Italy x Reader
-I have that too-
That freaking thing has been bugging you for soooooo long it wasn't even funny! You sighed alsmost desperatly as yet another one of your efforts went to waste.
"Damn Kiku and his amazing secret keeping skills..." You pout as you plop on the chair at your desk. You stare at the wall in front of you. It was covered with pictures of your childhood friend... And the object of your current puzzlement. THE CURL. That freaking thing has been on your mind ever since you met the happy Italian and that same fascination has recently turned into an obcession.
"What in the world does it do?" You once poked it and Feliciano had the most interesting reaction but never explained it to you. You tried asking Ludwig but the damn German just gaped at you blushing and left it at that! How rude was that? Then you tried your luck with his brother only to be bombarded with mighty colourful language (wich you ignored partially because you had a similar language and because you've known him most of your life) and left blushing just as bad as Ludwig or even worse. Then you tried with Kiku... As usuall nothing usefull came from your inquiry.
"I guess i should just take a bath or something... I need to clear my head..." You got up from your chair and made your way to your bathroom. You sighed as you stared at them mirror. "I don't get it... How can a damn curl be so important? It's just HAIR. If it was a real body part I would understand like, how my neck is sensitive or Roderich's mole... I DON'T GET HOW A HAIR IS SUCH A BIG DEAL!" You frowned and started to undress. As you were going to remove your bra the doorbell rang. "Shit." You groaned and grabed your bath robe. You walked to the front door with bare feet and opened it only to be greeted with a loud Italian.
"VE _______!!!!" Said Italian hugged you tightly knocking the air out of you. You blushed at the proximity and patted his back.
"F-Feli.... Can't..... Breathe...!" He quickly let you go.
"Vee... Sorry bella!" You regained your breath and sighed eyeing him slightly annoyed.
"Feli you better have a damn good reason to interrupt my shower..." The Italian tilted his head in confusion.
"But ________ you aren't wet!" You facepalmed.
"Feli you don't need to be wet to have your shower interrupted!" You sigh and rub your nose bridge. 'How in the world do I put up with him?' You glance at Feliciano and see that he's giving you a heartbreaking fan-girl squeal inducing pout. Your eyes widen and you can feel your cheeks lit up. '... He has me twirled up in his finger...' You look away trying to control your blush.
"_-______.... Are you mad at me?" He 'vee'd' sadly. You stared at him in shock. You coudn't take it. As much as he annoyed you, you couldn't resist that adorable face. You quickly wraped your arms around him and hugged him pressing his face to your collarbone, blushing slightly from his proximity but you didn't mind, you hated seeing him sad.
"No Feli i'm not mad... You... You know how i get when people interrupt me when i'm doing stuff... Sorry." You were so caught up in comforting him that you failed to notice him blushing prefusedly.
'S-SHE'S SO CLOSE! Ah Dio Mio she smells so nice...' I inhaled her sent as much as i could and sighed. 'She's always so nice to me... She never get's mad at me... Oh ______ if only you would feel what I feel for you....' I closed my eyes and hugged her back nuzzling her neck. I could'a feel her stiffen when i did this and looked up. I swear my heart almost stoped. She had the cuttest blush I have'a ever seen in my entire life ve!
"_-________? Ho qualcosa da dirti v-ve... Uhhmmmm......" 'OK FELICIANO YOU CAN DO IT!'
You shiver as he sighs. 'Shit... he has me... so bad... Damn it! I'm such a sucker for pouts and his wins the damn global award...'. You stiffen and blushed beet red as you fell him nuzzling your neck 'HOLY SHIT NOT THE NECK!' You were about puch him away till you saw him staring at you. 'H-He has no idea what my neck does to me...'
"_-________? Ho qualcosa da dirti ..... Uhhmmmm......"
Ok this was weird... Feliciano never stuttered.... "Feli you ok?" Your face showed confusion and worry. That soon changed to shock and a completely red face as his arms slid down from your back to your waist. You tried to register what was going on but things just moved so fast. One moment you were comforting him the next he had you leaned against the wall staring lovingly into your eyes. You snaped out of your thoughts with his voice.
"Bella... Io.... Io ti amo.... molto... molto....".
SNAP. You couldn't take anymore. All those feelings you botteled up came charging through. You wraped your arms around his neck kissing him. The kiss reflected all you felt for him. The love, the trust, the friendship, even the slight annoyance you'd usually get. Not even realising that your hands went on a field trip to his hair, you failed to notice that you strocked the Curl. Feliciano's eyes snaped open and he pressed you against the wall forcing you mouth open in a heated kiss. You were shocked out of your wits and broke the kiss panting slightly but not as bad as him. You eyed him confusedly.
"W-What was that for Feli?" The italian's blush would make tomatoes wither in shame. You blinked. There was a slight bulge in his pants and you started to freak out already imagining someone drugged him... probably Francis, you worried so much you started to rant about killing said Frenchman.
"B-bella..." He panted. You looked up at him shyly, immediatly shuting up. What have they done to the poor innocent Italian???
"Y-Yeah?" You mumbled. Feliciano stared at you for a bit before grining slightly. The sight made you freeze and stare in shock at him. "W-Wha- AHHHHH!" You gasped as he nibbled on your neck.
"Oh, so here is your ero-zone...I have that too bella... It's my curl ve!" He said happily kissing your neck.
Well there went your innocence... and his... and the sheets...