#hetalia reader insert

James groaned as the knocking at his front door repeated. He tried to ignore it but the person on the other side seemed persistent. He unwillingly abandoned his pancake batter, heading to the reason for his annoyance. He opened his front door, his usual bored expression greeting whoever would be on the other side. That melted into a ghost of a smile seeing you on the other side. You had been a soft spot not long after he met you. For a while, he denied the reason. Well, until he couldn't anymore. "Hey Maple, what's up?"

You looked up to the male before you, grinning as you brought your hands from behind your back. "Lookie! I managed to get terrific seats for your favorite hockey team! I was wondering if you aren't busy if you'd like to go with me?" You grew more and more nervous as you said the last part. Damn nerves. James stared at you in stunned silence. He was planning on getting tickets and asking you, unfortunately they were gone before he had the chance. You bit your lip, growing more and more anxious the longer he was quiet. "James?" He blinked a few times, shaking his head a little. "Uh yeah, I'll go with you." 

You immediately close the gap between you too, enveloping him in a tight hug. James quirks an eyebrow at you before slowly returning the hug. He pats your head before asking. "Do you want me to pick you up or meet there?" You pause, humming in thought. "I'm not sure? I don't want you to have to go out of your way or something but it's always nice hanging out with you." "Then it's decided, I'll pick you up." You nod, a bit of pink dusting your cheeks. 

"Alright. Well, I gotta go now, still have errands to run. I'll see ya later, James!" You smile and wave before jogging to your car that was parked behind James. James waves, watching your figure retreat to your car. 'If she still has errands to run, why did she stop here first?' He questions, walking back inside and to the kitchen. Various different reasons ran through his head as he finally started making his pancakes. There were still a few days before the game so both of you had plenty of time to have excitement and nerves build up.

A few days later, you were currently getting ready for the game. There were still a few hours to go before it started but if you guys wanted to get there on time, it was better to leave early. Especially since it was a town over and it takes at least an hour to get there. Not to mention finding a parking spot. Just as you finished and slipped your shoes on, there was a knock at the door. You grab your purse, making your way towards your front door. Upon opening it, you spot James with his hands shoved in his pockets, looking at the various flowers growing on your porch. 

"They're blooming nicely this year. I guess Oliver really does know his way around plants." He nods. "More than most would realize. Well, shall we then?" You hum in agreement, locking the door before getting in the truck with James. As James drove to your destination, he leaned forward a bit, grabbing the aux cord before passing it to you. "Here. It's your turn to pick the music." You grin, pulling it into your phone before turning on a playlist you made of songs you both loved. James chuckled softly hearing the first song. He shot you a glance as you started singing along before joining you.

After a bit, you finally reached town. Now just to deal with traffic at the parking lot and find a parking space. When you reached the parking lot, James sighed in relief at the fact there wasn't as much traffic trying to get in. Finding an open and relatively decent spot didn't take as long either, which was just an added bonus. Soon enough, you and James were both on your way inside. "I'll be right back. I'm gonna get us some drinks and snacks while the line is still short." "Alright, I'll wait for you here." You nod and speed walk over to the concession stand, making sure to get in line before anyone else has the same idea.

Unfortunately, the thing you didn't have to worry about was getting in line but trying to make it back to James without getting stopped. You were in the middle of walking back to where you left James when someone stopped you. Being the considerate person you were, stopped to see what they could possibly want. "Um, may I help you?" They smirked, looking you over. "Yeah, your number would be a great help, actually." You sighed, shaking your head. "No. I already like someone and I'm currently trying to get back to my friend." You were considerate but you were always blunt in these cases. You never really understood why people said 'sorry' before they let someone, especially a stranger, down. 

You went to step around them but they just matched your step instead. Persistent bastard. "Come on, I bet I can be more fun than whoever it is you supposedly like or are hanging out with. Besides, I'm sure your friend will understand." Growing more annoyed, you shake your head. "I already told you, I'm not interested. Go find someone else to bother." Once more you tried to go around him but he stepped in front of you again. 

Just over his shoulder, you noticed James quickly making his way toward you. You smile softly knowing he was there to help you. The person took your smile in the exact opposite way, however. "Finally decided to join me then?" James kept his usual bored expression but internally he was scowling. He walked up to you, taking the drinks from you. "Hey Maple, let's go find our seats. Just ignore this prick." You nod, your smile only growing. As you were beginning to walk away you could hear the person saying something along the lines of 'being a bitch'. You snicker to yourself at that.

While walking to your seats, you playfully nudge James with your elbow. "Thanks for your help back there." James shook his head, looking over at you. "You're welcome. Besides, I told you I would always be there to help you, right?" You hum softly, taking your seat beside James. There were still a few minutes before the game started as you passed him his snacks. He mumbled a 'thanks' and soon enough the final prep began before the game officially started. Within the first fifteen minutes, you rested your head against James' shoulder. He had gotten used to it over the years and reflexively wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

Apparently, whoever was operating the Kiss Cam saw the two of you together and thought you were the perfect people. In a moment's notice, you saw James and yourself on the screen. You blushed bright red, quickly hiding your face behind your hands. Meanwhile, James was shaking his head, mouthing 'no'. You could hear various 'boos' around the rink but you didn't care, you were way too embarrassed to see if it was because of a play or because of the Kiss Cam.

