Romano X Reader (Hetalia)

Title: Your pasta's getting cold....

*DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HETALIA, OR THIS PICTURE! I ONLY OWN THE PLOT!*

(y/n's p.o.v)

It was a beautiful day in Italy. The birds were singing cheerfully. The sun's rays shined down on my skin harmlessly. www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=11… I walk down the crowded streets of Italy, and sit under shade. Next to me is a nice Italian restaurant. Even though It's Valentine's day, I don't have a date. I shrug off the lonely feelings, and stroll into the restaurant. The air is ripe with the smell of Italian food. Since I grew up in Italy, I can speak Italian fluently. I take a seat near the window, and look at the menu. After a couple minutes of debating on what I want, I hear an overly cheery voice. "Good afternoon bella~ I am Feliciano, your waiter! What would you like today?" I look up to see a pair of light brown eyes, that yell 'I'm happy!' I check the menu one last time. "Hm...I would like the pasta." I offer him a gentle smile. "Ah! Great choice bella~ Pasta is my specialty." The boy lifts my hand up to his mouth, giving it a tender kiss. My cheeks flush a bright red. "Coming right up bella." He skips happily to the kitchen. After what seemed like seconds, Feliciano comes back with my pasta. "Here you are ragazza." He sits the plate down. I stare at him a little more than needed. He glares at me. "You don't look like Feliciano...well, you do. But something is off." I continue to stare. "Of course I don't look like my idiota fratello! Because I'm not that bastardo!" He seems upset. "Then what's your name?" I ask him kindly. His cheeks turn a bright pink. "Lovino Vargas. Not that it matters. Everyone loves my stupido fratello." Lovino grumbles. "Cheer up Lovino. I'm sure someone likes you." I encourage him. "Whatever ragazza. Your pasta's getting cold." He points out. "It can wait. I've had pasta so many times, I kinda get tired of it. Here, take a seat." I offer a seat to Lovino. "Idiota. I'm working. I can't sit." I see a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Aww. Well that's too bad. Maybe Feli can find the time to-" Lovino cuts me off by siting down. I giggle a bit. "Shut up ragazza..."

*time skip! I'm lazy. sorry.*

Me and Lovino got to know each other  a lot. I learned that him and his brother Feli fight over who's better. He says that everyone favors Feliciano over him. "I don't favor Feli over you. I mean, sure he's cute and all. But you're very handsome Lovi." His cheeks turn red. I noticed that he gets flustered a lot. "You're lying ragazza. Everyone loves Feliciano! Everyone can't get enough of him! I know you're lying ragazza. I-" I cut Lovi off with a gentle kiss. "I'm not lying Lovi. I really think you're handsome, and I like you more than Feli." I murmur against his lips. "Grazie. Ma non ho mai avuto il tuo nome." Lovino whispers. "Il mio nome è (y/n)." I say back. He kisses me again. "Bel nome ... per una bella ragazza." I smile at his compliment. "So Lovino. Would you like my number?" I ask him. His cheeks heat up. "Sure ragazza." I write down my number on a napkin, and hand it to him. I stand up, and kiss his cheek as I walk out. Lovino reads the napkin. My number: ########## P.S. Tell Feli I said hi handsome. Ti amo Lovino~

Lovino has never felt so loved than he has today. "Credo che tutti non favorisce Feliciano...."

~END~

If you want to know what I said.....look it up on Google translate. Hope you enjoyed!