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F-Flirt (Neighbors:: Romano x Reader)
    Di niente,” Romulus had said. “No problem.” Handing over a picture of a woman he had loved for longer than any of his sons had been alive had been “no problem”.
    Lovino grew angry again. He was angry at his father for acting like his mother, the first woman any of the boys had loved, meant nothing to him. He was angry at his brothers for always getting the best of everything. And he was angry at himself for believing that he could really love and be loved. Looking at his mother's smiling face he felt his anger die down just enough for a feeling of emptiness to kick in. Swallowing back the lump that formed in his throat he set the picture face down on his nightstand and readied himself for bed.
    Right before he began to drift off he set the frame back upright and looked at his mother's picture one last time.        
    Lovino woke up aft
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E-Explain (Neighbors:: Romano x Reader)
    Lovino waited for his father to laugh and tell him to stop being ridiculous, that it was impossible to fall in love with someone he had just met. He waited for his father to tell him exactly what he wanted to hear. Instead, his father began to tear up.
    “Il mio bambino, he is finally growing up!” Romulus set the bowl aside and pulled his son to him. Lovino grumbled but made no other move to escape his father's embrace. “I am so happy!”
    “I only said I might be,” Lovino finally said as his father let him go. “But she is so beautiful. And so nice! And--” He cut himself off, blushing.
    “That is exactly how I felt when I first met your mamma. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. And she was so nice! I asked her to marry me on the second date, but of course she said no. So I…. Mhmm. And then we…. Oh, yes…. And
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D-Dessert (Neighbors:: Romano x Reader)
    Dinner was a matter that was always taken seriously at the Vargas house, perhaps even more than lunch and definitely more than breakfast where everyone was rushing to get themselves ready for the day, but it appeared that tonight was going to be a little different.
    Romeo and Romulus were sitting adjacent at one end of the short table, Romulus at the head and Romeo to his left, and Feliciano took his seat across from his younger brother. This left the foot of the table for Lovino. Settling into his seat he looked at the spread before him.
    There was a bowl of cooked angel hair, and a pot of still steaming sauce that he was sure was heated from a jar he had made earlier that year. There was also a bowl of fresh garlic bread and a tossed Caesar Salad. Comfort foods for Lovino. Quick to make and easy to clean up. He looked at his father questioningly, but Romulus was in the middle of a joke with Romeo and wasn’t a
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C-Chat (Neighbors:: Romano x Reader)
    You are so in love.
    The words kept repeating through Lovino’s head. He had told her father to stop being ridiculous, that there was no way he could be in love with someone he had literally just met. But there was a smaller, quieter voice in the back of his mind was telling him it wasn’t so crazy as he thought, that his father had met his mother the same way and they had lived happily together for nearly twenty years.
    It was making him feel crazy hearing those four words his father had dared speak running through his mind again and again. He needed to talk to someone who would tell him he was right: there was no way he was in love with ___.
    He paced from his bedroom door to his window where he snatched his phone off his desk and dialed the number he knew by heart. Pacing back to his bedroom door he listened to the rings, his heart pounding harder with each ring that passed.
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B-Beauty (Neighbors Part Two)
    A sharp jab to the ribs brought Lovino back to his senses. His heart was still beating fast and he was sure he was blushing, but he wasn’t sure if anyone else had noticed. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself and glanced at his father from the corner of his eye. Romulus was beaming with pride as his two youngest sons introduced themselves, but he didn’t make a move to introduce himself.
    “This is our big brother, Romano, and our father, Romulus!” Feliciano smiled as he half turned to his big brother. It was a smile that Lovino knew well. Feliciano was up to something, and only Feliciano would know what it was until it was too late.
    “I’m ___. ___ ___.”
    Lovino watched as she flashed another bright smile, holding her hand out to Feliciano. For a horrifying second he was sure his brother would try to kiss it. Instead, the young italian shook it once and let it go. Rome
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A-Arrival (Neighbors Part One)
    It wasn’t every day the Vargas family had a new neighbor.
    Romulus, true to his friendly and outgoing nature, had spent much of his afternoon over a hot stove in the small kitchen mixing, baking, and cooling, and finally producing a batch of made-from-scratch chocolate fudge bars that he cut and covered as soon as possible, all the while telling his children to clean up and put on their best shirts.
