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Reader x Romano - A Chance to Love

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Reader x Romano – A Chance to Love

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Note:  Please read description if you haven’t read the intro.  Also there will be cursing and bad language in this fanfic, but that’s just how Lovi is.  I also apologize beforehand, I love Romano a LOT, but he is really hard to write so if he’s OOC I’m really sorry ><
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“Ok (name) vhat do you vant to do?”  Germany asked, and you began looking around the room.

Your eyes landed on Italy, who was still hugging you, as he looked up at you through his closed eyes.  He seemed deep in thought but a split second later a wide smile went across his face.

“Ve~ I know where she can-a stay Doitsu!  (Name) can stay with mi fratello!  He always alone by himself, so now he can have someone to talk to!”

“WHAT!! Don’t decide where she will-a stay without asking me first fratello idiota!”

Romano came forth from his chair that was next to Italy’s, and began to verbally threaten him.

“Hahaha, I think letting the chica stay with my little Lovi would be a great idea!”  Spain laughed from the opposite end of the table.

“Shut up you tomato eating bastard!”

You slightly giggled to yourself as Romano began cursing like there was no tomorrow.  He was just the way you knew he was; hot headed and short-tempered.

He seemed to hear your giggle and turned to face you with a scowl across his face.

“What are you laughing at ragazza?!” he yelled at you, taking most of his anger out on you.

Hurt by his shouting, tears began to form in your eyes and you looked down to your feet.  The other countries then glared daggers at Romano, who now didn’t know how to act, and now cowered under their agze.

“W-What! I’m-a just pissed off that mi stupido fratello volunteered me without fucking asking me, and tomato bastard only made it worse!”

The countries continued to glare at him, but Romano kept his gaze on you.  You looked up a little bit and glanced at his face.  It seemed riddled in confusion and sorrow, but it was almost like he didn’t know how or what to say.

Germany was the one to finally break the silence with a slight cough.
“I zhink letting (name) stay with Romano is ok, but if I hear anyzhing about you hurting her or yelling at her she goes to England.  I’ll also send Spain over to make sure you are being nice.”

Romano glared at him through narrowed eyes, but turned his head away and grumbled angrily to himself.

You were partially worried at the fact of living with the hot-headed Italian, but you knew from the anime that he had a soft side.  He probably would never show it to you though, cause to him, you were a burden at this point in time.

“I don’t believe ve are going to get anyzhing else done so meeting adjorned.”  Germany then grabbed Italy and began to drag him out the door with Japan following close behind.

Everyone else left but not without sending Romano another glare, as if warning him to be nice.  He just huffed and closed his eyes to avoid having to look at them.

Spain came over and leaned in close to you to whisper in your ear.

“Don’t worry, chica.  He can seem hot-headed at times, but he has a kind heart.  He’s just to prideful to show his soft side to anyone, even me.  Maybe you can make him open up more.”

You smiled and nodded your head in understanding.  You then looked at Romano, who seemed to have been watching you, and saw him turn your head away again with a slight blush on his cheeks.  You giggled silently to yourself; maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Spain then left, leaving you and Romano alone in silence.

“U-Um, are we going to leave Lov-,”

“Don’t call me that, ragazza.  Let’s just get out of here and head back to my place.” He said calmer than before and began to head for the door.

You quickly followed after him to his car and got in the passenger side.  He seemed impatient as you took your time putting the seat belt on, but said nothing.

Once he began to drive, the hum of the engine began to make you drowsy.  He looked at you from the corner of his eyes and sighed.

“Just go to sleep, ragazza.  It’s going to be about a 2 hour drive till we get to my place, so you might as well go to sleep.”

You gladly accepted this offer and slowly slid your eyelids shut, letting sleep claim you in a dreamless sleep.

----------------Romano’s POV-------------

I glanced over at (name) after a few minutes I said she could go to sleep, and found her fast asleep.

‘She must have been tired.’ I thought and I kept glancing at her every now and then.

‘She looks so…cute.  Wait!  What am I thinking!  I only just met her.  I’m a idiota to think she could ever think the same about me.’

