Roman Runaway

(Romano x Reader)

   

Contest entry!

Song(s) to listen to, ‘Opus 33’ from Dustin O’ Halloran to get the full feeling of this story.

 

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 “FIND HER! WHERE DID SHE GO?!” I could feel my heart beat from within my chest as I ran towards freedom.

 

“A-almost there!” I called out airily as I proceeded to make it towards the large sign of the hotel we were staying at.

 

“I THINK I’VE FOUND HER! CORNER HER BOYS!” I looked behind me to see a large group of guards, at least ten of them.

 

Protect me my ass, these fools just wanted their pay.

 

“GAH!” I felt my body suddenly collide with the cold, icy, ground. I crawled my way over to a leafless bush, hoping to hide my body from the guards.

 

“Find her, I think she went this way.” I heard two guards converse before running in an opposite direction back towards the ‘hotel.’

 

My personal prison for the past 2 weeks.

 

I was tired, angry, and just wanted time to explore before heading back home to the horde (insert country).

 

I blew some breath from my face and sat still for a few more seconds before crawling back out, deeming it as safe enough. I gripped my ankle long dress with my dirt covered hands.

 

“GAhhh.” I shouted slightly before tripping onto the hard rocks.

 

“Dammit…..ow ow ow ow…” I cried out silently.

 

I was beginning to get fed up with this damned dress, it’s going to cause lots of problems later….although it’s keeping my lower body warm from the boosterish winter winds.

 

“Fuck it.” I said, as my voice melted into the oncoming blizzard, I’d need shelter soon.

 

I gripped the lower ends of the dress and ripped the clothe just above my knees in a huff.

 

Scritchhhhh         

 

The clothe made an irritable noise but not loud enough to catch the guards attention. I’d finally allowed myself to stand up completely and before I could make another sound I’d taken off again, this time making it out into the silent streets of Northern Rome, Italy.

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I’d been running for maybe forty minutes now and I had no intention of stopping but my body did. I was a pampered poodle for Christ’s sake, I was not one for intense outdoor exercise, that obviously means in the winter time as well.

 

Being the lazy and tired lard I was I slowed down to a jog and then to a slow paced walk. If you could even call it that.

 

“This should be ok…no one’s around anyways.” I said to myself as I sat down on a snow covered bench. I’d freeze my ass off if I stayed here too long but I think I can take it.

 

I pulled my backpack from my back and sat it in my shivering lap. It seemed that the heat from my run was beginning to run out. Of all times… I opened the small bag and pulled out a hat, gloves, a scarf, and finally a large blanket.

 

“Well, I suppose this’ll do me good….Wait….WAIT! WHERE ARE MY SHOES!” I screamed and began to panic, throwing my other belongings to the floor and ripped through the bag in fright.

 

All I had were my ballroom shoes from earlier today..

 

No no no no no no no no no!

 

My poor feet were going to suffer! I could feel my eyes well up.

 

“Don’t cry, don’t cry! You asked for this…. think logically.” I took in deep breathes before pulling my legs to my chest and leaning into my still folded scarf.

 

“I think this may work out….I just have to think logically…” I decided to get off of the bench once more and wipe all of the snow from it leaving its wet, brown, wood bare. Then I unraveled my scarf and wrapped that around my delicate neck, I grabbed my hat and gloves to put on my body to try and hold in my heat. Finally, I snatched the fallen blanket and wrapped it around my trembling form.

 

I breathed out slowly, able to see my warm breath in front of me.

 

Just how cold was it? It had just recently started snowing profusely this morning yet the entire ground was blanketed in the icy fluff.

 

Damn my luck…. Seriously, the one day my father decides to head to Florence the weather decides to have a period.

 

“Ugh~” I sighed silently as my body shuddered yet again. How was I suppose to get any sleep like this? Quivering every five seconds?

 

“I’ll just have to close my eyes….take slow breaths….and…..zzzzzzzzz” I said to myself already feeling my self be lulled to sleep when another large gust of wind flew right through my form like a ghost, freezing me solid.