For some reason, the camera kept coming back to the two of you. A lot. 'Weird, I've never seen any of these target people so often...' You thought to yourself. Before you could try to focus back on the game or think of why it would do that, you noticed it came back to you once again. It wasn't even at the halfway point of the game yet! This had to be around the tenth time, at least. James rolled his eyes when he noticed it too. 

In a swift movement, James slipped one of his hands behind your head and crashed his lips against yours. Your face immediately turned a deep red, and shyly you returned the kiss. The crowd cheered and sooner than you hoped, you both pulled away. Letting the nerves get the best of you, you hid your face into his side. James chuckled quietly, patting your head. 'Fuck, I wish I would've done that a lot earlier... Maybe this will be the day I ask her out...' James looked down at you before returning to watch the game. 

You may have looked like you were watching the game, which you kind of were, but your mind was mostly focused elsewhere. Namely James, the kiss, and your feelings. Your brain was a scrambled mess and your heart was somehow really tense but also melted into a puddle. James wasn't doing much better but he was doing better at not letting it show. Despite the nerves you both were feeling, you stayed close to each other for the rest of the game. 

Once the game ended and you managed to get back to the main area, you threw your trash away. "I wonder why they kept coming back to us..." You thought aloud, blushing at the memory. James shrugged, taking your hand as he led you through the crowded area to the front doors. "Dunno. Do you want to come over for dinner? If you're free..." You smile, keeping ahold of his hands even after you leave the building and walk to the truck. "Yeah, you're a way better cook than I am." A ghost of a smile plays on his lips once again. 'God, it really is the smallest of things that make me fall harder for you, (Y/N)."

The drive back was relatively quieter than when you typically rode with each other. This time James had one of his playlists going. You occasionally would sing along but for the most part, your mind kept going back to the kiss earlier. Your feelings, his feelings. What would happen now? Should you confess? Would your relationship change if he said no? Goddamn, feelings were hard. 

About an hour and a half later, James pulls into his driveway and parks the car. Kuma, who was laying on the porch, looked up toward the vehicle. As both of you got out and walked toward the front door, Kuma immediately went over to you, rubbing his head against your hand and side, looking for attention. James shook his head, opening the door for you. You smiled and scurried inside, giving Kuma the attention he seemed to desperately crave. "Always such an attention whore when (Y/N) is around."

Kuma huffs at his owner while you giggle. "Kuma is so cute though! It's hard to tell him no." "Ya know, he could easily eat you if he wanted to, right? And you're still gonna call him cute?" Kuma shook his head, knocking you to the floor before sitting on your lap and nuzzling into you. "Yep! Besides, it doesn't seem like he would want to eat me. Waaait... James, are you perhaps jealous?" You sang the last bit in a teasing tone, smirking at your friend in the kitchen. James' cheeks turned a bright red as he turned away to hide it. "T-That's just silly, Maple."

Kuma looked towards his owner with the most deadpan look a polar bear could have and practically gave a disbelieving huff. You laugh, hiding your face in the bear's side. "Don't worry James, I promise you'll always be my favorite! I mean how could you not be when I'm in love with you." Despite growing quieter at the last sentence, he still heard you. Since you were hiding in Kuma's side, you hadn't noticed James coming closer to grab Kuma's food dish. James stopped just short, staring at you with a surprised look and pink coating his face. "Did I hear you right?"

You tense up, slowly peaking up at the now quite closer James. "Th-That you'll always be my favorite?" James shook his head. "The other part, (Y/N). The last part. You love me?" You look down, playing with Kuma's fur. "Yeah, I am. I have been for years, I just was too nervous to say anything." James walked closer and kneeled down in front of you, moving his large companion off your lap. He gently cupped your cheek, tilting your head up to see one of his genuine smiles. "Man, now I really look like an idiot, ey? I should've asked you out way sooner.

You lean into his hand, smiling. Before you could respond, Kuma decided to take matters into his own hands... Well, paws. With a nudge from behind you, you fell onto James who wrapped his free arm around you. You both started leaning forward, closing the already small gap. This kiss was more gentle but still got each of your feelings across. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer. When air became too much of a necessity, you pulled away with a shy smile and pink covering both of your cheeks. "Maple, will you be my girlfriend?" "Yes! Of course, I will."

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Allen grinned mischievously as he opened his wallet. Taking out a twenty, he passed it to the person operating the kiss cam. "Thanks for the help man." "Yeah, yeah, it's no problem. What are friends for? Just make sure no one catches you leaving this area, I don't want to have to cover for your ass again." Allen chuckles as he leaves. "Whatever you say!"

“You know what I desire of you, and you have known ever since I returned from our victory against the pirates. You are queen, and yet you cannot fulfil this simple task!” Disgust dripped from his sentences and you forced yourself not to flinch away, keeping your eyes fixed on his in the mirror. 

Arthur leant forward, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. His breath was hot, his voice like the unforgiving rasp of a cool silver razor against your skin as your pulse beat to his words.

