to you,"Wait...but your name is Antonio...isn't it...? And I heard you call him Romano..."

  Antonio stopped and moved over to the side to let people walking by go through. Both of them seemed to be at a loss for words and stood in the shadows soundlessly.

  "I'll explain when I get you home..."

  He stepped back into the sunlight and stayed a bit more silent than before. Romano looked at you and looked away,"So you don't have a name or somethin'?"

  "Huh...?" Romano looked towards you almost unphased before you got it,"O-oh...my name is __________-"

  "Stupid bella..." He said a bit louder,"That's such a dumb name."

  "Romano, that wasn't nice. Apologize." Romano opened his mouth to protest but only managed to say,'But Spain-' before he was cut off. "Now, Romano."

  Romano pouted a bit and crossed his arms,"Sorry."

  Not much later, Antonio, or rather Spain, explained to you about each country having a human representative of it much like he and Italy Romano as you found out. Romano complained about his name being Italy but everyone acknowledging his little brother for the name which is why he was called 'Romano' instead.

  After he explained all the nooks and crannies to you, he let you and Romano go off outside whilst he called some people so that maybe he could find your parents.

  Romano brought you outside even though he was kind of bullying you whenever you did something to his disagreement; calling you names, pushing you, ect. But at one point, he brought you over to a garden where there were tomatoes growing.

  There was one ripe for the picking and as you reached out for it, Romano took it off the branch,"Hey! That's mine..."

  "Nuh uh!" He said, sticking his tongue out at you,"You snoze, you loose-" But with one look at your face (which was already tearing up once more), he handed it over willingly to you. "Fine, anything  to keep you from crying again."

  As he gave it to you, your hands brushed and he pulled away as if he got stabbed or something. But you managed to grab the tomato before it fell and hit the ground. Looking at it, you felt bad. "Do you want to share...?"

  "Share? Why would I wanna share?" He snapped a bit, holding the wrist of the hand you brushed,"It should be mine anyways, I took it first!"

  "Well..." You sat next to him and leaned on him a bit and he moved away. "You want it, and I want it, so why don't we just share it so we're both happy?" You suggested thoughtfully.

  "Fine..." Romano said, standing up in his spot and dusting himself off. You did the same and followed him inside back to Spain.

  As you walked in, Spain was hanging up the phone,"Oh, ____________.  You're parents are coming over right now, so don't worry, okay?"

  "But..." You said in a low voice,"I wanted to spend time with you guys too...I-I might not see you again..."

  "Of course you will." Romano snapped a bit,"You can come back tomorrow idiota..."

  "I'm going to (home country) tomorrow..." You nearly whispered.

  "Oh..." Romano said in a voice equal in volume to yours. "W-well...Spain...say something..."

  Spain smiled a bit,"I'll talk to your parents. You know our secret so we'll stay in touch."

  Your parents arrived a few moments later while you and Romano were eating the tomato you picked up in the garden. You ran into their arms as Romano hid a bit behind Spain.

  He and your parents got to talking for awhile while you and Romano ran off together. Running back outside, you played for a good half and hour while they talked.

  Romano came over to you with something behind his back. "What do you have there Roma...?"

  His face was a bit red and he was staring at his toes expectantly while his mouth was crooked. He suddenly brought out a small little flower with his right hand,"J-just...c-come back to us...okay...?"

  Taking the flower, you couldn't help but smile and you kissed his cheek, making his face go completely red. "I will...I promise Romano...." He stuck his pinky out and you entwined yours with his, a small on both of your faces.


____________________

  You stared at your pinky which lay plainly on your kneecap as you rode down the streets that brought back all too familiar memories of that day. As agreed, you stayed in touch with them and finally gathering a good sum of money, went on the next flight to Italy you could get on.

  Spain was absolutely delighted to hear that and informed you that he's set up a room for you to stay in. Romano just complained in the background. You were kind of excited to see them after awhile.

  When the taxi pulled over, you thanked the driver and took your things from the back. No surprise that Spain was waiting at the door in wait. "Hola chica. My my, you've grown. How old are you now?"