 

GOD DAMMIT!

 

I CURSE YOU TO THE HEAVENS!

 

I shouted in my head, I could not move, I was still frozen solid.

 

Gah….what now?….That destroyed any chances of me falling to sleep.

 

“…….” What was that? It sounded like….My MP3!

 

I cheered inwardly and yanked it from my bra! Thank goodness I decided to be smart today and remember this thing…..but I forgot my cellphone…ahhaha I’m such an air ballon, I’d need to get that out of my head If I wanted to stay hidden for very long.

 

I plugged my ears with my headphones and moved the (f/genre of music) and threw in some classics for good measures.

 

“This should help me ignore my problems and just let me get at least an hour of sleep before I start moving again.” I yawned, warped myself up tighter and fell into a deep sleep.

 

So much for the best Christmas eve ever….

 

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Christmas Day

Romano pov

 

“Good damn job making me work on Christmas day! Who the hell does that!? What is this country coming to? Seriously!” I growled as I straightened my work tie and grabbed my trench coat.

 

I checked my quant apartment once, then twice viewing over what I’d have to do later. The old man wanted everyone to come over and have la cena di Natale or whatever, it sounded great and all but I didn’t have my gifts wrapped and lacked a partner.

 

….Stupid expectations and lies.

 

“I really shouldn’t have made all that stuff up….” I whined a little before face palming. I suppose a little under time could go unnoticed by Francis, but nothing went through that cheese fucker.

 

I sighed and turned to leave, locking my doors many locks, you can never have too many locks, and walked down my silent hallway.

 

Makes since, I mean it was just before dawn on giorno di Natale.

 

That’s one thing I always hated about this type of job, no matter what time of the year it was, no matter the weather, no matter what problems you were having; you were always expected to show up on time or else you’d get the pink slip.

 

“Damn weather, damn time of day, I mean it’s four in the morning! FOUR IN THE FUCKING MORNING!” I know it’s wrong to scream like this so early in the day, but I was pissed.

 

So that meant that everyone else had to be pissed.

 

If I can’t be happy then no one else is allowed to be happy.

 

Fuck holiday cheer and happiness; makes no difference to me.

 

I walked down the small hidden stairway towards the open sidewalk, slamming the metal back door behind me.

 

It was silent. You know, that silence that you can hear?

 

Yeah, that kind of silence.

 

Really fucking eerily silent….I ignored it though, and continued down the street covered in a flurry of gray slush and sleet.

 

I guess I wasn’t the only one who had to get up early today. I chuckled slightly letting a small smile grace itself against my olive face.

 

I clamped my hands together and pulled them up to my face letting the heat from my mouth warm up my gloveless hands.

 

So that’s what I forgot…..gloves…damn it.

 

I frowned my usual frown and glared out to the people that were coming closer. I could make out the blonde wine fuckers pale face, along with his competitor in arrogance, a dessert murderer.

 

I walked up to them, already feeling the irritation flow out of my skin as they argued over something childish.

 

“Ciao.” I called out hostility as it seeped from my teeth like venom; I earned no reply though.

 

“Ciao?” I called out, less hostilely though. Still, no response.

 

“EH! CAGNA UNO E DUE CAGNA!” I howled out, gaining flinches from early bird civilians whom spoke fluent Italian.

 

“Oh dios mio e il Natale troppo?” I tched loudly before sending a shuddering glare in their direction causing their words to cease.

 

I chuckled coldly before turning my attention to the frightened men beside me.

 

“Now that I have you attention,” I said with false kindness, eyes closed. “Where in the fuck is my job located today?” I opened my odd variation of eyes to glower intimidatingly.

 

“A-ah! Bonjour Romano-“

 

“Vargas or Lovino to fools like you, I don’t like you and you’re not famiglia.” I heard the Frenchmen gulp, bright ocean eyes in deep fear.