I continued to drive home with those thoughts floating around in my head.  No matter how hard I tried to make them go away they just came back.  Why did I always end up doing these things?  My stupido fratello always ended up with the good things while I was left with nothing.  

I’ll never know the answer to that.  

Soon enough I came up to my house and pulled the car into the driveway.  I got out and went over to the passenger side to wake (name) up.

“(Name) we are here now, so you have to wake up.”

She barely stirred at all, and just cuddled up tighter into the seat.  Slightly blushing, I then tried to shake her shoulder a bit to try towake her up again, but once again she just curled up tighter.

Sighing I realized nothing was probably going to wake her up so I picked her up bridal style, and walked into the house.  I went upstairs to the guestroom and gently laid her on the bed.  I pulled the covers over her, but for some reason when I looked at her face, I couldn’t move.

It was so serene and beautiful while her (h/l), (h/c) hair perfectly framed it.  She looked at peace even though she had just been thrown into a whole different world.  My chest began to tighten.  What was this feeling?

I shook my head and brought myself back to reality.  I then went to my room, changed my clothes, and laid down on my bed.  Starting tomorrow I would have to begin living with this new ragazza, and hopefully she wouldn’t run away.

--------------------------Time skip (3 months)------------------------------

Yup, you had only been in his home for 3 months, and you were finally hitting your breaking point with this Italian.  You had tried your best to help around the house, and in the beginning he let you, but after the first month he started doing everything.  He wouldn’t even let you leave the house by yourself to go to the park.

It almost seemed like he had become over protective of you, but you couldn’t tell for certain.  He had always had a frown on his face, but would blush, sometimes a dark blush, when he would be near you.  Although, when this happened he would just hide his face and walk off to his tomato garden.  It was like he was trying to tell you something, but just kind of said the opposite.  You figured you wouldn’t push it and to let him tell you when he got the courage to.

You were currently sitting upside down on the couch bored out of your mind while Romano was tending to his tomato garden.  You kicked your feet back and forth while you began to daydream about your life back home.

You missed it dearly and wanted to see your family again, but ever since you arrived at Romano’s home you hadn’t heard from England.  Did it always tke this long to create a spell?  Or was he just putting it off?

In an answer to your question, the phone began to ring and you went to answer it since Romano was busy.

“This is Romano’s residence, (name) speaking.  May I ask who is calling?”

“Ah (name), this is England.  I’m calling because I finally created the spell to send you home.”

“Really?  That’s fantastic!  I’ll go ahead and let Romano know right now.”

“Alright, love.  I’ll send you back home during the next World Meeting that’s happening in 4 days.  Make sure Romano brings you along.”

“Ok!  Thank you so much!”

You hung up the phone and couldn’t help letting a squeal escape your lips.  However, you did feel sad that you would be leaving Romano by himself.  He always seemed to push people away with his language use, but his attitude didn’t help either.  

Sighing, you plopped back down on the couch, and tried to think of how to break the news to him.  How could you though?  You couldn’t leave him be himself, and even though it was hard to admit it, you had devoloped feelings for him.  You kneaded your forehead and decided to just go and tell him.

You walked towards the back of the house to the backyard only to realize Romano had left the door open.  As you got closer, you could hear him talking to himself, so you went over to listen in.

“Why can’t I just confess to that ragazza?  I’ve tried being nice by not making her have to work as much, but she just seems to be bored out of mind.”

Was he talking about you?  

“I even tried to write a letter to her, but that stupid French bastardo found it before I could give it to her.  And everytime I try to tell her directly I just end up blushing my head off and coming here.”

He was talking about you.  Did he really feel this way about you?  

“Chigi! Damnit, I just can’t do this.”  He held his hands to his head and looked down at his feet.

You went back inside not knowing how to react to this confession, but .  He really did like you and you liked him back.  Was this really what he had been trying to tell you, but just couldn’t find the words?

‘If he really feels this way, I’ll let him tell me, but he doesn’t have much time till England sends me back.’ You thought, but a small tear slid down your cheek.