...

The man’s lips curved upwards as he answered in a voice completely free of adornments or the flowery language you had learnt to simultaneously love and hate, “Francis. I am called Francis Bonnefoy.”

“Then, Francis Bonnefoy,” you said, observing how his head tilted slightly at your attempt to recreate his accent, “know that you have served me well.”

Fandom: Hetalia - Historical/Royalty AU

Pairing: England/Reader/France

Summary: In a war-torn kingdom facing wavering alliances against the growing threat of pirates, the royal family hides behind a mask that barely conceals their dysfunctional lives, wracked by trauma and all other things that make humans human. Secrets are woven thick in the fabric of court, and nothing is what it seems. If the kingdom is to survive, this game must not just be played, it must be won.

(This took an infinity and a half, but here you go, lovely.)

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By all accounts, it had been a fairly emblematic morning until now.

He'd risen before you, slipping out of the bedroom quietly to dress and get the kettle on.

Saturday mornings were often quiet, starting with a light breakfast and an hour working in the gardens. He kept tending to the sausages, knowing the scent would rouse you soon enough.

Not even moments later, your arms were wrapping around his waist, your shuffling following him as he finished frying the patties and began prepping the toaster. You managed to yawn out a good morning before slipping away once more, grabbing the orange juice and tea pot on your way to the back garden.

The weather was still warm enough after all, though he did look forward to seeing you in his old cardigans.

"I'll be just a minute, luv."

You grumbled out some form of acknowledgment, your shuffle helping indicate just how tired you still were. Perhaps he could tempt you into a nap...

He turned his attention back once more to serving tray and was just rearranging the jams when he heard you scream.

Arthur's stomach dropped, though his mind was taking a moment to process your terror and the simple fact that you were still screaming.

He was spurred into action, using some Magicke to aid the rush through the corridor, his voice amplified as he frantically shouted your name.

Nothing could have slipped in, no one would have been able to get past the barriers and warding.

Nothing he knew of, at least.

And it was that damnedable unknown that made him run faster, almost ramming his shoulder into a corner cupboard.

Your name escaped him once more as you cried out for him, your fear not audibly lessened in the slightest.

At last, he reached the French doors, slowing to a stop upon seeing your back pressed flush against the glass, fingers splayed as if trying to will the door away.

Whatever- whoever- had you this shaken made him pause, a defensive spell already tingling his fingertips. Slowly, silently, he crept behind you, using your body as cover until he could reach the other door.

"Luv?"

He honestly worried you hadn't heard him at first as you hadn't given away any indication you were aware of his presence. He nearly called to you again when your voice, brittle and so small, reached him.

"Arthur-"

The sound of it made his chest constrict, a wave of anger fueling his confident leap through the doorway, seeking out the entity who had dared to frighten you so.

His gaze swept across your surroundings, seeking out anything amiss.

Apart from some thoroughly concerned Fey nearby, and one very unimpressed spector, he couldn't detect anything out of place.

Wondering if perhaps his own vision was off, he turned anxiously to you, following the direction of your outstretched finger towards the oak tree.

Nothing awry that he could tell, apart from the ros-

"Dragon!"

Arthur's eyes narrowed in confusion, searching once more for a threat. Detecting none, his brows furrowed as he turned once more to you, bewilderment clear in his voice. "Luv, I only see Æđelfriđ over th- What?"

Your eyes, wide as saucers, were suddenly facing him fully, your mouth open in disbelief.

"What," he found himself asking again, even more lost. Your surprise and- remarkably- joy were baffling to him. It was as if you had never seen the Knucker before, as if-

Whatever confusion had been affecting him till this moment was tossed aside in favour of disbelief and- dare he say it?- hope.

"You can see him?"

He didn't register how his words had wobbled, couldn't have been bothered to care even if he had.

Could it reall be true? You could-

You offered a nod, words nearly a whisper as your eues flickered towards the scarlet youngster curled beneath the oak.

"I'm not crazy? It's really there?"

Arthur swallowed around a newfound lump in his throat, simply overwhelmed.

You could see! You could see! You-!

"Yes, he is."

His words were nearly as soft as yours had been, his heart skipping at the wonder shining in your eyes, the awe.

"I thought I was going nuts when I kept seeing ghosts in the dining room, and the bloody pixies scared the shit out of me when I was weeding by the begonias, but- Holy shit."

Your words fell away, a soft look teasing your features as you studied the dragon once more. "I never thought that dragons were real, too."

Seemingly aware of his uncharacteristic silence, your own eyes narrowed in concern. "Artie?"

For his part, it was indeed a lot of information to process.

Finding out you possessed the Sight? Something ue had been praying for?

"How long?"

His attention shifted back to you once more, the whole build-up towards understanding careening helter skelter to a sense of betrayal.

"How long have you been seeing them?"

The worry in your eyes tugged at his heartstrings.

"Just a week or so."

Your expression and tone became a touch more apologetic, your hand finding his.

"I should have mentioned it sooner; I am so sorry, Arthur."

And just like that, his inner turmoil dispersed, nothing reamining save his glee- his euphoria!- of being able to share something so special with you.

