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The Best Thanksgiving.

"_______! _______, Ve! Come here~!" You heard the hyper Italian, Feliciano, yell from the kitchen. You rushed in there after hearing a crash.
"What'd you do know?" You groaned looking at the complete mess he'd made of the cranberry sauce. The jello-like food was splattered all over the floor, accompanied by a few pots and a spoon. You grabbed a towel and started cleaning up the mess as Feliciano gushed about you not killing him, "Feli! Just stop would you?! Get out of the kitchen now! I can clean this up myself and I don't need you getting in the way right now!" You snapped. Feliciano had a look of surprise on his face, but that quickly faded as he frowned, hung his head and exited the now mess that you called a kitchen.
"Hmph…" You huffed, going back to cleaning up. When you finished, you dusted your hands on the faded blue jeans that you wore with your black uggs and purple, blue and green plaid shirt. You grabbed a hair-band, shoved your hair into a messy bun and got to work. After about thirty minutes though you started feeling guilty about snapping at Feli like that. You finally sighed, after putting the turkey in the oven, you straightened up and walked out of the kitchen to look for the Italian who had seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth.
"Feli? Feliciano? Where are you?" You called, walking in and out of rooms looking for him. You heard a muffled sob come from the bathroom. You walked over and tugged on the handle. Locked. 'Just my luck…' you thought bitterly. After a few more trial and errors at opening the door you slumped down with your back to it.
"Feliiiii~! Either let me come in or you come out!" You called to the brunette on the other side of the door. A small sniffle was heard and you stood up and leaned against the doorframe. "Please? Feli, I didn't mean it! Please come out!" You told him.
"B-But you said that you don't n-need me! Ve…" He cried from the other side of the wooden door. Sighing in frustration, you stood up straight putting your hands on your hips.
"Feliciano Vargas. I have said that countless times before, all when I was mad. Are you really going to believe it now? You're my best friend!" You said, your voice rising with every word.
"I guess not…" He said sniffling once more and opening the door to his pinkish-red, tear stained face. You enveloped him in a hug. He hugged back, instantly losing his sadness and grinning ear to ear.
"Hey feli?"
"Si, ve?"
"You, don't get to deal with the cranberry sauce anymore." You laughed, racing back to the kitchen with the Italian on your heels.
"Oh yeah!?" He laughed, grabbing your arm and spinning you around so that you were pressed against his chest. You blushed pink and tilted your head up to him, cocking it to the side a bit to show your confusion.
"Hey _______..."
"Yeah feli?"
"Ti amo."
"Wh-" Before you could ask what that meant his lips collided with yours. You stiffened and blushed crimson, coming up with some new shades of red while you were at it. You relaxed a few seconds later and kissed back. Feliciano pulled away, grinning like an idiot. You were sure you were too. You both got back to work making the dinner; Ludwig, Lovino and Kiku would get here any minute.
"Hey ______~!"
"Yep?"
"You looked like a tomato a few minutes ago~"
"You hang out with Lovi too much." You laughed. He joined you a few seconds later.

Best. Thanksgiving. Ever.
Not really much to say about this besides

HAPPY THANKSGIVING MY LOVELIES~

(this took like 20 minutes, not much effort either so DON'T KILL ME!)

italy's soooooooo OOC in this *dies* IM SORRY!

Personification of Italy/Feliciano Vargas (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
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drawingsbyapan's avatar
I can't believe all the good reader Inserts I find are written like 3 to 5 years ago.

I'm not even an official fan of Hetalia yet (I sadly can't seem to get time to look it up and watch/read it 😞)