Italy x Reader- Buonanotte, mio Amore

You smiled as Italy Veneziano did his daily work-outs with Germany. The normal laps started the training, and when it came to running, Italy was an expert. You rubbed your ______ eyes and yawned, blinking rapidly and shaking your head, trying to stay awake. Hell, maybe joining in on the training would keep your eyes open.

"One more lap, Italy!" Germany exclaimed, chugging behind Italy to ensure he ran the entire thing. The brunette's face was slightly colored and shone with a light coat of sweat. "Give it your all this last lap!"


"Si!" Italy replied without any other word. He may be a bonehead sometimes, but he sure has improved stamina-wise. Groaning, you decided to do some excersize of your own, mainly leg stretches to give you a little boost. Your _____ hair was tied back in a ponytail in case Germany made you join in the festivities.

Your mind started to wander through your memories of knowing Feliciano Vargas.

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You ran through the park a few blocks away from your house, checking your watch. You sighed. "I guess they aren't going to show..."

"Who?" a voice asked. You turned to see the curious face of Feliciano Vargas. "If you don't mind my asking."

"Oh, I was just waiting for my friends," you replied with a small smile. "We were going to have a going-away party since I'm moving..."

"And no one came?" the young man asked. You shook your head slowly. "Well, in that case, I'll give you the best going-away party you'll ever have!" He grabbed your hand and began heading in the direction of... your house? No, the house directly next to it. He brought you to the door and opened it. "Big brother Antonio, we're having a going-away party for..." he turned to me.

"_____ _____," you replied.

"A going-away party for _____ _____!"

"Who?" a Spainish voice asked.

"A girl I met at the park! Her name is _____!" the Italian replied. "She was going to have a party with her friends, but none showed."

A tan-skinned brunette with shaggy hair walked in, a churro in his hand. His green eyes wandered to your hand. Italy was still holding it... He smiled. "Fusososo~ It seems little Feliciano has found himself a girlfriend~"

Blushing, Italy pulled his hand from yours, his hands flying about. "N-n-no, it's not like that!" he defended frantically. He then stopped and tilted his head. "Where is mio fratello?"

"He went to the supermarket to get more tomatoes and other ingredients to make churros and pasta," Antonio replied.  "In the meantime, you should get aquainted with your new novia~"

"I give up," the brown-eyed preteen confessed, but then he looked at you, cheerfully. "_____, want to see my room?" You could only nod before your hand was grabbed again and lead down a few hallways and into a room that was rather tidy, an Italian flag-coloured comfortor adorned his bed, and several paintings hung on the wall, recipe books in a bookshelf.

"I'm keeping an ear out, hermano menor!" You couldn't help but blush at Spain's predictions.

"Anyways, this is my room~" A camera sat on his desk, photos stacked beside it. "I use a camera to capture moments that I won't be able to see long enough to get a sketch of it," he explained, pointing to a picture of who you assumed was his brother, since he looked almost identical to the kid before you. He was smiling, looking almost like a little kid, tomato sauce on his cheek.

"Who is this of?" you asked, pointing to a picture of a tall, slightly musculine man with wavy blond hair and stubble around his jaw.

"That's my big brother France!" he informed you, smiling. You choked a little bit.

"Your brother? He looks nothing like you!" you exclaimed in disbelief.

Italy chuckled. "Si, well... you should see Austria and Germany!" He then stroked his chin in thought. "Hey, ____, do you want to watch a horror movie America lent to me?" Italy asked, almost timidly. You raised an eyebrow. "I-it's just that... well... truth be told, I'm not the bravest guy ever..."

"I'll watch it with you," you said with a warm smile across your lips. The light brown-haired before you smiled and set two bean-bag chairs in front of a TV, pushing a DVD into the player.

"Eh... we don't have popcorn or anything... I hope that's fine..." He said it like you would hold it against him for the rest of his life.

You giggled. "I don't mind at all," you replied, watching as he sat next to you. The movie started immediatly, to which you were surprised that it didn't start as the normal horror movies. You hopped up to turn the lights off, then sat back down.

Upon further inspection, you came to realize that this wasn't a horror movie at all, but a romantic comedy. More so on the romantic stuff. Not being the gushy-gushy type, you found yourself dozing off. Your body eventually ended up bent backwards due to the lack of support on your back, and even in your sleep you found it rude to lean against Italy.

When the credits rolled in, Italy got up and turned the TV off and the lights on, looking at how you were asleep, your ____ eyes shut and your face peaceful. Unsure of how long you would be in that state, he grabbed his camera and snapped a picture of you, smiling at the picture developed and slipped out.

