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Romano x Reader: He didn’t mean that!

READ ME: I really wanted to do a Romano fanfic, but I hate writting bad words and such so every bad word here will be censored by '*' except for the itlain cuss words. If you want to find out the meaning of the italian cuss word, read the description box below. Enjoy! =^.^=

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   Before you and Romano were a thing, you absolutely loved celebrating each and every holiday by going out, except Christmas and Thanksgiving; you usually spent those days with your family. For some reason Independence day was a big deal to your close friend; Alfred, who could never find another person to celebrate the day with, so you always offered up to celebrate with him.  Either way you just loved celebrating, even Valentine’s Day; it didn’t bother you one bit that you were single.

Nowadays, you didn’t get a chance to celebrate anything due to your hot head of a boyfriend, Romano Vargas.


-Last year: Christmas Day-


“Please Romano?” You whined to him with big puppy eyes.

Romano scoffed “Why should I-a celebrate this d**** Holiday for!? I never get-a anything good from that Brutto figlio di puttana bastardo[1] Finland!”

It took a while to understand what Romano said in Italian, but once you did, all hell released itself inside of you. You grabbed Romano by the shoulders firmly and pushed him up against the living room wall harshly, making the Italian gasp in pain.

“Don’t you dare call Finland that again! He’s a very nice young man, Nicer than you!” You roared in defense of the young man; who has done nothing, but be a support in your life.

Romano shoved you away “If he’s so-a nice-a why don’t you go and-a date him!?” he retorted as he crossed his arms and looked away, nostrils flaring.

You narrowed your eyes at the Italian man and snorted.

“Maybe I will! At least he isn’t a stupid Italian man that does nothing, but argues and whines at the smallest things in life, complains about Antonio all the time, and never lets me have fun anymore during the holidays! ” You took a breath, Romano was now seething in rage as you continued.

“As a matter of fact, why did I ever want to date you, you’re the complete opposite of me! I’d have a better chance with Antonio or Feliciano than with you! You ignorant, self-fish, ungrateful, JERK!

Romano was now facing his back towards you, tapping his foot. He didn’t make a noise at all during your yelling, which surprised you, but that didn’t stop you from grabbing your coat and purse and storming out of his house, slamming the door behind you.

You looked around at Romano’s drive thru and realized that you didn’t bring your car because Romano picked you up. You cursed and kicked the floor, making a small pile of snow fly across the yard. Quickly you walked away from the Italian’s home, shivering in your (f/c) coat and scarf that didn’t provide too much warmth.

Taking a last look behind you, your eyes watered up in sadness and you let tears flow down your face as you continued making you way to your house.

You didn’t notice Romano standing by the living room window watching your figure disappear in the fog of snow. He looked away and sat on the couch, covering his face with his hands, letting hot tears roll down his cheeks.

“What did I f***** do…?”



-Present Day: Valentine’s Day-


“What is it now Romano?” You answered your cell phone in annoyance.

Ever since the dramatic fight between you and Romano last year, he hasn’t stopped calling you and pleading you for forgiveness.

“Please-a forgive me Ragazza! I’ll-a change, I promise!” His Italian accent pleaded you thru the phone.

‘Oh, he’s using that excuse again?’ you rolled you eyes. He says he’ll promise, he says he’ll change, but when the time came he never did. It was just an empty, pathetic promise coming from useless waste of air.

“No, do you not understand what that word means? Does it not go thru that thick head of yours!?” You snapped back in frustration.

There was a long silence that went in between you and Romano. You guessed that he was holding back his anger and not ruin his chance with you.

“Tell you-a what, Come over to my-a house today. If nothing works out-“

“It won’t Romano!” You cut him off.

Romano sighed “Ragazza, please, just-a last time…If you still don’t-a want to go back together I-I-I understand-a…” He hung up before you could respond.

His voice sounded so young, childlike and hinted with such sadness you’ve never heard before. Maybe this time he really was telling you the truth.

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You nervously tugged at your coat as you walked up to the patio of your ex- boyfriend’s house late afternoon. You were about to knock on the door, but stopped when you noticed a silver key taped right above the door knob. You took the key carefully and looked at it and then back at the door knob.

’Well…This is unusual of him to do…’

Cautiously you unlocked the front door and slowly let yourself in, only to be welcomed by complete darkness. You felt around the wall close to door to find a light switch, but failed to do so.

“R-Romano…?” Your voice shook in fear.

As the words left your mouth every light turned itself on, which made your eyes widen a little in surprise. What surprised you the most was that the foyer where you stood was breathtaking. Red, heart shaped balloons filled every bit of the ceiling, a cream white rug ran from the front door all the way towards the living room, on top of the rug, rose petals scattered the entire thing.

A couple of feet in front of you was a table right in the middle of the foyer, draped in a see through pink cloth with the words ‘LOVE’ on top of it. Clear, glass containers stood beside the L and E filled with heart shaped chocolates. And in between the O and V was a bouquet of red roses shaped in a heart.