    After nearly four hours of preparation, the Vargas family was out the door and ready to greet the newcomer. Feliciano and Romeo had rushed ahead of their father and older brother, playfully arguing over who would knock or ring.
    “Why don’t you give this to them?” Romulus asked, passing the covered dish over to Lovino. The fudge was still nice and warm in the dish, and the thought of the sweet treat was making his mouth water. He knew better than to ask for any for himself as it would lead to th
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First Place ::AmericaxReader:: Humor
Alfred had grown strangely quiet in the other room, prompting you to put down the laundry you were folding to see what was wrong. He was sitting on the couch, Doctor Mew curled up beside him and purring loud enough they you could hear her across the room, looking at some kind of book. “Alfie?”
“Oh, hey babe! Come look what I found!” He grinned widely as you walked over, sitting on the other side of the cat. “It’s a photo album from, like, ages ago! Look at this picture!” He pointed to one pasted in the middle of the page with a ribbon on either side: second and third place. The picture itself was of the two of you red faced and smiling, each holding your respective trophies. 
“I remember this,” you muttered. “I learned to control my gag reflex for it and still lost!”
“I lost, too,” Alfred whined. “Came in third. It wasn’t my fault I choked at the end!
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Bath Time ::EnglandxChibi!America:: Humor
“Now Alfred, I’ve added your favorite bubble bath and found your rubber duck. Will you please get in the tub?” Arthur was nearly at his wits end. Alfred stood before him, as naked as the day he was born, looking any kind of escape.
“No!” The little boy crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. “I don’t wanna bath!”
“But you need one,” the man sighed, reaching for the naked child. Before he could grab his arm Alfred ran off.
“No!” He laughed as he streaked past the man and into the living room where there would be plenty of furniture to hide behind. He chose the couch, crouching behind it and trying to hide his giggles as Arthur came in looking for him.
“Alfred, please come out,” he sighed, already knowing full well where the boy was hiding. “The water is going to get cold and I am not going to run it again.” He stepped around the couch and knelt the the boys leve
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Pamper ::2P!PrussiaxReader:: Fluff/Support
“R-really, you don’t need to do all this for me,” Gilen muttered behind his hand as you set the sandwich before him. “But thank you.”
“I enjoy it,” you replied, sitting across from him and reaching across the table to take his good hand in yours for a minute. “Plus you need to eat something. I saw you skipped breakfast.” Gilen nodded and picked up the sandwich, nibbling on some of the lunch meat that hung off the bread. In truth he hadn’t been very hungry lately. Something had been gnawing at his stomach for too long for him to actually feel hungry. 
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Hmm?” You looked over at him and smiled. His cheeks flushed red at the sight of your patient smile, your kind eyes, your loving appearance. He was sure that this was going to make it all leave.
“Why do you keep doing all this? The back rubs, the hugs, the food…. I’m not really that special.
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Big Sister ::LiechtensteinxReader:: Humor
You sat at your desk, tapping the eraser end of your pencil on the sheet of paper, and sighed. You hated algebra. You hated the numbers, you hated the letters, and you hated whoever had decided to put the two together and call it educational. “This sucks.”
“What sucks, ____?” You had forgotten all about Lily sitting on your bed. She was so quiet and thoughtful that she had simply blended in to the background.
“All this math,” you replied. “Hey, are you hungry? I can use a break.”
“I am a little hungry,” she answered thoughtfully. “I think big brother left us some cheese. We can make fondue!”
“Nah, I kind of want a sandwich from the cafe down the way.” You pushed away from your desk and stretched. “I’ll even buy yours.”
“That sounds good, too.” Lily hopped off your bed and smiled. “And thank you for paying.”
“No problem.” You
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Tipsy ::SwitzerlandxReader:: Humor
He had considered leaving you at the bar and pretending that the call had never happened, but what kind of impression would that give Lily? That it was okay to ignore the people you love because you didn’t want to have to deal with them. And so that was how he found himself half carrying you and half dragging you from the pub as you hummed lightly to yourself, horridly out of tune. Rather than telling you to quiet down he let it go. “I know a secret,” you whispered in his ear.
“What,” he muttered, not really in the mood for any of your games. 
“I know who you like.” Your breath reeked of alcohol but he made no move to back away from you, even when you poked his cheek. “And I’m gonna tell them!”
“If you plan on telling Lily I like her then she already-”
“Nope! You like me!” You laughed loudly and this time Basch did move away.
“Jeeze, not so loud! What the hell is wrong with you?
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Mommy Dearest ::HungaryxReader:: Humor/Support