  "You know I'm (age) you idiot!" You laughed a bit as he welcomed you in. "But you haven't grown a day Spain. Where's Lovi?"

  "I told you to stop fucking calling me that!" He suddenly entered in, walking down the flight of stairs that stood beside you. He had definitely had grown in comparison. He was much taller and quite lean...actually, he was downright scrawny. But he was also much more handsome than you remembered.

  When he stood on front of you, you noticed his attitude was indifferent. You could see the annoyance in his eyes. "Nice to see you Romano." Forcing a smile, you spoke sweetly to him. "I missed you-"

  "Yea, whatever."  He mumbled, waving you off before storming past you and knocking your luggage from your hands.

  Sighing, you picked your things up,"Romano! Come back and apologize to ___________!" Spain snapped, kneeling down beside you and helping you gather your things,"Sorry...he hasn't been like this in ages."

  "Nah. It's fine." You reassured him, taking your things from his hands,"Thanks."

 He grinned back a bit,"Again, I'm sorry about mi tomate. I don't know what's wrong with him. I'll make sure he makes this up to you later, okay?"

  "N-no really Spain...it's fine." Again, you tried to assure him,"I promise. Can I just get to my room...it was a long flight...kid kicking the chair the whole time...you know."

  "Sure thing." He took your hand and kissed it gently, smiling at you before taking your luggage and carrying it to your room where you immediately crashed.

_______________

  "Ragazza..." You turned away from the voice in your sleep, clenching your eyes shut,"Oí, idiota..." Again, you decided to ignore it until you felt someone grab the fabrics of your shirt and pants and ripped you off the bed, causing you to fall on the floor.

  Opening your (e/c) eyes, you saw Romano standing there looking rather pissed,"Oí! Ra-ga-za! God, it's like waking up a fucking brick for gods sake. Now get up."

  He made absolutely no attempt to help you off the floor. In fact, he stood there, staring down at you as you scraped yourself off the hardwood floors,"Why can't you let me fucking sleep...?"

  "Spain left for some stupid thing and I thought you might be hungry." He said a bit timidly. "Get dressed. We're leaving in ten minutes..."

  As he walked out, you thought about giving him a whack in the back of the head but didn't attempt it. You didn't know how to dress so you got in a cute dress which was semi-formal and slid on some black flats before going to the living room and waiting.

  When Romano came down the stairs, he was in dress pants wearing a white shirt and a black tie. You stood up a bit,"S-sorry...I didn't know what to put on so...I hope this is okay..."

  "Yea, it's fine." He took a key from the key ring and swung it on his finger before catching it in the palm of his hand and dangling them,"Come on."

  The whole ride, you both sat in utter and complete silence. At one point, you tuned the radio on to drone out the silence. He brought you to a little Italian restaurant but it appeared to be closed.

  You were about to inform him of this but you were awaken by the slamming of the car door and the opening of yours,"H-hey...it's closed you know-"

  "Shut up..." Romano mumbled as he helped you out of the car. He shut the door before walking up to the door and knocking (pounding his fist) on it,"Oí, fratello!"

  A boy who was a near mirror-reflection of Romano opened the door,"Fratello...you're so loud." He noticed you and his face lit up,"Romano, is this the pretty ragazza you told me about?"

  "S-shut up!" He said, smacking his brother in the side of the head.

  You were quick to defend his brother,"Romano, don't hit him. He was being thoughtful. Nice to meet you. I'm __________."

  "Ve~ my name is Italy. Romano told me a lot about you bella."

  You blushed a bit, thinking about Romano talking about you. Your face grew even more red when he kissed both your cheeks. Romano pulled you away by both your shoulders in a bit of anger. "Just get us a seat stupid..."

  "Okay!" He ran in as if nothing happen, all happy and carefree before sitting you two down. "I'll get you two something to eat, okay? I promise it'll be the best meal you've eaten."

  He lit the candle on your table (okay...Romano had to because Italy couldn't get the match to light) and ran off to the kitchen, leaving you both alone again. "You're brother seems nice."