You soon woke to the sound of the door opening. You quickly sat up, then taking the stage of standing up. "Italy, ____'s mama just came to the door asking if we've seen her, I told her she'd be right out," Antonio's voice carried from the threshold. You looked over at the now frowning boy.

"Okay," Italy replied, turning to you. "I guess this is where we depart, ve?" He looked so... sad and disappointed. To him, you were fun to be around, even if you didn't know each other very well. You walked over to him and gave him a friendly hug.

"Yes, but I'm sure we will cross paths again soon," you replied, smiling, but a tinge of sadness stung your eyes. The two of you parted and you followed Spain out, and followed your mother to the moving van, where your father waited in the drivers seat. You went to your normal spot behind the passengers seat and looked sadly out the window, waving farewell to your new friend.

Sorrow of departure started dripping from your lower lids, which you hid successfully from your parents. You hoped dearly that what you said would come tr--

"____? Are you okay?" you heard an Italian voice in front of you, ripping you from your thoughts. You blinked a few times and looked at Italy Veneziano... funny, you were literally just thinking about him.

"Yes, I'm fine," you replied truthfully. "Just... reminiscing, I suppose you could call it." He sat beside you. "Heh... I guess I didn't lie way back when."

Veneziano tilted his head at you. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"Yes, but I'm sure our paths will cross soon," you repeated yourself from when you were twelve. Italy nodded, but remembered something.

"_____, follow me!" Not like you had a choice in the matter. Italy had grabbed your hand and was off in the direction of his house. "Close your eyes~"

You did as you were told, reluctantly. Clenching your eyes shut, you let Italy guide you through the halls, and he sat you down on a chair and leaving. Soon you heard footsteps. "Okay~ You can open your eyes now!" You opened your eyes, which tears sprung to them. None escaped, but it was enough that your eyes looked glazed. "It's called "Buonanotte, mio Amore." Do you like it?"

"Feliciano... I... I love it..." you replied. It was the picture of you asleep before your departure. From that day you had met him 'till now, you had been in love with Veneziano, even if you didn't know him very well when the moving van pulled out.

"Italy... if I tell you something and you don't share the same oppinion... don't hate me, okay?"  you said, but then remembered... this was Italy. It was impossible for him to hate anything.

"I can never hate you, _____!" he replied, smiling.

You took a breath. Here goes nothing. "I... I... I love--" You were cut off by the door abruptly opening.

"Oh for fuck's sake, we all know you two love each other!" Romano growled. "Cut the crap and say it, already."

Both yours and Italy's eyes widened. Romano knew? Were you two really that obvious, yet irritatingly oblivious of each other?

"Fratello..."

"I know, I'll leave."

A kind of awkward silence filled the air for a moment before Feliciano looked at you. "____... t-ti amo..."

A blush furiously swept over your face. "I love you, too," you replied, smiling nervously and lovingly. "Can you please translate what the painting's name is?"

" 'Goodnight, my Love.'" he said, which made you blush further. "Um... ____... do you mind if I... kiss you?"

Your smile broadened. "Do you really think I would object?" you asked, answering his question.

With a slight blush, Feliciano set the painting down and took your hands, tilting his head down. Soon you felt his surprisingly soft lips against yours, which made your heart skip a few beats as the preassure slowly increased, and you tilted your head a bit to get a better angle. Soon you found your arms around his shoulders, his around your waist. Your eyes shut, you smiled when you felt Italy's tongue flick at your lower lip, which you happily opened your mouth and let your muscles have a tanterella of their own. Your hands traversed from his shoulders to his light brown hair, avoiding his e-zone since you really didn't want to do 'it' within the first few hours of being a couple... well, as far as you could tell.

It was that moment you found out that lungs are a bitch to have. The two of you had to part, but you settled on an embrace, resting your head on the curve of his neck. Veneziano smiled and stroked your soft ______ hair. Smiling, you nuzzled his neck, giggling lovingly.

"ITALY!" a German voice shouted from the door, which was swung open. Ludwig stood there, but saw you two. "Five minutes." He slowly backed out of the threshold and shut the door.

"You really need to invest in some locks for your door," you said.

"Si, but I'm afraid if I do, I'll lose the door...!"

"Good point." You smiled as you tightened your hold for a moment then separated. "Well, I guess you should go before Germany gets pissed..."

He nodded and gave you another swift kiss and went for the door. "I'm ready, Germany~!" he called upon opening it. You picked up the painting and smiled. He had been working on this for a long time... some of the paint hadn't even dried yet.

Italy had wanted to capture your looks perfectly, and it sure showed. Well... hopefully you could hang this in your room if you and Italy ever got married... which was a wonderful thought that made your heart beat quicken. Mhmm... definitely going in yours and Italy's room. "Ti amo... ti amo, Veneziano."