Your father had uprooted you and moved you all across Europe before finally settling in Austria. While you were there you met and befriended a nice young looking woman who introduced herself as Elizabeta and even introduced you to her “good friend” Roderick. The two were always delighted to have you over for tea and quiet discussion, and Elizabeta even came by your apartment now and then to see how you were doing if you didn’t visit them for a while. It wasn’t long until you began to feel something for the woman, but what it was you weren’t sure at first. You loved the thought of being with her, but thinking of it in a sexual or romantic way was too awkward for you. It almost felt like….
“Miss Elizabeta?”
“Hmm?” She looked over from the sheets she was hanging out and smiled.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately and I was wondering if-” You cut yourself off, suddenly aware of how creepy your request was going
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Cat Call ::FrancexReader:: Humor
Francis kept his arm loose around your shoulders as he lead you through the busy streets of Paris, whispering in your ear about the tourists and everyone around. The crowd thinned out as the day went on, the tourist eager to get on to the next big attraction. That was when it happened.
“Te veux venir chez moi?” A rather sleazy looking man was sitting at a table, smoking what looked like a cigar, and looking straight at the two of you. Francis tightened his arm around you possessively and shot the man a smile laced with danger.
“Non, elle a un petit ami!”
“Ah, monsieur, I was talking to you! Not the… weird one.” He laughed loudly, a horrid sounding laugh.
“You dare call ma puce weird?” He let you go and stormed over to where the man was sitting, still laughing around the tip of his cigar. Francis grasped him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up and shook him roughly.
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Spill the Beans ::France x Reader:: Romance
It was never easy to say “I love you” without flat out saying it. Sometimes it would be there in a smile that lingered a few seconds longer than usual, other times it was in an honest inquiry about your day. Those were both things that you had found yourself doing with your coworker, Francis Bonnefoy. He’d had a sneaking suspicion for a while, but he never acted upon it. That is he was no more flirtatious towards you than usual, and that was only because he enjoyed your blush. And he had to admit, even if only to himself, that he was slowly falling for you as well.
“Thank you so much for covering me tonight,” Elizaveta chirped with a smile. It was supposed to be her night to close, but she had begged Francis to trade until he had finally relented. “I promise to cover for you next time you have a hot date!”
“Oui,” the frenchman laughed. “Go on, have fun! I will wipe down the tables and try to look busy. No one will ever know!
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Freaky Big ::America x Reader:: Humor
Alfred woke up extra early that day to an already empty bed. Rubbing at his sleep filled eyes he sat up and looked for you, wondering where you had gone. It wasn’t unusual for you to get up at six-thirty in the morning for work, but today was your day off and you had promised to spend it with him, so where had you run off to?
The american tried to lay back down to sleep some more, but he found that his curiosity was getting the best of him, as was the big gulp from the night before. With a groan he pushed off the bed and shuffled off towards the bathroom to do his business before heading off in search of you. He didn’t have to look very far.
You were bent over the sink, wrapped in a towel, peering into the mirror as you…plucked your eyebrows? You didn’t see the sleepy american at first, and it was probably a good thing, too, because you might have been missing an eye. It wasn’t until he laughed that you realized you were no longer alone. You ye
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I love Lily
“Everything was fine before you arrived!” Basch Zilwigi crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. “Lily and I were perfectly happy before she met you. And now all I here is your name. ‘Oh, big brother, are they here yet? Big brother do you think they’ll like this?’ Hmph.”
You stood there, shifting from foot to foot, feeling about an inch tall. You’d had a feeling that Lily liked you, and there was no denying that you were at the very least fond of the little girl as well. “I’m not sure what you want me to-”
“There is nothing you can do! If I send you away then I’ll break Lily’s heart! But if you stay here then you might break Lilly’s heart instead. And we all know that little girl has been through enough as it is.” Basch sighed as he looked at your feet, and then your face. “So you can stay here, but I need you to let her down easily!”
“Let her down?” You felt
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Well, how ever many I have, I apologize for the sudden halt in activity. For a while I was just rewriting my old entries so it was easy to toss them up one after another, but when it came back to writing original content.....
Let's just say I am slowly but surely falling back into Hetalia now that the initial stress of college is over and I am getting back into the swing of things.
Also, as selfish as it may sound, please keep favoriting and commenting on my works! It's really encouraging and lets me know you all still enjoy my work. No comment is too annoying to post (except those ones about reposting and finding true love, those are super annoying)

