RomanoxReader: Girl at the Cafe Part 3

You sat down in your seat at the World Conference table. As the meeting began you sigh and rested your cheek onto your hand out of boredom. You knew that this meeting was not going to be anymore eventful then any of the past ones. You played with your pen and doodled on a piece of paper. You were forced to look up when your friend called your named and waved hello to you. Smiling, you waved back to them. You looked down at your doodle and realized it really wasn’t just a doodle. It was a drawling of Romano’s face, you had even included his gravity-defying curl. Blushing, you covered the drawling, hoping no one would see it. You sighed again, this time in defeat. No matter what you did or how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to get the handsome Italian out of your head. It’s like his face was haunting you, even in your sleep. There was something about him that you found…interesting or maybe even liked. You shook your head clearing your thoughts and decided to think about something else. You looked around the room to see how many countries you could recognize. You saw Britain, China, Russia, Canada, Austria, America, France, Prussia, Germany, Italy, Romano, Japan…..Wait? Romano??!!!! You shot your eyes back to the brunette. You rubbed your eyes thinking you were hallucinating. Your memory jogged back and you realized that the first World meeting was where had seen the Italian. Romano’s eyes met yours from across the room. Your brain was screaming for you to look away but your eyes disobediently continued to gaze at his, trying to suck in as much of those beautiful hazel browns as they could. You finally ripped your (e/c) eyes away from him. You felt like an idiot for staring at him that long. He now probably thought you were a stalker or something. You face palmed yourself and wanted to kick yourself in the backside. You looked up sheeply to see if he was staring at you but he was gone. You heard someone cough behind you and you spun around to see Romano. “Hello-a, (f/n).” Romano said blushing lightly. “H-Hi Romano.” You smiled sweetly while blushing. The Italian chuckled at your cuteness. “Hdkal rnui yjtr?” You stared at him confused. “What?” You asked. Romano shot a glare to a certain yelling German. “It’s really loud in here.” Romano stated. “Would you like to go outside?” He asked gesturing to a glass door with a porch outside. You nodded, covering your ears as you heard Alfred and Arthur begin to argue loudly and Ludwig trying to step in to shut them up. Romano opened the door for you and you walked outside into the beautiful spring day. You sigh in relief that your ears no longer hurt from of the noisiness of the meeting. Romano leaned over the silver railing and you did the same. “So as was-a asking, how are you?” He asked restating his question to you from early. “I’m okay. And you?” You asked looking at the Italian. “I’m doing-a fine. Why are you just okay-a?” Romano asked seeming a little worried. “I just don’t really care for these meetings. They are always uneventful and never achieve anything. I just…wish I was somewhere else.” You said as a breeze blew your (h/c) in a lovely goddess like style. Romano blushed at your beauty. To him you really were like a goddess, a kind and caring one. “Then why don’t we-a go somewhere else?” Romano said as if he asked that question everyday. You looked at him, surprised by his suggestion. The Italian raised an eyebrow for emphasis. You blushed, thinking that it was rather hot. “Umm?....Where?” You asked curiously. “Anywhere you-a want to.” He said. “Well…” You said pondering for a moment. “I kind of want to go home and see my birds.” You said, hoping Romano wouldn’t mind. “You…You have-a birds?” He asked. “Yeah. Two.” You replied. “Then lets go-a see them.” Romano chimed, just wanting to get out of the meeting. You walked back into the World Conference with Romano and casually gathered your things and slipped quietly out of the room. Relieved that no one had noticed you leaving. You walked outside to your (f/c) car and waited for Romano to catch up. You unlocked the car and hopped in, driving home.
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You pulled into your driveway and climb out of your car.  Watching Romano as he surveyed your home, you unlocked you front door and lead the curious Italian inside. You showed him to your living room and opened the door to relieve your (f/c) room. You watched as Romano’s eyes widen in wonder as he heard your two caged friends sing a duet. You giggled at the expression on his face. “What?” Romano asked confused. “Your eyes are as wide as a kid’s in a candy shop.” You laughed. Romano looked away and blushed while huffing in irritation that you thought he looked like a child. You just chuckled and walked over to your birds. “Hi guys!” You greeted Bluebell and Jarrah. They chirped happily, glad that you were home earlier than usual. You opened their cage and let them fly out. You turned around and started to laugh. Instead of them flying to their normal spot at the refrigerator, they landed on Romano. Bluebell on Romano’s left forearm and Jarrah on his head. Romano gave you a look on his face as if he was silently telling you that he was scared for his life. “They don’t bite!” You laughed. “Oh-a. Good.” Romano sighed in relief. You made a kissing sound with your lips to call the birds over to you. Bluebell and Jarrah took flight over to you. You giggled as they gladly landed on to you forearm. Romano made his way over to where you were. “What kind-a of birds are they anyway?” He asked curiously. “Love birds.” You replied in a matter-of-fact tone. Romano started to flush at the fact that they were ‘love’ birds. He couldn’t stop thinking about the four letter word ever since he had met you. You looked up from Bluebell and Jarrah to witness Romano blushing. “What?” you asked. “N-Nothing.” He replied. You shrugged your shoulders and pulled out a pear for your pets and cutting it up. In the process of preparing a meal for your birds you managed to cut yourself. “Ah, dang nabit.” You scolded your self for being so careless. “Are you-a hurt?” Romano asked worried. “Just a little cut…that bleeds a lot.” You stated watching as blood quickly drained down from your finger. Romano gently grabbed your hand and guided you over to the sink, turning on the water. “Ow!” You hollered at the stinging pain in your finger. “Sorry.” Romano apologized. You gave him a smile and tried not to blush too much. ‘He must care about me if he got this worried over a little cut.’ You smiled to yourself. ‘She shouldn’t be so careless! But…. I’m glad I have a reason to touch her hand.’ Romano thought to himself, blushing a delicate shade of pink. It was quiet for a moment or two while your hand was still under the sink’s running water.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~5 Minute Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “There-a.” Romano stated rapping a band aid around your wounded finger. “Thanks!” You said, smiling sweetly at the Italian. “N-No problem.” Romano stuttered, blushing at your cute smile. “Alright you two. Time to go back into your cage.” You said to Bluebell and Jarrah. You pointed to their cage and they flew back inside. Romano was about to turn off the sink but didn’t when an idea came into his head. You were about to set down the plate of cut up pear when something cold assaulted the skin on your back. “Eek!” You shrieked loudly while spinning around to find Romano with an evil smirk plastered to his face. He had taken a hand full of cold water and slung it at your back. You smirked and set down the pears in the birds’ cage; closing it. “Oh, you are sooo gonna regret that, Romano.” You said in a naughty tone. “Am I?” He asked. You nodded and looked out the window. “OH NO!! IT’S SPAIN!!” You nearly screamed. “What-a?! Where?!” The Italian shouted running over to the window to. “Psych!” You yelled filling a cup of water and tossing it onto the unexpecting Italian. Romano squealed as the cold water hit his chest and face. “Chigi!! Ragazza! I hope you like running!” He yelled laughing. “Ahhh! Hahaha!” You shrieked and laughed running anyway from the wet Italian. Romano chased you out of your room and ran up a flight of stairs after you. You laughed and continued to run until you hit a dead end in the hallway. Hearing Romano coming down the hall, you quickly ducked into a closet. “(f/n) where are-a you~?” Romano asked in a sing-song voice. You tried not to giggle as Romano walked right past the closet. As you heard his footsteps going farther down the hallway, you flung open the door and dashed out, laughing like a maniac as you ran back down the stairs. “What the tomato, (f/n)?!” Romano yelled. “Sorry that I’m too fast!” You laughed, hiding by a couch. Romano jogged down the stairs. When he reached the bottom he surveyed the room. Romano started to whistle as if he were calling a dog. “(f/n), here ragazza.” He called you. Your mouth dropped opened in disbelief that the Italian was calling you like a pet. You giggled and mentally refused to come out of your hiding spot by the sofa. Then you no longer heard Romano’s footsteps. You poked your head out to see if he went outside. You shrieked when someone grab you from behind. “Got you!” Romano laughed. He tackled you to the ground and began to tickle you. You laughed and giggled as the Italian assaulted your tender skin with his finger tips. “Stop! Romano! That tickles!” You squealed. “It’s supposed to!” He laughed. You looked up at Romano as he stopped tickling you and he face turned tomato red. “What?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. Then you noticed that you were on your back, underneath Romano and he was on all fours over top of you. You began to blush and looked away embarrassed by the current position you were in. Romano gently stroked your cheek with his hand. You shot your (e/c) eyes to the Italian in surprise. You blushed a shade of crimson as Romano began to lower his face down to yours. You puckered your lips and waited for Romano’s to meet yours, hoping that they wouldn’t miss their target. You lost all thought and began to drown in bliss as you felt a pair of warm, silky lips massaging yours. You moaned in pleasure as Romano licked your lips for entrance and you unsurely opened your mouth to him. He slid his pink muscle inside and roamed all over your wet carven. During your make out session with the…I mean ‘your’ Italian, you laced your fingers into his still somewhat wet chestnut brown hair and Romano moved his hands to your waist. You and Romano pulled away from each other panting hard. Once you two had recovered the much needed oxygen into your lungs, Romano gently sat you up. “(f/n)…?” He asked. “Yes?” You replied. “Will you…I don’t-a know…be my…my” “Your girlfriend?” You asked cutting him off. “S-Si.” Romano blushed. “Of course.” You stated and hugged Romano. Romano was shocked that you had said yes so quickly but didn’t complain. The Italian hugged you back, lacing his fingers into your still wet (h/c) locks. “Want to-a go out tomorrow? Maybe for-a breakfast?”  Romano asked, looking down at you. You nodded and kissed his cheek lightly. You giggled at the blush on his face and he pecked you on the lips.
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You waved goodbye to your new boyfriend as he drove off. You sighed in content walking back into your house. You couldn’t help but giggle. You were so giddy!! You changed into pajamas and climbed into bed. You smiled like an idiot as you drifted off to sleep, dreaming about Romano. But not too far away was a certain Italian that had the same idiotically big smile on his face. Romano rolled over in bed and closed his eyes. And when he did he saw you beautiful face, smiling at him. Romano had a strange fuzzy feeling in his chest but it was a good fuzzy feeling. He couldn’t help but think…just maybe….you were the one.