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WARNING: Swearing. In English, and what I hope (from Google Translate) is Italian. (If someone familiar at all with the profanity of the language wanted to confirm that for me I’d be forever grateful, because I trust Google Translate with that task as much as I would trust a drunk Prussia to hold my newborn child.) Anyway, it’s Romano, so if you don’t like swears, GTFO. Now. See? I swear, Reader-chan swears, Romano swears, we all swear. It’s healthy. ~ “Why can’t I meet your brother, Lovino?” you asked the grumpy man, slinging an arm around his shoulders as he sat on the couch. He blushed a little,

"CHIGIII~!" "Romano's home~" you observed, nodding in unison with the coppery kitten that you were curled up on the sofa with. You were at the Vargas' house, waiting for your friend Feliciano to come back from a "date" with Ludwig. The man in question (Romano) stalked into the house, slamming the door with such force as to rattle the windows, muttering under his breath. "Hi to you too," you murmured as Romano stomped straight into the kitchen and started banging pots and pans around. "I hate that stupid potato jerk!" you heard him raging, most likely to himself but definitely loud enough for everyone and anyone in the area to hear. "That s

    Romano never was a happy child. Throughout his childhood he saw his younger brother get appraised for his many talents. But when he tried to find something that he could do. The more the list of things Romano couldn't do became larger. Eventually he stopped trying, because he was afraid that if the list grew even larger. The farther the gap grew between him and his loved ones.         When he was taken in by Spain he was afraid of being rejected. So before he could feel the hurt of rejection he rejected Spain. But slowly Romano found himself looking up to the gleeful country of Spain.      When Romano left Spain's house he was saddene

Contains: Romano x Reader --------------------------- "You know…I've always liked your girl." The words haunted him, dancing in his mind. Distorting (and if not destroying), all of his thoughts. Romano pushed past the huge crowd of people, reaching for your receding figure. Fear choking him stopping the Italia from screaming your name. Another huge wave of humans leaving to go to work or school caused Romano to lose sight of you in the sea of human flesh. It was only then that he was able to scream your name. But to no avail were you able to hear him upon boarding the subway train to your collage and place of work. Your eyes focused on

There he is. Lovino Vargas. The hottest guy in class. The guy that every girl wants. Here I am. [First Name][Last Name]. That one person who’s never really noticed by many. Due to my shyness, people notice Matthew Williams more than me… Once again, I watch as girls flock towards the Italian. Most of them are wearing tight shirts, others wearing short skirts. They’re desperate to get his attention. So desperate, that they’ll wear the sluttiest clothes to get a reaction out of them. And the worst part about this, he actually notices. Lovino tends to flirt. With just about every pretty girl. But this time was differen

Spin. Stop. Spin. Stop. Spin. This is how your afternoon was going so far. You were pointlessly laying around in Lovino's living room right now. It was a sunny Sunday evening, such a beautiful day to go outside and enjoy the fresh air! Nope. Not in your world. At least not right now. You were currently spinning and stopping a world globe that you had found behind a couch. Lovi wasn't around at the moment, so you decided it would be fun to take a quick look at it and discover new countries! What a bad idea that was. After about 15 minutes of trying to find new country names, you just got more and more depressed. Every time you'd take a