    Lovino waited for his father to laugh and tell him to stop being ridiculous, that it was impossible to fall in love with someone he had just met. He waited for his father to tell him exactly what he wanted to hear. Instead, his father began to tear up.

    “Il mio bambino, he is finally growing up!” Romulus set the bowl aside and pulled his son to him. Lovino grumbled but made no other move to escape his father's embrace. “I am so happy!”

    “I only said I might be,” Lovino finally said as his father let him go. “But she is so beautiful. And so nice! And--” He cut himself off, blushing.

    “That is exactly how I felt when I first met your mamma. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. And she was so nice! I asked her to marry me on the second date, but of course she said no. So I…. Mhmm. And then we…. Oh, yes…. And…. mmhmm, then….”

    Lovino fell silent. There was an odd feeling forming in his gut as he allowed his father to continue his silent reverie before coming back to reality. Once he had returned to the present Lovino began to speak. “What did you do?”

    “What do you mean?” Romulus looked at his son before reaching out and brushing a stray lock of hair away from his face. Lovino waved his hand away and set his usual scowl back on his face, secretly pleased with the gentle touch.

    “What did you do to make her fall in love with you, too?”

    “I did not have to do a thing! She fell in love with my charm and good looks, obviously.”  He flashed a large smile and laughed. “But there is nothing to worry about. Papa will teach you all about wooing a woman.”

    “Hey, Papa?”

    “Si?”

    “Can I have that gelato, now?”

~*~*~*~*~

    An hour and a half later Lovino’s head was spinning with everything his father knew about attracting and keeping a woman: Compliment her often, take note of the things she does, surprise her with gift that are unique to her interests. Do not take no for an answer when she says she doesn’t want to smile. Take an interest in her interests and her family. Don’t be afraid to flirt, no matter how long you had been together. “But the most important part of all? Make sure you work your Vargas charm.”

    Lovino was sure that for him it was going to take much more than good looks and charm, neither of which he suspected he had. As soon as he was alone again he located his cellphone and checked for any missed calls or messages. Nothing. Throwing the device back to the foot of the bed he snatched up the previously discarded plush and pressed it to his face.

    “Vargas charm,” he muttered. It had made sense when his father said it, but coming from his own mouth it sounded ridiculous. Anger and resentment began to rise in the pit of his stomach again. Tossing the toy aside, he decided it was time to tell his father just what he thought of the Vargas charm.


    Lovino found his father sitting at the foot of his bed, only half dressed to turn in for the night. The closet door was hanging open and there was a large box on the floor. Romulus was looking at something in his lap, his head down. Lovino hesitated in the doorway, feeling like an intruder. He was ready to retreat to his room when he saw his father wipe a tear off his face.

    “What are you crying about?”

    Romulus opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he blinked and wiped off the tear that began to roll down his cheek. He gestured for his son to come forward and sit. In his hands was a framed photograph that Lovino hadn’t seen in years.