 

“Bein, Lovino, uh, Bueone Natala! Your location for today is near, it is in the park about a block from here.” I sighed before nodding.

 

“Good to hear. Also, your Italiano is horrible, please just stick to French or English, don’t ruin la mia lingua.” Without even looking back to see what he had to say I took off in the direction of the park near here.

 

“This better be easy, I’m freezing my fucking ass off in this weather.” I growled out softly, already feeling my body go numb.

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Finally making it into the parks welcoming gates, I entered the untouched arena of frozen fluff.

 

“Now… to find something interesting.” I said thoughtfully, seeing that no one was in site I could quit my tough act and be myself.

 

I grabbed a few balls of snow before smashing them together into one large sphere. Putting it to my mouth I took a large bite and let the water run into my dry mouth, smiling.

 

Ah, I needed that, now, to get to work.” I said, before venturing off further into the large park before pulling out my camera.

 

“….A spot that could possibly hit the papers this time.” I wished to myself silently so that I don’t frighten off any potential pictures.

 

I’d been walking around stealthily for about twenty minutes now in below ten degree weather…..ugh….fuck my life! I almost wanted to take a picture of one of the clone trees and call it a day but something was telling me to just keep walking…..just a little bit more….

 

I walked a little more into the desolate wonderland before seeing something that I was never expecting…..

 

It was an angel…. an angel in the snow.

 

Dowsed in the light falls of the day, surrounded by the untouched clean alabaster sheet. Her (h/c) left to shine out above the white, her colorful blanket and dress clashed with her bland surroundings.

 

But to top it all off was her facial features.

 

The look on her face showed pure serenity and bliss, as if she had no care in the world, no creases were present and no signs of her ever awaking were shown. Even if it was an allusion or a façade….she showed no care in the world. Only one thing came to my mind once I’d seen this. I had to take a picture, just one, perfect, picture to incase her eternal beauty.

 

I had to.

 

I pulled my face down to the camera’s thin lens, matching my eye before zooming in slightly. She looked so close that it felt like I could touch her but if I were to she would vanish with the wind or be demoted into nothingness.

 

And without a second thought I took a picture, the light flashed slightly and a click went off. I’d captured her utter beauty in a fraction of a second.

 

The perfect photograph.

 

I put my camera back into my bag and shook my head. What the hell was that about? I felt my cheeks warm up as I thought over what I had just said about the random ragazza….what the fuck was I of all people saying? Admiring beauty in that sexual way made me sound like that cheese fucker, Francis.

 

I was about to back away and leave the women where she lay until I heard a cough and then a sneeze.

 

So she wasn’t just an illusion? She was real.

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I don’t really know why I did this but I did it. I’d decided to pick this random  barbona donna off of the street just because of how unreal she seemed. She gave me these weird feelings in my stomach….like I was about to puke or I had eaten to much pizza. (impossible!)

 

I sighed and looked back at the alluring women in awe, thinking over my next move when suddenly she began to have another sneezing fit.

 

“Gah…..the things you do for pretty women..” I chuckled before wiping her nose for the third time since we’d gotten back to my place. Who would’ve guessed that I’d bring back a woman?

 

Not me.

 

After helping her out I went over to the low quality thermostat and turned it up a couple degrees higher; this is what she gets for falling asleep outside in blizzard weather.

 

“Stupida ragazza.” I sighed before opening up my laptop and connecting my camera to it so that I could upload the picture and clean up anything before sending it to the cheese fucker and the dessert murderer.

 

I watched as the screen suddenly breathed out magnificence as the blown up picture took over all corners.

 

“There is noting to clean up this time.” I was in awe yet again, this was the fourth time in a row that this woman, that I’d just met, pried my mouth open and sped my heart beat up to a thousand miles per hour.

 

Yet….I’ve never even spoken to her.

 

I sighed once more while setting up my e-mail to my boss, attaching the photo as I did so.

 

“And…..send” I pressed the button and let the heavy weight of work slide down my sore shoulders. Maybe now I can get a little rest? I yawned loudly.