"No fear, poppet."

You seemed surprised by his smile, remained stiff as he pressed a kiss to your hand before pulling you into an embrace.

Gradually, you relaxed, shifting to rest your forehead on his shoulder.

"You're not angry?"

"On the contrary." He drew away just enough to study your eyes and his thumb across your cheek, wondering if it was possible to love you anymore than he did in this moment.

"I'm ecstatic!"

Slowly, your smile returned, relieved and just a smidge giddy.

He would have been content to remain like that all morning, but your stomach protested the idea, a low growl ruining the moment. He snickered at your embarrassment, grinning as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

"What say after breakfast we go meet him? I think it's about high time for a proper introduction, wouldn't you agree?"

Your smile alone could have stolen his heart all over again. As it was, a flutter still circulated through his bloodstream, a wave of affection near overwhelming him as you nodded. "Oh yes, please!"

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 > He’s very tall and likes to pick you up.

 > You will end up being picked up by him.

 > Not too many people like him, so he’ll get a little bit nervous about getting abandoned by you. You’ll have to tell him that you love him quite often.

 > He loves to be hugged and cuddled. Like, he’s just the softest boy.

 > But he’s been through a lot of trauma, so he gets nervous about stuff sometimes. He has his physical and mental scars. He gets self-conscious at times. He thinks he’s hard to put up with. So you’ve gotta prove to him that he’s not!

 > He warms up to you more the more that you hang around him.

 > He doesn’t like to leave you alone when he goes to meetings. This usually involves him trying to sneak you in in numerous ways. This includes hiding you in his jacket and coming in very early to put you under the table.

 > He is rather cold to some of the other nations, but you know that deep down, he’s just a big softie.

 > He sometimes forgets words in English. He looks to you to help him with it. 

Pairing(s): England(Arthur Kirkland) x Reader (Established relationship)

Prompt: Forest

Warning(s): Maybe a couple of swears but nothing else.

Summary:

“ There was nothing scarier than tall trees at the arse crack of midnight, and nothing more stupid than following your idiotic boyfriend into the forest with said tall trees to go ‘wandering for fairies! ” (ft. Frostbite the Christmas Fairy ~ Written for a Christmas prompt list)

Of all the things to agree to, why’d I agree to this?

 See, this wasn’t the first time that thought had crossed your mind either. As you looked around the intimidating trees, you found it hard not too. There was nothing scarier than tall trees at the arse crack of midnight, and nothing more stupid than following your idiotic boyfriend into the forest with said tall trees to go ‘wandering for fairies!’

It's been a week since that fateful day and (F/N) have been doing their absolute damnedest to avoid their friend and huge crush, Oliver. It's been hard, especially with how persistent Oliver can be but also because of how much it hurts. If only they hadn't agreed to that stupid drinking game Francois had come up with while they were last hanging out with Oliver and his brothers, this probably could've been avoided. (F/N) wasn't black-out drunk but they were just drunk enough to tell Oliver they had romantic feelings for the adorable cotton candy aesthetic Brit. When it finally clicked what happened and before anyone could do or say anything, (F/N) ran out of the house and back to their own with the heart-wrenching feeling Oliver wouldn't possibly feel the same. So once sobering back up, they decided to avoid the Brit at all costs to save themselves from the rejection.

What (F/N) didn't know was that after they left and everyone had processed what just happened, Oliver smiled as everything connected. He felt the same but never said anything due to not wanting to jeopardize their wonderful friendship. He sadly sighed, closing the front door that was left wide open before grabbing his phone, trying to get ahold of (F/N) in whatever way he could. No such luck though, the more time that passed, the more he worried. He knew he had to say something but was too nervous to say it in person, despite knowing what (F/N) had said. He even had asked his brothers for help, pleading for advice or even just for them to talk to (F/N) and invite them over, anything. Eventually, he realized it wasn't working. What neither knew was how much they both regretted their actions that night but were too anxious to confront it as well.

(F/N) looked at their phone, another text from Oliver, another sad smile creeping its way to their lips. "I'm sorry, Ollie… Please forgive me…" (F/N) whispered into their room, slowly pushing off the bed and making their way toward the closet. They threw on a (f/c) tank top with a (f/c) sweater over top and a pair of black jeans. Grabbing their bag and slipping on a pair of shoes, they head out of the house, making sure to lock up before heading towards a nearby park. It was one of those days where it was just cloudy enough to block out the sun but not be too chill nor expect rain, it felt comforting as (F/N) walked towards their favorite tree at the park. They say at the base of the sturdy trunk, leaning back into it as they pulled a book from their bag. They sat there for a while, just reading in content, occasionally physically or whispering verbal reactions they couldn't hold back.