    The photo showed a much younger Romulus with his arm around a beautiful young woman, both of them holding out a glass in a toast towards the camera. She was looking away from the camera, to the Italian man beside her with so much love it hurt. But Lovino didn’t need to see her face to know who she was.

    “Mamma.” A lump formed in his throat and tears stung his eyes. He blinked rapidly and looked away. “Why….”

    “The way you talked about ___ earlier…. It reminded me of your mother. How I used to talk about her.” Romulus fell unusually silent, still gazing at his late wife’s picture. “I wasn’t much older than you when we married.”

    “You just got lucky,” Lovino said, not sure if he even believed himself.

    “Are you afraid to fall in love, Romano?”

    “No! I just do not believe it is possible to fall in love that quick.”

    “I see.”

    Lovino was still staring at the picture, not really listening to his father. It had been seven years since he had seen the photograph. It had remained on the mantel piece in Italy for two years after her death, then it just disappeared.

    “Romano?”

    “Hmm?”

    “I was asking you if you wanted it.” Romulus held the frame out to his son with a shaking hand. Lovino took it and nodded.

    “Grazie, Papa.”

    “Di niente, Romano.”


E-Explain (Neighbors:: Romano x Reader)
As promised on my tumblr account by the same name I am editing "Neighbors:: Romano x Reader" parts 1-6.
Please don't report this as a repost from scarytalescometrue as I am the original author, I am just working on moving all my Hetalia works over to my official Hetalia DeviantArt.
Part One: Link Here
Part Two: Link Here
Part Three: Link Here
Part Four: Link Here
Part Five: You are here!
Part Six: Link Here
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    Di niente,” Romulus had said. “No problem.” Handing over a picture of a woman he had loved for longer than any of his sons had been alive had been “no problem”.

    Lovino grew angry again. He was angry at his father for acting like his mother, the first woman any of the boys had loved, meant nothing to him. He was angry at his brothers for always getting the best of everything. And he was angry at himself for believing that he could really love and be loved. Looking at his mother's smiling face he felt his anger die down just enough for a feeling of emptiness to kick in. Swallowing back the lump that formed in his throat he set the picture face down on his nightstand and readied himself for bed.

    Right before he began to drift off he set the frame back upright and looked at his mother's picture one last time.        


    Lovino woke up after eight the next morning to what sounded like someone trying to break down his door. His head was pounding and his eyes were sensitive to the early morning light that was pouring in. For a brief moment he wondered if he had broken into his father’s wine stash in his sleep before realizing it was just the remains of a migraine brought on by a pitiful night's sleep.

    “Alright, dammit!” Shoving the blankets off he began a quick search for his pants, grateful the knocking had stopped. After pulling them on he unlocked the bedroom door and jerked it open. His father stood on the other side, still in his pajamas with his chocolate brown locks uncombed and his face sporting what was close to a full beard.

    “You need to go see ___! The second moving van just arrived and this would be a great time to--”

    “I am not interested in what you have to say!” Lovino snapped, attempting to slam the door in his father’s face. Romulus caught it before it could close.

    “What do you mean you are not interested? I am only trying to help--”

    “Oh, it all comes so easily to you, does it?” His anger was returning nearly ten-fold. He bit back bitter tears and continued. “You can have any girl you want which it is ‘Di niente’ to give away the only picture you have of her!”

    “Only picture I….” Realization spread across Romulus’s face like the dawn. Slowly at first, then all at once. “Is that what you are so angry about? I just thought you would like to have her picture! I had no problem giving it to you because I know you will keep it where you can see it! I did not mean that I no longer wanted it.”

    "Then--! But I--! I….” He couldn’t make a single comprehensive thought. It all made too much sense. His father had always said that things of beauty had no right being shut away from the world any longer than it needed to be. That went double for pictures and photographs of friends and family.

    “Do you see it now, Romano?”

    “I guess I do.” He turned from the door, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. “But I am still not going over there!”

    “Why not? This is the perfect time to--”

    “Do you not understand? I do not have the same charm as you or my stupid brothers!”

    “Well certainly not with that attitude!”

    “It is the only attitude I have!”