 

BEEP!

 

“Already..?” I asked slightly confused, he must have really enjoyed the picture.

 

I opened my computer back up to read his response, probably praising my findings.

 

‘Lovino, I’m coming over in ten, I need to tell you something. Its very important.’ I read allowed, he must want to praise me in person.

 

That’s cool.

 

‘Sure bastard.’ I replied back before pressing send.

 

I nodded at the girl on my couch before nodding to the image online; he’d shit his pants once he sees this work of art.

 

I was about to get up and run to my bedroom, again, mind you, when I tripped over presents covered in half-assed wrapping paper.

 

“Fuck that, I’ve got more work to do….ugh the day and the life; of a middle class twenty-two year old on Christmas day.”

 

I picked up a few small presents and tried remembering how Feliciano showed me how to do it perfectly like he’d done last year. Of course he knew how to do it perfectly, he was Feliciano Vargas.

 

Do you hear my sarcasm?

 

I hope so, because fuck him. That’s why.

 

After about forty tries I’d finally given up with a loud grunt and the loud clang of metal scissors against concrete. I crawled my sorry ass over with a growl and picked them up haphazardly.

 

“Baghds…..where am I?” I heard a very not my voice suddenly call out drearily.

 

Shit!

 

“Hello? Is anyone here? Where am I?” She called out yet again before twisting her head in my direction.

 

She took in a deep breath before screaming loudly.

 

What the hell have I gotten my self into!?

 

Just seconds before seeing Romano

Reader pov

 

“Baghds…..where am I?” I asked to myself as I fluttered my (crusty) (e/c) eyes open in panic. All I knew was that I was not at the park anymore, but in a warm, settle apartment.

 

“Hello? Is anyone here? Where am I?” I called out yet again before deciding to swerve my head to my side only to meet faced to face with the most handsome men that I have ever seen.

 

He had coffee colored hair with slight blends of chocolate here and there, he looked very lean with a slight muscular tone to him, his face was a light tone of olive with a heart shaped but softly defined jawline giving him a romanticized look. But what really tied him all together was the endless shamrock green eyes that were slightly bathed in what looked like slight dark goldenrod. I felt like I could get lost in them…forever.

 

I never really did believe in love at first sight but this…..this was defiantly love at first sight……I had fallen hard for this raw Italian hunk of a man.

 

I was about to introduce myself when I noticed the scissors in his hands pointed aggressively at me.

 

I screamed.

 

He gave me a quick look before jumping to his knees and covering my mouth with his free hand.

 

“L-look! Please stop screaming! I’m not going to hurt you ragazza!” I could feel my heart rate speed up immensely with suddenly becoming physical.

 

I continued to scream, but then calmed down when I heard a loud bang at the door, I assumed it to be help.

 

“Oh shit!” he whispered, hot breath tickling my nose. It smelt like pasta sauce.

 

“LOVINO! OPEN UP QUICKLY!” I heard what I thought was a French accent muffle through the wooden door in panic.

 

“Francis? Hang on!” ‘Lovino’ shouted back to the man behind the door. I wonder what he was so frantic about?

 

‘Lovino’ let me go before apologizing in what I suspected was Italian before walking over to the door and unlocking it.

 

“Lovino! That picture you sent me!? Where is that girl right now? I she still at the park?” The Frenchman asked slightly flustered.

 

“No bastard, she’s right here, and quit yelling you’re scaring her.” ‘Lovino’ retorted hatefully.

 

Well then.

 

“QUE!? YOU BROUGHT HER HERE?” He questioned, still, frantic as ever.

 

“Si….and?” The Italian still seemed un affected.

 

The Frenchman walked over to me and grabbed my arm harshly; I tried squirming but his hand only tightened.

 

“THIS,” he pointed to me. “Is the grand duke of (country)’s daughter, (f/n)! She’d come to Italy on a family vacation and has been missing since yesterday night! HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THIS!? THE CITY HAS BEEN PLACED ON LOCK DOWN UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!” The French guy had lost it and I had started to freak out as well.