Oliver shoved his hands in his pockets, walking through the park, lost in thought and trying to clear his head. He knew he need to do something but didn't know what nor that opportunity was knocking already. After a bit of walking around absently, Oliver noticed a family figure sitting under a tree, (F/N). He quietly made his way over, hoping they wouldn't notice as he got closer, thankfully they were too absorbed in their book to notice anything happening around them. Oliver sat under the tree as well, not right next to (F/N) but still close enough that they could see each other and were at arm's length. "U-Um hello poppet." Oliver greeted, albeit more shaky than he was hoping. (F/N) was automatically brought out of their book trance, instantly recognizing that cheerful British voice, even if it was more nervous than usual, they knew it was too late so they just stayed. "Hi, Oliver…" (F/N) quietly replied, placing a bookmark at their current pint before setting the book down and glancing at him. It's been a while since they used his name and not a nickname but it didn't seem right to use a nickname after that night. Oliver looked surprised for a moment, smiling gently when he realized they weren't going to run away again. "Oliver? You know you can still call me Ollie or anything else, poppet, you always can." He chuckled lightly before looking up at the (h/c), his gentle blue eyes meeting their (e/c) ones. "I have a decent idea of why you've been so distant recently… I can understand why too but love if you want to leave again I won't stop you but, let me say this first. I love you. Oh so much. With every piece of me, I absolutely love you (F/N). I didn't say anything that night because I was surprised and it took a bit for my silly head to catch up, I truly apologize for not coming to you sooner. I understand if you're upset with me or have moved on already or-" Before he could continue, (F/N) grabbed his wrist and pulled him close, cupping his cheek in the process.

Tears had pricked the corners of both their eyes, threatening to spill over, each for different reasons. They smile as they place a gentle kiss on his lips, Oliver's eyes widen before slowly closing and melting into it, placing his free hand on their waist. They pull apart after a bit, connecting their foreheads with smiles on their faces. Both silently let their tears fall, now with a new and similar meaning. Everything was soft, gentle, and calm now, words didn't need to be spoken to understand but it felt right to say something anyway. "I'm so sorry, Ollie. I love you to no end, forever and always. I-I thought it would be better if I didn't say anything after that confession but… I felt horrible for not responding… Oh Oliver, I'm so terribly sorry, could you ever forgive me for such stupidity?" Their tears only flowed more as they choked back a sob.

Oliver's eyes widen in surprise and he wiped away his now lover's tears, smiling warmly. "Now, now my dear poppet, there's no need to cry, it's quite alright. We both did stupid things from then to now but what's important is that we now know the truth and are together. Besides, I could never be upset with you for this, I can only imagine what you were thinking and feeling. I promise to make up that lost time to you, tenfold. I love you so much poppet, let's get you home and I'll make (f/f) for you, alright?" (F/N) nods, sniffling a little as they pecked Oliver's cheek. "T-That sounds nice… Again, I'm sorry Ollie…" He chuckles a bit, standing up and offering a hand to (F/N). "Please poppet, you have no need to apologize, everything is alright now. Let's head home, shall we? Oh- Would you prefer your house or mine?" (F/N) takes his hand, standing up with his support and grabbing their bag before the two begin walking home. "Yours. Whether the boys are there or not, it's such a comforting place to be." Their voice was still quiet but was brimming with happiness. Oliver hummed happily, noticing this and at the fact, they found his home comfortable. "Mmm well, I'm quite happy to know you enjoy our house, despite how my brothers can be sometimes. Once they hear what's happened, I know they'll be happy as well. They kept saying how weird it was you weren't over as much but whenever I asked for their help, they weren't all that helpful!" The brit puffed his cheeks, pouting at the memory earning a giggle from you. "I have a feeling that's about to change very soon."

~Warning! Use of quite strong language/ cursing ahead! Skip if you don't like it!~

It had been a long day already and you were only halfway through your shift at work. On the way to work, it had started raining and shortly before you managed to make it inside, it started to downpour and was still going. According to the weather channel, it was going to be doing that until hours after your shift. The morning had been a chaotic catastrophe as well; losing items only for them to be in plain sight, burning your hand while making breakfast, constantly tripping over your own feet while in a rush from getting ready a bit later than typical, trouble sleeping that night. It was basically Monday struggles but on a Thursday and seems like things were only going to get worse at your store. After the last customer left, you let out a heavy sigh and leaned your head back. "Hey Lovi? I'm gonna take my break and try not to kill any customers that come in. Thanks!~" Lovino nods, continuing to set out new floral arrangements as you head towards the back of the store.

A handful of customers came and went during your break, thankfully Lovino was able to take care of them himself, despite being fairly new to helping around the floral shop. You still greatly appreciated his help and always made sure to do something for him despite already being paid. Thanks to spending more time with him than usual, you've begun to learn Italian more often, just as long as there were no customers. Just as your break was ending you could hear Lovino yelling for you. 'Lovi almost never asks for assistance... Hopefully, it's not a problematic customer that's causing this.' You thought to yourself as you headed towards the front. While Lovino was doing his best to keep calm and the situation under control, there was another guy yelling specifically for you and getting quite aggressive with Lovino about it. "HEY! THAT'S ENOUGH!" You yelled out, the two instantly falling silent and still as they looked towards you. 