    “Romano, come on! All you need to do it flirt a little! You are a Vargas! It comes natural to all of us!”

    “Why are you trying so hard with me? Is it because you want me to get married and leave you alone with your other sons?”

    “Oh, Romano, you know I love you all the same! Even if you are a dick every now and then!” Lovino turned his head towards his father and glared. Romulus laughed nervously and shrugged. “Well you are.”

    “So that is what it is. You want me to leave.”

    “You know that all of you are welcome to live with me for as long as you like! And when you get married and have your own families, you can keep on living with me for as long as you all want!”

    Lovino finally turned all the way around, facing his father again. “Then why do you keep trying so hard with me? Why not them?”

    “Because they are not in love.”

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    Lovino tugged on the collar of the old, yet fashionable, tee-shirt nervously as he stood outside the front door of ___’s home. His father told him the moving van had left fifteen minutes before he’d arrived so he was too late to help with the furniture, but he was sure there was something he could help with. He was just raising a shaky hand to ring the bell when the door opened.

     “Lovino! Hi! I was just about to come and see you!”

    “Y-you were?” He felt a blush rising to his cheeks as a small smile crept onto his lips.

    “Yeah, I was going to give you guys back your dish.” She held out the glass dish his father had brought her the fudge in. “I was always taught not to return an empty dish but I haven’t been able to hit the store yet so I was also going to invite you all over for some pizza later.”

    When he realized that she hadn’t meant she would be coming over for him specifically he felt his heart fall a little. “Oh, I see.”

    “You don’t like pizza?” ___ before gasping. “Was that racist? Oh my-- I just know that there was a really good delivery place down the street that makes really good pizzas that aren’t too expensive!” She reached out with the hand that wasn’t still holding the glass dish and touched his arm lightly. “I’m sorry!”

    Lovino felt an electric spark where her fingers touched his skin and the smile returned just a little bit.

    “It is just that I am not a fan of delivery. And why not come over to our place for dinner instead? We can show you a real home cooked Italian cuisine.”

    “That sounds nice,” ___ answered with a small blush. “Uhm… do you want to come in? It’s kind of a bigger mess than before but I should have an old friend coming over soon to help.” She waved the dish about as she spoke, looking over Lovino’s shoulder towards the street.

    “Actually I was going to see if you wanted some help unpacking.”

    “Really?” ___’s entire face lit up as she smiled at him. “It would be great if I at least got my kitchen all set up. Then I can have you over for dinner sometime!”


    Forty-five minutes and two boxes later the pots and pans were in place and the silverware was accounted for. ___, who was pleased with their progress so far, allowed herself to fall back from her seated position on the floor to a spread-eagle one and gazed up at the ceiling. “So, you’re from Italy?”

    Lovino had seated himself in one of the chairs at the crowded table when he was sorting out the cutlery and couldn’t be bothered to move. “Si. We moved here two years after my mother died.”

    “What happened?” ___ twisted her head about until she was looking at him. Instead of answering he picked up one of the spoons and began to rub at a spot on the back. “Sorry. That’s none of my business. Uhm, which part of Italy are you from?”

    “We moved around a lot. We own homes in Rome, Naples, Venice.” He gave a half-hearted shrug, feeling suddenly shy talking about himself. When he opened his mouth to change the subject something unexpected came out. “You have beautiful eyes.”

    “Oh?” ___ blushed and turned her head away from him, looking towards her kitchen stove. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

    “Not recently.” He waited a beat before continuing. “You have beautiful hair, too.”

    “It’s a matted mess,” she laughed, turning her head back towards him. “I haven’t been able to wash it. I’ll need to do that tonight.”

    Lovino licked his lips as he tried to think of more to say but nothing was coming to him. Back in Italy it was easy for him to flirt. He knew what the women there would like to hear and what they expected to hear. He never had a problem picking up a beautiful woman there if he really wanted one. But here it appeared that the women in America had standards that he just couldn’t reach. He was sure he would mess this up. “I really like your smell, too.”

    “Lovino Vargas,” ___ exclaimed as she sat up, “Are you flirting with me?”