 

Father probably already knew! No!

 

“Let go of me you bastard!” I shouted before kicking him where the sun don’t shine. He’d fallen back onto the couch in sudden pain.

 

I looked over to Lovino in haste before trying to dart out the door in a flurry when Lovino rushed over, faster then me, and locked the door shut.

 

“That’s not a good idea ragazza.” He said softly before looking into my eyes mysteriously.

 

“And why is that? If I stay here you freaks will try and take me back to my dad for prize money!” I shouted, going into hysterics. I couldn’t go back, I could never go back to being a glass doll in a viewing case.

 

“I’d never do that if you really didn’t want to (f/n).” I blushed slightly at the way my name rolled off his tongue, although, this was definitely not the time to act like a schoolgirl.

 

“Seriously?” I asked, still not fully trusting him, but then again, he’d saved me from becoming a human popsicle.

 

“Gravemente.” He gave me a small smile before nodding in agreement.

 

“Alright then. You’ve gained my trust, break it and you lose all of my trust, got it?” I asked in a stern tone.

 

Lovino chuckled and I blushed scarlet again, he had a very handsome laugh.

 

“Whatever ragazza, whatever.” I was about to join in but then I felt eyes on my side. Turning in wonder I saw the Frenchman from before watching our encounter with great interest.

 

“Intéressant. How is it that you are able to get along with grouchy-grouch over there but not me?” He asked, still in thought as he did so, I scoffed.

 

“Because he didn’t try and kidnap me!” The Frenchman nodded in understanding before rising up and bowing.

 

“I apologize mademoiselle, I did not mean to harm you in any way, please, accept my forgiveness.” He grabbed my hand and kissed it gently.

 

I felt my hand be pulled away.

 

“No. Stay away from her cheese fucker.” I looked over to Lovino’s red face in pure amusement.

 

He was the jealous type eh? Didn’t like to be ignored? I like that.

 

“Sure, sure, this beauty is yours. By the way, you looked simply fabulous in the photo Lovino sent me. I suppose you can keep her hidden for now, oui Lovino? Au revoir. ” I blushed at his statements as he left.

 

“Wait…what the hell do you mean picture? Are you a rapist? A pornographer!? AGH! A HUMAN TRAFFICER!” I was horrified!? He took pictures of me!?

“Che cazzo!? Hell no! I’m a photographer, pho-to-graph-er.” He held his hands up in defense as I let a breath of air out of my lungs.

 

“Ok then.” I watched as his face went from horrified, to calm, to horrified again in mere seconds.

 

“Shit.”

 

“What?”

 

“SHIT!” I covered my ears as he shouted shit once again, what the hell was wrong with him? Was he bi-polar?

 

“What is it Lovino?” I asked, seriously confused. One second he’s freaking out, another second he’s happy, then he’s back to freaking out again.

 

“The dinner party is in two hours and I’m not dressed, the presents aren’t rapped, I don’t have a date. What the fuck am I suppose to do!” He pulled his hair back roughly before walking in desperate circles.

 

“Uh…” I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down when a bright idea came into my head.

 

“I can help with all of that.” His multi colored eyes stared back to mine in confusion.

 

“How is that?” Did he really have to ask?

 

“I’ll be your date, I’m a great gift rapper, plus, I love food.” I added the last part for good fun but he seemed to take it very seriously.

 

“Can you cook?” He asked suddenly, face in deep, serious, creases. I was taken off guard but I nodded.

 

“Good. Lets go, we don’t have much time.” I nodded again before running over to the gifts.

 

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Two hours into the future

 

“I think we’ve done it.” I smiled down at our handy work. I’d completely rapped all of the Christmas presents in happy tomato wrapping paper and even gotten myself dressed up real nice. I guess Romano had a few other girls in his life that had lived with him at some point? Because I sat here in a gorgeous mocha peplum dress, in black closed heels while Romano on the other hand had a matching outfit with a chocolate dress shirt and black slacks with dress shoes.

