Romano x Reader: My Unavoidable Love

    Day 1:

    Before this damn journal goes any further, I am not in love with anyone. It’s only because my stupid fratello and tomato bastardo insisted that I start a journal. So here I am. Not that those idiots are going to read it but I hope they’re damn satisfied, because I sure ain’t.

    So as I was saying, I am not in love with anyone. I hate everyone, because they’re all stupid. There are just some people who I hate less than others. And no, this is not some kind of ‘tsundere’ Romano. I. Just. Hate. All. Of. My. Friends. Because. They. Are. IDIOTS.

    Got that? Good. Now, let me get on to why I was even here writing. I might not agree to a journal, but since I’m forced to write in this, might as well give this a try, eh? So, one of the people that I love hate considerably less, is (Y/N). She’s a good friend of mine, unlike the others, she actually has a brain cell or two. And unlike the others, I can tolerate her forever. She can be by my side and talk constantly, and I won’t get sick of her voice like I do with Antonio because if I hear him call me ‘Roma’ one more time…

    Strangely enough, I don’t get so pissed when (Y/N) calls me that. Or Lovi. I don’t mind either when she says it. There’s just something about her voice which actually makes a nickname sound decent.

    So yeah, later today, (Y/N)’s coming over. She’s going to come over again the day after tomorrow. It’s pretty common to happen. We live close by, we visit each other often. But I gotta admit, I’m pretty worried about when (Y/N) comes over. Hear that? The ‘oh, so damn, emotionless Romano’ is worried. And I’m worried because Feliciano and Antonio never leave her alone. They could make all the damn friends in the world but they decide to pick on my closest friend instead. What b*stards.

    So now, both fratello and tomato b*stard are flipping their sh*t because (Y/N)’s coming over. Fratello has so many ideas on how to decorate this place, it’s terrifying. He took out all the decorations we had and put it all over the damn place. I went to the bathroom yesterday and opened the toilet lid, to find a damn picture of jolly old Saint f*cking Nick wanting me to celebrate Christmas at 4 in the morning.

    Never again.

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    “Aw…is my little Roma going back to his little kid days where he wrote in a diary?”

    “This was-a your damn-a idea, don’t-a taunt me about it, bastardo!”

    I was in our reasonably large backyard, picking tomatoes for food and to make a tomato basket for (Y/N). It was tomato b*stard’s idea, but heck, I’ll take credit for it because I’ve always had that gift in mind for her. She likes tomatoes as well, thank God.

    “So what do you right in it, Roma?” Antonio asked me. “Feelings about, oh, I don’t know, any chica in particular?”

    “Pfft, why-a would I?”

    “Because,” he looked around the plant he was taking tomatoes from. He then grabbed a ripe red one, definitely one of the best tomatoes we picked today. It was so red! That means the tomato is damn good. If I had the choice, I probably would have kept it for myself, but at the same time, I want to give it to (Y/N) instead. The tomato b*stard then smirked at me and chucked the tomato at me. I caught it. There was no way in hell you waste a tomato in this damn family. “You look even redder than that tomato when you talk to (Y/N). Now I’ve spent enough of my time with France to know about love. You love (Y/N), sí?”

    “No! Again, why-a would I?”

    “Because she’s-a so pretty, ve~”

    Oh hell no. Not my fratello. Trust him to compliment (Y/N), he wouldn’t shut up about her, God dammit. If anything, he was probably (Y/N)’s number one fan or something. I would call him damn obsessed, more than any other girl! Out of all the girls he could become seriously attached to, he gets attached to the one I love can tolerate the most?!

    Feliciano just jumped out of the back house door and into the backyard with a new container to store tomatoes. Right when we reached the topic of (Y/N). I swear, if I said ‘(Y/N)’ on the other side of the world, fratello will find a way to come to me in two seconds. Why was he so obsessed with her?!

    “You really think so, Feli?” Antonio chuckled. “Do you like (Y/N) too?”

    “Sí! Is-a bella not-a the sweetest thing around?”

    “Aw…little Roma’s jealous,” Antonio snickered. I’m going to kill that b*stard one day! I’m not jealous at all! I’m just annoyed that my stupid brother who flirts with everyone, is better than me in every single God damn way, and everyone just loves so much…likes (Y/N) too. I don’t have any damn chance with her anymore! Damn fratello and his stupid, perfect ways.

    …so I may or may not be jealous…

    “No I’m not!” I shouted back at him, maybe a little bit too loud though.

    “You guys are in the backyard?!”

    I head (Y/N)’s voice call out to us from the front door. She must have come early. I snatched some extra tomatoes and put them in the basket before walking up to the front door. I can’t leave her waiting! I gotta be extra perfect for her, I need to open the door for her, give her the basket, everything!

Opening the door, I gave a slight grin. “Ciao, ragazza. How are you?”

    “I’m great, thanks, Lovi!” (Y/N) smiled brightly at me. I felt my cheeks heat up, but why? I should be able to control myself! I groaned inwardly at my lack of control before I held the basket of tomatoes in her direction. She laughed at my sudden action and accepted the tomatoes. “For me? Thank you Lovi! You’re so sweet!”