As you got closer to the table you noticed one lone red rose lying in the front middle of the table, a red bow tied in the middle. You picked up the rose and read what the note said;

“I loved you yesterday, I love you still, I always have…I always will”

You noticed that the card wasn’t even store bought due to seeing the words a little sloppy and the decorations on it were placed crookedly. You covered your mouth with one of your hands to contain yourself from squealing in delight.

‘Romano did this…all for me…’

“Caaww, Romano says ‘I Love-a you!’ ”

You jumped at the strange, croaking sound coming from the living room to your left. Slowly you turned yourself to the living room, holding the thorn less rose in your hands. What you saw made your jaw drop.

A beautiful Scarlet Macaw stood on a wooden T stand right in the middle of the Valentine themed living room. You warily made yourself get closer to the bird; hoping it wouldn’t take a bite at you.

“Romano says ‘Please forgive-a me!’ “
You raised an eyebrow and let a small form on your lips. You took a small mango slice from the coffee table and fed it to the bird; that ungracefully took the mango with its foot and started munching on it, making bits and pieces of the mango drop to the floor. Letting out a giggle you watched the bird.

“You sound just like Romano and even eat like him too…” You sighed sadly at the good memories you used to have with him.

“CAZZO! CAZZO! CAZZO!” The Scarlet Macaw without notice started squawking the words out.

‘Now he really sounds like Romano!’ You leaped back in fright and started at the bird. Well wasn’t this romantic?

“He says ‘CAZZO CAZZO CAZZO!’ ”

Without warning Romano came bursting into the living room wearing a black and white suite and ran towards the bad mouthed bird, attempting to shut it up. You on the other hand stood back and started making your way to the front door.

“R-Ragazza! Please, don’t-a leave!” he looked back at you while fighting with the bird. His hazel eyes were big and watery. You nodded to him, placed your rose down and went over to him to help.

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By now the bird was safely put back in its cage in Romano’s bedroom, happily eating away the leftover mango that was on the coffee table. You and Romano were in the kitchen; him sitting on the breakfast nook counter trying not to complain about the bite mark that the Macaw did on his forearm, and you getting the bandages from the cabinet.

“I can’t-a believe he bite me! I even fed-a him mangos…” Romano muttered as he took off his black suit jacket and placed it on the counter beside him. You looked over at him with a sympathetic look.

“Roma, you know you didn’t have to get a macaw to forgive me” You told him softly as you started to treat his wound. Romano let out a sigh as he hung his head.

“I-I just-a thought it’d be-a romantic…I-a tired…I really did (y/n)” he whispered sadly, thinking you’d never forgive him now. Once you finished with his wound you sat down on the counter beside him and grabbed him hand gently. He looked over at you with watery eyes and red cheeks.

“Romano…” you started softly “It was romantic…It was the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for me…The Macaw really took me by surprise, but I loved it…”

You leaned in closer to him, making Romano’s heartbeat faster once he could feel your warm breath on his reddened cheeks. You placed a small kiss on the edge of his lips, making his lips quiver in excitement and relief.  He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around your waist, making you come in contact with his warm body. Shivers went down your spine once you felt The Italian’s cold lips make contact with your bare neck.

“Thank you for forgiving me (y/n)…I know I’ve screwed up before…and I don’t want to lose you again…”

You felt his hot breath up against your jaw as he lifted you up on his lap, making you wrap your arms around his neck and come face to face with those calm, hazel caramel orbs you so desperately missed seeing. He let out a chuckle and touched his nose to your nose. You both closed the gap between your mouths and fell into a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and welcoming…it made you melt into his arms, butterflies explode in your stomach, heat rising up to your cheeks…it made you think you were the only two people left in this world.

“I promise…”





:heart:Happy Valentine’s Day:heart:
:heart::wave:Happy Valentine's Day! :wave::heart:

I hope the kiss scence wasn't too boring...It's very difficult writting a kiss scence when you haven't been kissed >.<

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[1]Brutto figlio di puttana bastardo: ugly son of a b**** bastard.


Hetalia(c)Hidekaz Himaruya
you belong to Romano!:iconromanosexyplz:
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:iconmissouripegasister:
MissouriPegasister Mar 11, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
CAZZO CAZZO CAZZO!
I'm just cracking up here... XD
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cicirocks Feb 26, 2014  Student Writer
D'aw...
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the13thnight Jan 15, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh tagalog helps so much with italian minus the ugly :P
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kittykatrocks12 Nov 27, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I commented on this before and I am wondering why it isn't in my favourites
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kittykatrocks12 Nov 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
AWW how ADORABLE I wish a guy would get a /Macaw for me sadly i am alone with no one to love me
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Hetalia-Malta19 Oct 29, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
We are never ever ever getting back together! jk
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109144 Sep 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
TOO. FREAKING. CUTE.
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AngelX1300 Aug 31, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
"I hope the kiss scence wasn't too boring...It's very difficult writting a kiss scence when you haven't been kissed >.< "

Me : I know how you Feel -_-'
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wishuwereme1 Oct 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Pfft. Dont we all
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