 

We were a pair.

 

“Is this everything Lovino?” I asked as I lifted a few of the wrapped presents in my arms.

 

I could feel Lovino’s eyes on my back.

 

“S-si! Eh, please, call me Romano.” I could hear his voice falter slightly in response.

 

“Ok, Romano.” I liked that name; it fit his personality more then Lovino.

 

I grabbed the large red sack. Romano insisted on using it to carry the presents because he wanted to out do his younger brother this year, what ever that means. I obliged his request and we were finally out the door to his families Rome home.

 

I followed right behind the crabby man as fast as I could through the snow with my low heels. We’d finally made it to his buildings parking lot when Lovino unlocked his car, a tiny black fiat. How comical. He opened my door for me and helped me place the bag into the back seat when finally; we took off onto the road. Much of the snow had been cleared up making it much easier to glide against the ancient bricking.

I never really had gotten the chance to really enjoy Rome because of my father….but it was a very beautiful city, full of ancient remnants as well as new feats. I think I love it here and it would be a dream come true if I could stay here and never return home…..that would be a real dream come tr-

 

“You look nice.” I was stopped in mid thought when I heard the voice of my driver over on my left.

 

I blushed crimson.

 

“G-gracia, you look very handsome as well.” I stuttered out like a buffoon when I heard a deep rumble from my side.

 

“You have terrible pronunciation, its grazi-e, not graci-a, but nice try.” I felt my entire body warm up in complete and utter embarrassment.

 

I’d heard so many people say gracie yet when I say it in front of a very sexy Italian man I screw it up…UGH!

 

God just kill me now!

“I think It’s cute how you tried it though.” Once again, my body heat went up a billion percent.

 

“T-t-thanks!” My voice cracked. I’ve decided that not only will I stay silent in this car, but I will also stay silent at this dinner party.

 

No. Fuck ups.

 

Hell no.

 

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“Mio dio Roma! Lei é cosi carino! She’s so cute! You finally picking up some of your nonno’s charm, eh!” That was the sixth person in the same hour to call me cute or sexy or beautiful. Ugh…. how. Much. More? Half of the stuff that they’re saying I couldn’t even understand!

 

“Si, novo… lasciala stare, si sta andando a rovinare le mie possibilità.” The older Italian nodded before putting his hands up in defense at what ever Romano had said to him.

 

“Ok, ok, I wont bother her.  Just be sure to give me pronipoti that look like her; and soon!” I blushed and turned away from the perverted man as Romano bonked him on the head.

“What did I say geezer, shut it!” Everyone around us chuckled in response to the twos silly arguing.

 

“What? I’m telling the truth aren’t I?” Romano bonked him again.

 

“Come on (f/n), let’s get the gifts and go. It’s late and he’s still not here so I might have a chance.” I nodded before being grabbed softly by the wrist.

 

“Wait! I’m here! Sorry for being so late, I had car problems!” I looked to my side to see a man that looked nearly identical to Romano; he only had molten gold eyes with more of a red color for hair.

 

Was this his brother?

 

“Ciao pretty lady! Who might you be?” Was he calling me pretty? His molten eyes stared directly into my own (e/c) ones. He was. He was so cute, how could Romano feel so strongly about him? I suppose he might just have a brother complex or something?

 

“Ciao.” I replied back, I hope my Italian was up to par this time or Romano would laugh at me again.

 

“That was near perfect! Gosh you’re so cute, I wanna just take you home and eat you like I would my pasta, but I wouldn’t really eat you, I was just saying that because you looked so cute and all…blah blah..” He really was something else, but not to be rude I smiled and nodded at his frantic wording.

 

“Shut the hell up Feli, you’re being annoying again!” I looked back over to the long forgotten Romano whom looked like he was about to blow fire at his brother with his eyes.

 

“Sorry…I forgot….” I patted the teary eyed Feliciano with minor affection, I didn’t want lover boy to get too upset.