    “Huh? They weren’t for you, ragazza! They were-uh…extras! And we didn’t want to waste them.”

    “Extras?” (Y/N) instantly raised her eyebrows. “Your house contains two Italians and a ‘tomato bastardo’, there are no extra tomatoes in your house.”

    “…” I stayed silent. “So they-a might have been-a for you…”

    “So thank you for the tomatoes!” (Y/N) hugged me to say thank you. I hugged her back as I put my face in her hair. They were so soft and the perfect shade of (H/C). She even changed shampoo…

    …don’t ask how I know that.

    “Ah, hola chica! Nice to see you again!” Tomato b*stard shouted behind me with that damn smile of his. He instantly patted (Y/N)’s head. “You’re doing well, sí?”

    “Bella!!!” (Y/N)’s number one fan tackled her in a hug. I instantly tensed; couldn’t fratello just lay off (Y/N) for a bit and give me a chance to talk to her?! I took a deep breath and was about to say something but Antonio beat me to it.

    “Hey chica, you’ll come tomorrow as well, yes?”

    “Oh, do you want me to come over tomorrow as well?” (Y/N) asked. We visited once every few days, we all had our separate things to do. But apparently Antonio has something on his damn mind that includes her as well. And it had better not be a damn date.

    “Please!” Antonio urged. He seemed so desperate. (Y/N) laughed and nodded her head, stating that she’ll come tomorrow. And then he hugged her. Everyone wants to hug her! Not like I can complain, I want to hug her too. But they have too much of her attention.

    “Bella, I want to-a show you a flower I found-a in the backyard! It’s-a so pretty! It reminds me-a of you every time-a I look at-a it!” Feliciano said all too cheerfully as he took (Y/N)’s hand and just dragged her to the backyard, leaving tomato b*stard and I to just stand at the still-open front door. I stared in disbelief. Honestly?! Could anyone be anymore damn direct than that?!

    “Ha, ha, Feli is pretty fond of chica, isn’t he?” Antonio gave a small smile as he rubbed the back of his head nervously. I think he noticed the death glares I was sending at fratello, but in the end, I really couldn’t care less if he saw me send those dirty looks or not.

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    Day 2:

    I’M WORRIED. THAT’S IT. I’M OFFICIALLY WORRIED.

    Why? Because I think my damn brother, is going to confess to (Y/N)! I spent hardly any time with her yesterday, just being able to say something to her was a blessing because Feliciano just took her away from me for the entire day. And tomato b*stard did jack about it.

    I just woke up and I couldn’t be bothered to write in this journal yesterday, so, before I forget what happened last night. But I was just minding my own business, getting ready to sleep until I passed Antonio’s bedroom. The door was closed, but I could still hear what was going on, and I didn’t like what was happening.

    The two were just talking, and I was hating the topic. I could remember the conversation almost damn perfectly. How could I forget?!

    “…you shouldn’t let him know, Feli, he’s probably going to get annoyed at this. Even angry,” I heard tomato b*stard’s muffled voice in the bedroom. Since there was only us, I knew they were talking about me, and I was not appreciating it.

    “I-a know…but-a what about-a bella? (Y/N)? I can’t keep-a it a secret any-a longer!” I heard Feliciano’s voice. He has feelings for (Y/N). I knew it, instantly. I felt dread…everyone chooses my brother over me. He was the kinder one, the more generous one, the more affectionate one.

    The better one.

    “Then…well…(Y/N)’s coming tomorrow,” Antonio said. “If you can’t keep it a secret…tell her then, okay?”

    Now tomato b*stard is siding with my brother?! It was a losing battle, eh? I’m never given a break, am I? And I guess at the same time, I’m never going to win.

    I couldn’t sleep well, obviously. So instead, I thought of a plan to try and make sure (Y/N) doesn’t listen to Feliciano. Which meant…I was going to say that I like her. I’m going to have to confess if I ever want a chance. And there’s no way in heck I have the guts to confess! I’ve got my own brother against me, does it look like I have any chance? Of course not.

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    “You look-a damn cheerful, fratello,” I muttered as my ‘good morning’ to him. He got out of bed at the same time as me and I was well away why he was so happy. He’s always bubbly and having fun but this time, he was twice as more as energetic as before.

    “Ve, well you see, I’m-a going to-a tell bella something!” He said happily. One more damn smile from him and I’m going to be tempted to punch him in the face.

    “Ah, you two are up, hm?” Tomato b*stard walked in with plate of churros. He also had one more smile that I need to punch. “Have some breakfast.”

    As we sat by the main table on which we ate, I sat on the opposite side of the table where Feliciano is. Usually, we sat side by side but I’m not in a good mood today and I do not want to talk to him. Call me stubborn or childish but I’m busy conspiring on how to make sure Feliciano doesn’t confess to (Y/N).

    “Better eat quickly,” Tomato b*stard recommended. “(Y/N)’s coming over soon. Both of you slept rather late.”

