You followed behind as Romano silently led you through his home. The place was happy, vibrant, and with all the joyful auras and music you didn't understand why he was fuming.
Romano's brother North Italy, and his boss Spain had forced you both into sightseeing. They knew about your feeling for the Italian and decided they would try and help. You refused to it until Germany kicked the two of you out, saying that you deserved some fun after all the work you had been doing. But you were pretty sure it was just to get Romano away from him.
"Hey, Romano?" You put on a smile as he halted and looked over his shoulder at you. "I'm a little hungry, do you know any good restaurants?"
sì." He nodded, pausing in thought. "Would you mind'a if we ate at my place?"
"No," your grin widened, eager to see he was starting to talk.
Romano made a small noise and spun around on his heel to grab your hand, dragging you behind him.
"Lovino?" you titled your head to the side and tried to catch a glimpse of his face.
"Hey! Don't call me by that name," he bit his lip to restrain from saying his usual choice of curse words. Secretly, the way you said his human name made his face warm up.
"Why not?" You furrowed your brow, angered by how he was acting. You expected such from him, but he was acting very strange today. "Lovino, Lovino, Lovino!" you chanted his name, feeling the grip on your hand tighten as people started to stare.
"Cut it out!" he cried, pulling you into the nearest alleyway. "Geez, why are you'a so damn annoying?!"
"Why are" Stopping yourself in midsentence, you gently poked his cheek. "Why are you blushing?"
He slapped your hand away and leaned against the wall, puffing out his cheeks and looking everywhere but your eyes. "Because, _____," he stretched out your name to think about what his next move was. "It's'a your fault. For saying my name."
Your jaw dropped open and you debated whether you should punch him for accusing you of something so stupid, or just storm off and be rid of the boy. Neither of those felt like the right thing to do, since you had loved him for a while. "You
are st-stupid." Was the only thing that you could think of.
The sad look on Romano's face made you regret it instantly. "I am not. You're the one who keeps'a acting all oblivious!" If it was possible, his face became redder. "Why can't you take a damn hint, _____?"
"What are you even talking about, Lovino?" The breath hitched in your throat as he leaned forward, resting his hand on yours and gave a small peck on your lips.
"I like'a you! Damn it
" he pressed himself against the alley wall, keeping his light brown eyes on yours.
like you, too." You couldn't stop yourself as you beamed, bringing a hand up to your mouth.
"R-Really?" Romano jumped up.
"Of course, but you're acting like a jerk
" You bit your lower lip as he hesitantly put both hands on your shoulders.
"It's'a because I didn't know what to do," he frowned, darting his eyes around the alley.
" You smiled, tilting your head to the side for the Italian to give you another kiss. "Can I ask one question?"
"Whatever," his eyes widened and his face went as red as one of his tomatoes. "Sorry, I guess."
You ignored that, reaching a hand up to tug on the untamable curl that had been bugging you for a while. "What's this?"
Romano moaned and covered his mouth, causing you to tug once more with a puzzled face. "CHIGII~!" he gasped, pushing you back and panting.
"What was that
?" you demanded, a bit freaked out.
Tugging at the collar of his shirt, he leaning in and whispered in your ear, "It's my erogenous zone