Hetalia x Reader drabbles and fluff

Italy x reader ~ pasta

"Dammit you useless country, get your arse back here!" At this moment, you were running after your best friend Felicio or, more commonly know, Italy.

"But-a Y/N, Germany is-a mean and makes me do-a hard work!" He shouts back, presumably running towards the kitchen to get some of his much-loved pasta.

"Stupid Italian, how are you so fast?" You say to yourself, starting to slow down out of exhaustion.

Italy looks back to see where you are and, in seeing you collapse from your incredible unhealthy-ness, forgets to look in front of him.

(Can't do Germany's accent, sorry)
"I've got you now you Italian bastard!" Germany says, coming from around the corner and grabbing Italy by the shoulders. "You'd think seeing as you're the youngest here you'd actually be able to catch this stupid prat!"

"Sh-shut up!" You say, having trouble standing up. "I'm not that young!"

"Y/N, we are literally hundreds of years old."

"Oh-a no! Please-a Germany, have-a some mercy!" He cries. "Y/N? He's-a going to kill-a meeee!"

You look upon your childish best friend in the grasp of the threatening country and, although he looks strangely attractive like that, take pity. "Germany, hurt Italy any more than necessary and I will make sure our meals are cooked by England for the next 100 years! And Italy, if you just do your daily workout that Germany has ever so kindly put together, I'll cook us both some pasta tonight. Okay?"

The countries frown in displeasure and look away. "Fine." They say together.

"There we go! See, no need for violence Lud!" You turn around smirking.

(Time skip to le end of poor Italy's workout.)

"Y/N! I-a finished my-a workout! Can I have-a the pasta?" He shouts, running into the kitchen where you are just finishing up on your meal.

"Just finishing it now Feli, go sit down!"

(Yet another time skip because I am just a bad writer)

You and Italy sit on the sofa, having finished your meal.

"Wow Y/N, I didn't know you were so-a good at pasta!"

"Hehe thanks Feli, guess I learnt from the best!" You laugh. Turning to face your Italian friend, you see him looking at you with a weird look in his eyes. "A-are you okay there?" You ask.

"I'm-a fine bella..." Wait what? Why was he calling you bella? "You know, after eating all that pasta I'd bet you taste pretty good."

"Feli! What's gotten into y-" you get cut off by the Italian placing his lips on yours.

"I'm-a sorry bella, I've-a been wanting to-a tell you for a while that I-a...I really like-a you!" He says, turning around blushing.

"You know Feli...you look really cute when you blush!" You giggle.

"Hey, isn't the-a guy supposed to say-a that?"

"Because you're really the typical guy?"

"I-a could be!" He says.

"Nah, I like you way better when you're all shy and cute."

"You-a...like-a me?" He gasps.

"Yeah Feli, so we're together now right? Yup! Let's watch TV." You turn the TV on as he sits there stunned.

"Okay bella...I-a don't really know what-a just happened." He mumbles.

"Shush, Sherlock's on! Oh, by the way Feli...did I 'taste good'?" You giggle.

"I-a don't know bella, I-a guess I've gotta try again!" He blushes and brings your lips to him once again.