Upon looking at the person causing the ruckus, you realize it was an ex-friend of yours who turned out to be toxic years later after he suddenly stopped talking to you. Shaking your head, you move closer to the pair, lightly pushing Lovino away from the male and stepping between them. "First of all, if you have a problem, you absolutely do not yell at anyone here. Second of all, if you specifically want my attention for something, you can request it in a normal tone. If I am unavailable, you'll have to suck it up and wait. You have no right to yell at my employees, friends, or loved ones like I just witnessed so you better have a good explanation." You spit out, trying to control your temper as you scowl at your ex-friend. He quietly laughs, shaking his head. "Man, who woulda thought you actually run this lil place? Figured I'd at least give you the courtesy  to explain some things about your 'friend', Vlad." You raise an eyebrow at him, extremely skeptical of whatever he could possibly say about them. "I'll at least listen but don't think I won't kick you out if I deem it necessary, I haven't forgotten what you said about and to (bff/n). Lovi, thank you so much for handling him till I got here, feel free to take your break. Don't forget to have some water and some food." Lovino pats your back, a ghost of a smile playing across his lips. "Just happy to help, la mia adorabile principessa. If you need assistance, don't hesitate to call." With that, Lovino went back and started his break, albeit he was definitely worried about what would happen with a guy like that in the shop.

After what seemed like forever of your ex-friend talking terribly about a good friend of yours, knowing Vlad would absolutely never do anything like what's being said, you had enough. This long day and just gotten longer before he started talking and now that he was, you were absolutely ready to skip to the next day. Deciding enough was enough and it seemed like he wasn't done yet, you cut him off. "Stop. I've heard enough from you. I know Vlad well enough that he would never do what you've been describing. So, that being said, unless you are here to buy something or place an order, kindly leave." You tried keeping a professional tone, gritting your teeth the whole time. The last thing you were going to accept was the fact he would try pulling something like this again. "What? No. There's still things you don't know that you deserve to!" He was growing irritated that you weren't not letting him finish or believing him.

That was the final straw for today. You weren't going to let him try the same thing as when you were kids and think there would be no repercussions of the matter. So, you let all the anger bubble over and out, onto him. Everything bottled up from when he first said shit about your best friend, what he later said about you, today's events, and every other negative emotion that's been concealed. "NO! Chiudi quella maledetta trappola, vero pezzo di merda! Smetti di parlare di persone quando non sai assolutamente nulla. O sii una persona decente, o tieni per te le tue stronzate. Now, get your sorry ass out of my goddamn fucking store." You shout, venom laced into each word, each syllable. Your voice had echoed throughout the otherwise vacant shop, leaving your ex-friend stunned in place while Lovino waited near the entrance to the back, just out of sight, with a proud smile on his face. He had finally gotten you to stand up for yourself and at the same time, did amazingly with your Italian. Without another word, your ex-friend scurried out of the store and you swear, you could have seen a tail between his legs in the process.

Groaning loudly as you closed your eyes and leaned against the wall, you quietly mutter to yourself. "Hopefully that's the last of him..." Lovino stepped back into the front, walking over to you still wearing that proud grin as his arms snaked around your waist. "That was quite the show, ragazza. Bravo, sei stato bravissimo. Penso di essermi innamorato di più di te, caro."  Resting your head on his shoulder as you return his hug, smiling gently. "Thank you, it couldn't have been done without your help. You're the best boyfriend ever, ti amo Lovino~." A faint blush crept its way onto Lovino's cheeks as he planted a soft kiss on the top of your head. "Ti amo, la mia adorabile principessa."

~Translations - all done using Google Translate, many apologies if any are incorrect. Please feel free to correct me on any translations!~

la mia adorabile principessa - my adorable princess

Chiudi quella maledetta trappola, vero pezzo di merda! Smetti di parlare di persone quando non sai assolutamente nulla. O sii una persona decente, o tieni per te le tue stronzate. - Shut your fucking trap, you piece of actual shit! Stop talking about people when you know absolutely nothing. Either be a decent fucking person or keep your bullshit to your fucking self.

Ragazza - lass

Bravo, sei stato bravissimo. Penso di essermi innamorato di più di te, caro - Bravo, you did amazing. I think I fell more in love with you, dear

With a sigh, you browse your closet for something to change into while going out with Flavio to the mall per his earlier, almost pleading, text. You chuckle thinking about how much begging he probably would've done if you didn't agree after a bit. You quickly change from your pajamas by grabbing a simple black tank top with a small butterfly design, black jeans with a chain, and a pair of Converse and adding a choker and some rings to complete your look before grabbing your bag and keys, and setting out to meet Flavio at the nearby mall. Since it was a nice day out and your meeting place wasn't all that far from where you lived, you decided to just walk over and enjoy the day.

While you were getting ready and walking there, Flavio decided it would be a good idea to make Luciano tag along so he could get out of the house. Luciano wasn't taking too kindly to practically being drug outside when he planned to just have a relaxing day at home. "Giuro che se non mi lasci andare ti pugnalerò." Luciano said through clenched teeth, trying to get out of his brother's grip. "Aww non è divertente! Avanti, dov'è il tuo lato divertente? Inoltre, non vorremmo che la Bella aspettasse a lungo, vero?" Flavio glanced over at his brother, grinning as he knew that Luciano couldn't say no to (Y/N) despite not ever planning on admitting it. Admittedly, Luciano didn't truly give a flying fuck about you at first but after being best friends with his brother for so long, he grew more fond of you over time and came to befriend you as well. After a bit of contemplation, Luciano just sighed and gave in. "Bene. Andiamo." Flaviolet out a small, happy squeal as he dragged Luciano to the car and shoved him in before slipping into the driver's side. "Oh Dio, moriremo..."