Wiping it away, you grabbed your drawing pad that he had given you, and began drawing to take your mind off everything.  You were drawing a picture of Romano in his tomato garden, but before you could finish you heard him come through the door.

“Hey Lovi,” you greeted him while you turned the page in your sketchbook.

“Hey ragazza, and stop calling me that!”

You just giggled and continued drawing.

“U-Um w-what are you drawing?”  he stuttered out.

“Just random things.  Oh England called while you were out in your garden.”

His eyes widened and he gasped a little.

“W-What did that idioto say?”

You bit your lip, not wanting to reveal that you were gonna be going home in 4 days, but you couldn’t just lie to Romano.

“He said he created the spell to send me home, and that he would do it at the next World Meeting in 4 days.”  You glanced over to him to see that his face was painted in shock and confusion.

He went totally silent, and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish, trying to form words.  He lowered his head and started fuming.  

“Fine!  Go back to your world.  I don’t care anymore.  Everyone always leaves me anyway.  This is all fratello’s fault.  Why did he have to let you stay with me in the first place?!”  He then turned around and ran up to his room, and slammed the door shut.

Tears began to spill from your eyes, and you curled into a ball.  You silently cried for a 10 minutes when a door from upstairs opened.  Slow footsteps came down the stairs and Romano appeared in the livingroom doorway.  You didn’t bother raising your head, and just continued to sob into your knees.

Without a word, he came over and sat down next to you.  He then did something you thought he would never even do.  He pulled you into a tight embrace and slowly stroked your hair, but said nothing for a few minutes as you continued to cry into his chest.

“I-I-I’m sorry, ragazza.  I j-just got really mad and I took it out on you.  W-What I meant to s-say is that I don’t want you to leave!”

Wait…did he just apologize to you?  That was something he never did, ever.  You looked up at his face which was now as red as his tomatos, and started to laugh a little bit.  

“W-What the hell are you laughing at?”

“Nothing, I’m just really happy you want me to stay with you.”

“Y-You are?”

“Yea.  You might be hot-headed and grumpy,” he pouted at this and glanced away, “but you have a soft side like you are showing me right now.”

His arms tightened around you, but took a few moments before speaking again.

“(N-Name)?”

“Yes?”

“T-Ti amo.  I-I really mean it, and have been trying to tell you for awhile now.  I really want you to stay here with me.”

Blushing, you looked up straight into his brown eyes to see him waiting for you to respond.  Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you smiled and gave him your answer.

“Ti amo troppo, Romano.  I wish to stay here by your side.”

His eyes widened with disbelief that you had accepted his confession, but then crashed his lips to yours in a rough yet gentle kiss.  He wanted to make sure this was truly real, and that is wasn’t a dream.  You smiled into the kiss and quickly melted into it.  You laid your hands on his chest as his wrapped around your torso to pull you closer.  His heart was beating fast and so was your own.

Although, a sudden happy laugh caused the two of you to break apart and turn your heads to the noise, and what you saw caused you both to blush.  Spain, Prussia, and France were looking in through the window with a camera, and where doing catcalls.

“My little Lovi has finally grown up!  I’m so happy!”  Spain cheered and gave you a thumbs up.

“Honhonhon~ now come on you have to continue.  We want to see more flirting.”

“Kesesesese~ I told you the awesome me was right, Spain.  Romano does have a soft side.”  Prussia teased.

You and Romano glared at the group, and they all froze.  You glanced at Romano and he did the same to you and nodded.  An evil smirk went across both your faces and you then began to chase down the trio, throwing curses the whole time.  Let’s just say when you finally caught them, you made sure they would never spy on you ever again.

After that point, you told England you wanted to stay in their world with Romano at your side.  He seemed surprised, but didn’t challenge your decision.  

You were eternally grateful to Italy that he had spoken up that day 3 months ago, and gave you and Romano a chance to be together.





The End~
So hard to think of ideas for Romano, but I came up with this one. Hopefully it's ok, but I had such a hard time figuring out what to write and I think he may be a little OOC. If that's so I'm sorry >.<

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I legit had a heart attack when the bad touch trio suddenly appeared I—