    “Yeah, yeah,” I quickly waved a churro dismissively. He sighed and walked off, probably to do some tomato picking. He knew I wasn’t much of a talker when I’m in a bad mood. He’s tried to make me feel better but by now, he should know I’m not getting cheerful anytime soon. So instead he just walks off and waits for me to calm down or get the slightest bit happier.

    “You-a okay, fratello?” Feliciano asked me.

    “Tch, of-a course I am,” I muttered.

    “You-a seem to be-a in a worse mood-a today,” He pouted. “If-a something is-a wrong, just-a tell me, okay?”

    “Fine.”

    “Actually,” Tomato b*stard quickly entered the room again. “Have you been writing in your diary, Roma?”

    “Journal! It’s a damn journal!” I shot back at him. He laughed and had that stupid smile on his face. “Fine, journal. Have you been writing in it?”

    “Yeah, so-a what if I have-a?”

    “Nothing…” Antonio murmured as he walked away. I raised my eyebrows at him as he left and I stood up to clean the plate I dirtied. Fratello stood up and put his plate by the sink before leaving to go to his bedroom. Probably cleaning up even though his bedroom was already perfect.

    The door bell rang. I instantly ran to it and opened the door, making sure fratello and tomato b*stard don’t get to it before me. “Morning, (Y/N).”

    “Morning, Lovi!” Her (E/C) eyes lit up when she looked at me. I liked that. It made me feel like I’m truly appreciated. Like I’m wanted by someone. And her eyes were already so pretty, swimming with emotions. To see them light up…they seemed even more beautiful. If that was even possible.

    “Hey…do you know where Feli is?” (Y/N) looked around with an inquisitive look.

    “Uh, why-a do you want to-a see fratello?”

    “He texted me, saying that he wanted to tell me something. I think it’s pretty important. He sent it in all caps.”

    It was then, almost on cue, Feliciano bounced by the front door. His eyes lit up at seeing (Y/N), just like hers lit up at seeing me. Of course he has a crush on her. She’s damn perfect. She ticks all the boxes that I want for an ideal girl, and then ticks all the boxes that I haven’t even considered. What made it hard was that she ticked all the boxes that other guys had too…including my own brother’s.

    “You need to tell me something?” (Y/N) asked Feliciano with an expression of curiosity.

    “Ah, sí! Come with-a me, bella!” Feliciano took her hand and they ran off to the backyard where the tomatoes were. Not the most secretive place and I instantly followed them after they left the room. He was obviously going to say it quietly, and without anyone around, so I’m going to have to sneak around a bit to hear them.

    But then all of a sudden, Antonio grabbed my arm and looked at me with a smirk. “Where are you going, Lovi?”

    “I’m-a just walking around, got a problem with-a that, tomato b*stard?!”

    “No, but I want to ask you something,” He laughed. He then held up a book that was all too familiar to me…

    My damn journal.

    “You like chica a lot…” He mused as he flipped through the pages. “Everything about her…you appreciate her so much…you love her more than your tomatoes! Lovi, when are you going to tell her about this?!”

    “I’m-a not going to-a tell her…” I muttered. “I’m already too late.”

    “Eh?!” He closed the book and held onto my shoulders. “Roma, don’t be like that! You’ve got a chance with her! She always blushes around you and everything, I’m sure she feels the same way!”

    “But Feliciano-”

    “Lovino.”

    I frowned and turned to see Feliciano and (Y/N). She always used a nickname, why suddenly use my full name? I instantly paled as she looked at me with a mix of emotions, I couldn’t place any of them. Did she hear the conversation tomato b*stard and I had?! Oh God…

    “Feli...told me something…” (Y/N) murmured. That must have been a cue or something because fratello instantly grabbed Antonio’s arm and they walked out of the room. She looked at me and bit her lip nervously. She looks too damn adorable for her own good.

    “He told me that you love me,” she continued. “Is it true?”

    My heart thumped erratically. Oh God…what do I tell her? Wait…Feliciano didn’t actually have a crush on her? After all this time, he was trying to help me? He told her that I wanted to be with her?

    I guess my fratello is too nice for his own good.

    “S-Sí…ti a-amo,” I stuttered.

    “I love you too.”

    She instantly smiled at me and hugged me tightly. Looking at me, she pecked my lips quickly and nervously. I wrapped my arms around her waist in reply and sighed happily, I’m on cloud nine, suckers. The eyes that looked at me with such innocence…I could stare in them all day. I would feel even better if that kiss she gave me lasted longer…

    Putting a hand on the back of her neck, I pressed my lips against her own. It honestly felt amazing. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me back with passion. Taking it as a challenge, I kissed back with twice the passion she could ever muster. It’s not just the French that are good with their romance.

    Eventually, we pulled away, only to see Feliciano cheering and Antonio instantly tackle me in a hug, almost in tears as he was talking about how I was growing up too quickly. He then tackled (Y/N) in a hug.

    “I’m so happy, chica! Roma’s a good man!” He laughed at her. “Gotta admit though, you have the weirdest taste in men…”

    “What-a was that, tomato bastardo?!”