Not long after you arrived in the food court, you received a text from Flavio. 'Hey (nickname)! Just got here, where are you hiding away??!' You giggle quietly as you send a reply, telling him about where you are in the food court, keeping an eye out for where your fabulous blonde friend is, still unaware of the fact there would be another to join you. Within a couple of short minutes, you hear an Italian voice shouting. "Ciao Bella!~" You look in the direction of the voice and break into a large small, jogging through the crowd towards your friend. "Hey, Flavio! Great timing, per usual! Hm? You didn't say Luciano would be joining us, how'd you manage that? Hi Luciano, it's been a bit, how have ya been?" Flavio just chuckles, shaking his head. "A magician never reveals his secrets, Cara (nickname)~." Luciano rolls his eyes at his brother's comments, before giving you a small smile. "Ciao Bella, I've been fine. How about yourself?" A faint blush creeps its way onto your cheeks along with a shy smile. "Little stressed but overall okay. Ya know, I think that was the first you've called me beautiful just in casual attire. I um...T-Thank you..." Luciano smirks, giving you a small nod in acknowledgment.

The three of you wander through various different stores, no matter if someone doesn't like the store another would be there to keep their spirits up. Flavio and Luciano tried multiple times to convince you they should be able to buy you something you wanted, however, you felt guilty in accepting their offer so you always politely refused. Upon wandering the halls of stores, you slipped into Hot Topic and started browsing various sections. Once they realized you had slipped away somewhere and had found you again, you were looking through one of the dresses hanging up for your size and the price, which was a tad difficult with how high it was hung. The pair noticed this and made a quiet agreement before heading towards you. Luciano stepped up behind you and flipped through the tags easier and faster. Being that extra few inches really helped. However, not expecting the sudden appearance, you squeaked and whipped around quickly with a small blush from the close proximity. "U-Um... L-Luciano...? I feel like I suddenly missed something now. Where-Where did you suddenly come from? The shadows??" You question, a little flustered over the suddenness. He chuckles, smirking down at you as he carefully unhooks the hanger with the dress you were looking at. "Maybe~. But that's beside the point now. Like it or not, you're getting at least one gift from us, Bella ~." He coos the last bit, patting your head before going off to another part of the store, presumably to find something else.

After a while of walking around, the boys held to what Luciano said despite your attempts to persuade them from it. Aside from a couple of small items, everything was pretty much a surprise within the large bags being carried. "Oh! Bella (nickname)! You should come over once we finish up for a small, private fashion show!" Flavio smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked. "A fashion show? I mean, you know I'm always down to hang out with you guys but fashion shows aren't really my thing." "Oh trust me, this one will be. Well if there's nothing else here to go to, let's go get this started!" Flavio excitedly said, looking at the others for their input. Luciano and you agreed that heading home was fine and soon enough, the three were on the way back to the car to return to the Vargas home for this mysterious fashion show.

After arriving home, Flavio left you and Luciano to chat in the living room while he 'got things ready'. In reality, he rushed to one of the spare rooms and separated the clothing items into one area, the items you knew about into one bag and the various other miscellaneous items into another bag. Flavio walked back with both bags and a smile that could rival the Cheshire Cat's, handing the bag of surprise items to Luciano for after and setting the other bag down, he clapped his hands together. "Alright Cara (nickname), I want you to go to the guest room and that's where the show will start, just come out when you're ready!" You got up and started walking towards the room, stopping in the living room doorway upon fully realizing what he said. "Wait. I'm the one showcasing everything!?" Flavio nodded, waving his hands in a shooing motion. "SÌ! Ora vai!" With a sigh and a blush already threatening its way to your face, you quickly scurry to the room, knowing there was no point in changing his mind. Closing the door behind you, you make your way towards the various clothes on the bed, getting changed into the first outfit.

Around at least an hour had passed by the time you were finally on the last one, it was the one Luciano had grabbed for you at Hot Topic. You slipped into it and realized it was much shorter and lower cut than you initially thought. not having leggings to pair with it, you walked out with a blush. Flavio had been complimenting and making various comments about the perfect pairings as well, Luciano on the other hand had been practically silent with an ever-growing and deepening blush. Once you came out in this one, Flavio squealed over how adorable he thought you looked, begging for a spin to see how it looked overall. You shyly nodded, keeping your eyes everywhere except the brothers while you slowly turned around. The dress looked amazing on you, you just weren't used to the cut on it. From ear to ear, Luciano had turned completely red and was trying to hide it behind his hand. Flavio could easily tell how the two felt about each other so as a bit of encouragement, he nudged his brother with a shit-eating grin. "Well? Doesn't the Bella Ragazza look absolutely magnifica?~" Luciano nods quickly, keeping his face covered as he looks at (Y/N), not trusting what might come out if he did try to speak. With a sheepish smile and a dark blush, you quickly scurry back to the guest room to change back into your earlier attire. Once he was sure you couldn't hear him, he mumbled into his hand, still trying to recover. "Fanculo, è così dannatamente meravigliosa." After a pause, he shoots an all-too-knowing look at Flavio. "Stavi tramando tutto questo fin dall'inizio, vero, pezzo di merda?" "E se lo fossi?" Flavio chuckled, tilting his head in curiosity. Before Luciano could say or do anything, however, you were already stepping into the living room with a confused look at the sudden tension. "Did I miss something...?"