F-Flirt (Neighbors:: Romano x Reader)
As promised on my tumblr account by the same name I am editing "Neighbors:: Romano x Reader" parts 1-6.
Please don't report this as a repost from scarytalescometrue as I am the original author, I am just working on moving all my Hetalia works over to my official Hetalia DeviantArt.
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    Dinner was a matter that was always taken seriously at the Vargas house, perhaps even more than lunch and definitely more than breakfast where everyone was rushing to get themselves ready for the day, but it appeared that tonight was going to be a little different.

    Romeo and Romulus were sitting adjacent at one end of the short table, Romulus at the head and Romeo to his left, and Feliciano took his seat across from his younger brother. This left the foot of the table for Lovino. Settling into his seat he looked at the spread before him.

    There was a bowl of cooked angel hair, and a pot of still steaming sauce that he was sure was heated from a jar he had made earlier that year. There was also a bowl of fresh garlic bread and a tossed Caesar Salad. Comfort foods for Lovino. Quick to make and easy to clean up. He looked at his father questioningly, but Romulus was in the middle of a joke with Romeo and wasn’t about to be interrupted. Lovino waited until his father had said the punchline before speaking.

    “Spaghetti. Who made it.

    “I did,” his father said with a broad smile as he passed the bowl of pasta to Feliciano. “I didn’t have much time to fix anything else after making that candy.”

    “I hope she liked it,” Romeo sighed, reaching for the bread bowl.

    “She is so pretty,” Feliciano said as if in agreement.

    “What did you think of her, Romano?” Romulus propped his head up on his hand with his elbow on the table as he smiled across at his oldest son. “You seemed to like her.”

    “She’s alright.” He picked up his fork and poked the small serving of spaghetti he'd set on his plate, realizing that his appetite was almost completely gone.

    “I wonder if I could have a chance with her,” Romeo mused. “Do you think I might be too young for her?”

    “Just a little,” Romulus answered with a chuckle. “Besides, I think Feliciano is her age. Or close to it.”

    “Well age does not matter! Right? That is what you tell all the pretty ladies.” Lovino, of course, was thinking of himself and ___, not that a possible two years was really that much of a difference.

    “Do you really think I have a chance with her, fratello?” Romeo’s green eyes sparkled as he smiled, a smudge of sauce on the side of his mouth.

    “As if,” Lovino growled, pushing his dinner around his plate instead of eating it.

    “Well if she does not like the younger boys then maybe she will like me!” Feliciano actually did knock over his water glass this time and the ice cold beverage inside seemed to make a bee-line for Lovino before anyone could stop it. As the first drops his his knee and soaked through his pants he stood up, shoving his plate away. Romulus finally looked up.

    “Where are you going, Romano?”

    “To my room,” Lovino snapped. “Nobody had better bother me either!”

~*~*~*~*~

    Alone in his room Lovino pulled out his cellphone and hit redial. After several rings a pre-recorded message played. “Hola! You have reached the cellphone for Antonio Fernández Carriedo! I am so sorry that I missed your call, but if you leave me a message I will get back to you soon!”

    “Call me back, you bastard.” Pressing end he tossed the device onto the nearby dresser and tossed himself onto his bed. A million thought raced through his mind, all of them leading back to ___. Her smile, her eyes, even her scent. And especially her laugh. Rolling onto his back he instinctively grabbed the oversized tomato plush that he had carried with him since his fifteenth birthday.

    Lovino didn’t bother to call out when he heard the knock on the door. Instead he turned until he facing the wall, the large plush clutched tightly to his chest. He screwed his eyes shut when the door opened and only looking when he felt the bed depress near his feet.

    Romulus was holding a bowl and spoon in one hand and reaching for his son with the other. “Ciao, Romano.”

    “What the hell do you want,” Lovino growled before turning his attention back to the blank space before him.

    “You hardly ate any dinner. You must be hungry! I brought you some gelato.”

    “Give it to one of my stupid brothers! They get everything around here, right? The best spots next to you, The first servings of food. I am surprised they have not taken my room yet!”