  "He's not that great. Besides, he's gay for that potato-sucking bastard." He crossed his arms and scowled a bit. The room was quiet for a minute, only the fire from the candle lightly crackling provided any sense of noise's existence.

  "Romano...? What is this all about...?"

  He stayed silent, biting the bottom of his lip slightly. His head turned away slightly before he turned towards the kitchen door that his brother disappeared into before,"Oí, bastardo, hurry up!"

  You placed your hand on his and he pulled his hand away again like when he was little,"Romano..." Your eyes held a bit of concern,"I don't mind waiting a bit. Just tell me...what's wrong?"

  "Nothing." He stated plainly, placing his hand on top of where your hand just laid. "I'm fine."

  "Romano." You said a bit more firmly.

  He sighed a bit. "Look, I need to tell you something. I-"

  "Fratello! I'll be out in a minute!" Italy cried out, shutting Romano up in a second. And in a literal minute, he brought out two plates of pasta. "Enjoy!"

  Both of you ate in complete silence once more. You really hated it. But still, you found yourself looking towards Romano expectantly. And he caught on after while,"What?" He muttered with a mouth full of food.

  You finished the food in your mouth before speaking up,"What were you going to say?"

  "It doesn't matter..." He trailed off, looking towards the right corner.

  "Romano, just tell me!"

  "No!"

  "Romano!"

  "No!"

  "Oh my god Romano, you're like a child!" You barely noticed that you were working yourself up and now standing up. "Just tell me!"

  "Okay! I like you! I fucking like you! Happy!?" He jolted from his seat too, his eyes of copper flashing wholesomely with anger until he realized what he just screamed out at you and covered his mouth.

  Trying to move back into your seat, you found your muscles unable to tolerate. Your heart was pounding loudly in your chest and your face was slowly growing hotter. Managing to move your hand a bit, you went to rest your hand on his shoulder but he quickly tore it away.

  "Romano..."

  "Fucking say it!" He snapped again. "Say that you don't like me and go! You like Spain more than me! I can see it!"

  He sat back down and slumped in his chair, crossing his arms in anger as he cursed in Italian to himself. Sitting down, you looked at his face and was amazed to see him nearly crying. "Romano...I don't like Spain-"

  "Then it's my brother!" He smacked his forehead,"I was stupid to think you liked me. You hate me."

  "I never said I hated you."

  He looked up a bit more hopeful,"But...I'm always so mean to you..."

  "But I like you Romano. You can be really nice and you're caring...a bit overprotective but sweet."

  "You like me..." He said a bit quietly. "Ti amo...___________..."

  Seeing his hands laying on the table, you took the chance and swiftly grabbed both of his and this time, made no attempt to pull away,"I love you too...stupid."

  Giggling a bit, his face went dark red and you couldn't help but start laughing at how cute he was. "S-shut up! I-it's not funny idiota-"

  You cut him off with a swift kiss to the lips right by the candle. Pulling away, you stood up a bit,"Well, I guess if you really want me to stop, I'll just leave."

  "Wait a second!" He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his lap. Seeing the seriousness in his eyes made you squeak a bi in terror,"You're stupid of you think I'm letting the best thing to happen in my life leave."

  "Romano-!" He pressed his lips against yours so softly but so furiously as if he needed you there. He cupped your face while you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back just as emotionally.

  "Romano! __________! How is your-!?" Italy paused and both of your broke up for a second. "I didn't know I was interrupting fratello." He winked at the both of you,"Have fun."

  "God damnit Italy! Why are you always such a fucking cockblock!?"
Everyone says it.
So Romano had to.

Italy. Cockblocks. In. All. My. Romano. Readers.

But this is actually part of an art trade with :iconswiftninja91:
Who wanted a Japan or Romano reader.

Since I'm currently undergoing ANOTHER parent reader with Japan inclusive, I did Romano.

I don't own you (Roma does) or Hetalia!
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I'm now questioning how many times Romano's been cockblocked by Italy XD