"Niente~ Now come sit and you can have the rest of your gifts!~" Flavio ushered you towards the couch, patting the spot between the two of them. With a nod, you walk over, sitting between the two of them, and noticing Luciano's blush was still fairly prominent. "Luciano, are you feeling alright? You're quite red..." Leaning a bit closer, you gently place your inner wrist on his forehead. "Mmm... No temperature, that's good." Luciano only blushed darker again, stumbling over his words some as he quickly handed you the bag. "I-I'm alright! Non preoccuparti per me. Qui!" You tilt your head a little at his sudden change of attitude but nod, taking the bag. "If you're sure. Thank you as well." You pull out a variety of different items; jewelry, anime merchandise, a couple of boxes of pocky, and a few new pins for your collection. You smiled so wide, your cheeks hurt by the need, bouncing a little in excitement and small squeals over practically every item. You lunged at Flavio in a bone-crushing hug first before doing the same to Luciano, both returning your hug. "You both are absolutely amazing! Too impossibly sweet for words and just incredibly wonderful!!~ I still feel guilty you guys spent money on me but I'm extremely grateful for you guys! I love you two so much." You teared up a bit at the end, overwhelmed by happiness and how much these two truly mean to you. They quickly hug you, gently wiping any tears threatening to spill. "Thank you (nickname), we're the truly grateful ones to have you in our lives~ I'm glad you enjoyed everything! Thank you for being you, care (Y/N)." Flavio smiles, petting your head. Luciano leaves a soft kiss on your forehead, rubbing your back. "Anything for you, principessa. You're the true blessing so seeing you happy is always worth it, no matter what." You smile shyly, blushing as you hold them close, whispering a small thank you.

After recovering from the joyous outburst and tears, Flavio heads to the kitchen to get started on supper. Staying with Luciano on the couch as you chat, you grab a box of pocky and open it. Placing one in your mouth, you tilt the box toward Luciano in an offering manner. He pauses before smirking and leaning closer, taking the other end in his mouth. 'Does he mean he wants to play the pocky game??' You think to yourself, a blush already forming as you take a hesitant bite, Luciano doing the same. After a bit of back and forth, it's finally your turn but that would also lead to kissing him. You finally take that last bite, planning on pulling away quickly after, Luciano bets you to that aspect, however, cupping your cheek and holding you close. It was soft but all the feelings were easily passed between the two. Slowly you broke apart, gently resting your foreheads against each other with loving smiles. "Ti amo~." "I love you too~." Flavio smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Took you guys long enough to finally admit it. Nice to officially have you as a sorella, (nickname)!" Luciano grabbed a knife from his jacket, casually throwing it so it'd land a few inches from Flavio. "Stupido fratello, non sai quando non interrompere?!" "No, non lo so. Arrivederci!" Flavio laughed, heading back to resume cooking. You giggle, placing a hand on his chest and kissing his cheek. "You're so cute. But, again, please do try not to murder him. I know we're both quite attached to the little shit that is known as Flavio." Luciano chuckles, resting his head on your shoulder. "Potrò essere carino ma tu sei assolutamente tutto, amore mio~."

~Translations - all done using google translate, many apologies if any are incorrect. Please feel free to correct me on any translations!~

Giuro che se non mi lasci andare ti pugnalerò. - I swear if you don't let go, I will stab you.

Aww non è divertente! Avanti, dov'è il tuo lato divertente? Inoltre, non vorremmo che la Bella aspettasse a lungo, vero? - Aww that's no fun! Come on, where's your fun side? Besides, we wouldn't want Beauty to wait long, would we?

Bene. Andiamo - Fine. Let's go

Oh Dio, moriremo... - Oh god, we're gonna die...

Ciao Bella - hello beautiful

Cara - dear

SÌ! Ora vai! - yes! Now go!

Bella Ragazza - beautiful girl

Magnifica - magnificent

Fanculo, è così dannatamente meravigliosa. - Fuck me, she's so damn gorgeous.

Stavi tramando tutto questo fin dall'inizio, vero, pezzo di merda? - You were plotting this from the beginning weren't you, you shithead?

E se lo fossi? - And if I was?

Niente - nothing

Non preoccuparti per me. Qui! - Don't worry about me. Here!

Principessa - princess

Ti amo - I love you

Sorella - sister

Stupido fratello, non sai quando non interrompere?! - Stupid brother, don't you know when to not interrupt?!

no, non lo so - no, I don't

Ciao - hello

Arrivederci - goodbye