    “Is that what is really bothering you, Romano?” Romulus looked away from his son and into the bowl.

    “I have told you not to call me that! I want to be called Lovino!” At last he sat up, fire in his hazel eyes as the toy lay forgotten in his lap.

    “There is more than that bothering you, si?” Romulus’s face dropped into a pout as he poked the cold treat with the spoon. “Are you going to eat this? My hand is going numb from the cold.”

    Lovino eyed the bowl before shaking his head. “Not hungry.”

    “What?!” Romulus’s jaw dropped before he placed his free hand on Lovino’s forehead and hummed. “You are a little warm. And your cheeks are getting red! Are you getting sick?”

    “No! I just think….” He scowled half-heartedly at the floor, secretly pleased at his father concern. Before he could change his mind, he said what he had been thinking. “I think you might be right. About me. Being in love. With ___.”


D-Dessert (Neighbors:: Romano x Reader)
As promised on my tumblr account by the same name I am editing "Neighbors:: Romano x Reader" parts 1-6.
Please don't report this as a repost from scarytalescometrue as I am the original author, I am just working on moving all my Hetalia works over to my official Hetalia DeviantArt.
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    You are so in love.

    The words kept repeating through Lovino’s head. He had told her father to stop being ridiculous, that there was no way he could be in love with someone he had literally just met. But there was a smaller, quieter voice in the back of his mind was telling him it wasn’t so crazy as he thought, that his father had met his mother the same way and they had lived happily together for nearly twenty years.

    It was making him feel crazy hearing those four words his father had dared speak running through his mind again and again. He needed to talk to someone who would tell him he was right: there was no way he was in love with ___.

    He paced from his bedroom door to his window where he snatched his phone off his desk and dialed the number he knew by heart. Pacing back to his bedroom door he listened to the rings, his heart pounding harder with each ring that passed.

    One. Two. Three. Fo-- “Hola, Romano!

    “It is about time you answer, you damned bastard,” Lovino growled, pacing back to his window. “I need to talk to you.”

    “Alright, Romano. I can make some time for you.”

    “I have a new neighbor,” he said, deciding to just get straight to the point. “She is so beautiful and nice and…. Papa says I am in love with her.”

    
There was silence on the other end and it dragged on for so long that Lovino found himself actually worrying that the call had dropped. At last, Antonio spoke. “Are you?”

    “How the hell can I be in love with someone that I just met?!” His voice was loud and shrill as he yelled. “You bastard, you sound like my father.”

    “Oh, Romano! You are so in love with her!”

    “Stop saying that, you asshole!”

    “I cannot wait to see your sweet little love struck face! Fusososo!”

    “I already told you I am not in love! I just met her today and--” A knock on the door interrupted him. Ripping the phone away from his ear he turned and snapped. “What?”

    “It is dinner time, big brother!” Feliciano called through the door.

    “I will be there in a minute, dammit!” He waited until he heard the retreating footsteps before bringing the phone back to his ear. “I have to go.”

    “Alright, Romano. Do you want me to wait up so you can call me again?”

    “Not if you are going to keep on thinking I am in love with ___.”

    “Okay, Romano. I understand. Buenas noches!”

    “Buenas noches, you stupid jerk bastard.”
C-Chat (Neighbors:: Romano x Reader)
As promised on my tumblr account by the same name I am editing "Neighbors:: Romano x Reader" parts 1-6.
Please don't report this as a repost from scarytalescometrue as I am the original author, I am just working on moving all my Hetalia works over to my official Hetalia DeviantArt.
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Part Two: Link Here
Part Three: You are here
Part Four: Link Here
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Well, how ever many I have, I apologize for the sudden halt in activity. For a while I was just rewriting my old entries so it was easy to toss them up one after another, but when it came back to writing original content.....
Let's just say I am slowly but surely falling back into Hetalia now that the initial stress of college is over and I am getting back into the swing of things.
Also, as selfish as it may sound, please keep favoriting and commenting on my works! It's really encouraging and lets me know you all still enjoy my work. No comment is too annoying to post (except those ones about reposting and finding true love, those are super annoying)

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