 

“Whatever, just get your presents out and we’ll be on our way.” I nodded agreeing with Romano.

 

“Oki doki! Here you go!” I watched as he pulled presents from his pants….wut…

 

“What the actual fuck Romano?” I whispered trying not to hurt the other Italians feelings in the process.

 

“Don’t ask.” I just nodded and watched as everyone else opened their small gifts.

 

“Mi dispiace bella, I had no idea that you were coming, but next year!” I just smiled and thanked him for considering me, it felt nice to be thought of for once.

 

“Ok, what the hell is this?” Romano, of course it was him, asked loudly and somewhat rudely earning slight glares from other members of the Vargas home.

 

“Ah! These are tickets to next years reunion! I thought I’d pick this years vacation spot in Fiji!” Feliciano exclaimed earning silence and then utter madness.

 

“WAH! COSA? SEI INCREDIBILE BEST NIPOTE MAI!” I watched as Romulus, the twins’ grandfather, did a jig before cheering in more rapid Italian. Whatever he had sad really messed with Romano’s self esteem…I hope it wasn’t something harsh.

 

“Ok Romano, it’s your turn.” I gave him a light pat on the shoulder before hugging him tightly to give him comfort. It worked.

 

Romano soon went over to our large sack of gifts and walked back over to the center of the room.

 

“Va bene. I know this is no where near as amazing as Feli’s but I gave it my best shot.” Without another word he’d ripped open the sack and began to fling boxes out in every direction. Once everything had calmed down people tore open their gifts.

 

“I decided to give everyone what they’d whined about wanting the most, for example, Nonno, you asked for socks because your other ones had rips in them. And Feliciano, you asked for a new brush that let you comb through your hair without hitting the curl,” Feli’s face went red. “These gifts are what I heard from all of you over the past year and decided to buy them for you since I’m so tight on money right now. I hope you understand and Buon Natale.” Everyone was silent for a moment before clapping for the humble Italian.

 

“Grazie mi nipote, I love these socks, I will cherish them forever.” Romulus said simply before putting them on his feet.

 

“Me too fratello! I love this brush! It’s even white, my favorite color! GRAZIE!” Feliciano suddenly flung his arms around his older sibling in bliss.

 

“You all really like your gifts….I’m glad.” Romano was in pure shock over what he was hearing, he was being hugged and thanked for cheap but thoughtful gifts.

 

“You did a good thing Romano, I told you they would like your gifts either way.” I chuckled at his embarrassed face, he looked like a fresh tomato.

 

“I did didn’t I?” I nodded before kissing him softly on the cheek ….

 

I’m so fucking bold man.

 

So bold.

 

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A few hours later

Reader-pov

 

“It was nice meeting you all! I hope to see you soon!” I yelled out from inside the small Fiat in happiness. The party was a success after Romano stopped being a jerk. I chuckled to myself, Romano is and will always be a jerk, but he’ll be a teddy bear jerk.

 

Romano had just pulled off and began his way home when he passed by the quant apartment.

 

“Romano? You passed the housing-“

 

“I know.” He smirked a little before speeding up, driving onto the highway.

 

“Where are we going?” I asked, slightly confused by his eccentric behavior.

 

“Away.” He said simply, I gave him a look. What did he mean by away?

“What do you mean?”

“Lets runaway, together this time.” I gave him an ‘are you serious’ kind of look, and in return I earned a ‘fuck yeah.’

 

“Sure, sounds exciting, as long as my jerk of a teddy bear is there.” Oops! I let that slip out, he looked at me weird.

 

“What the fuck does that mea-.’

“Just shut up and drive.” I pushed his head back over to the road.

 

“Well fuck you too, (f/n).” I couldn’t help but laugh at his use of curse words at the most perfect of times. I really had fallen for him. My Happily ever after was coming true, just like in the fairy tails. I just hoped my feelings were returned, but either way I would love Romano Vargas, today, tomorrow, and forevermore.

 

End