Hetalia ItalyxReader - Stuck In a Box
". . . Ready or not, here I come!"
At one of Alfred's parties, we all decided to play hide and seek, Alfred, of course, being "it". I ran into one of the back rooms, spotting an unlocked footlocker. After stepping inside it and making myself comfortable, I closed the lid, being careful not to lock it.
Several minutes passed, and I wasn't found by anyone else. A few moments later, I heard someone frantically stagger into the room, closing the door behind them. There was a short pause before the lid to the footlocker opened, leaving me exposed. I wasn't caught, though, because the person standing before me was my cute little red-headed Italian friend, Feliciano Vargas.
"Oh, _____," he stammered. "I didn't know you were in here"
"Yo, Feli~! Where'd you go~?" called Alfred teasingly.
"Eep!" Feli squeaked, jumping into the footlocker with me. The lid closed with a loud slam, pushing Feli down on top of me.
"Feli!" I whispered loudly. "Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!"
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"Ugh," groaned Gilbert as he downed the rest of his drink. "I'm so bored!"
"Well, this is your party, mon ami," chided his best friend Francis. "We should do something entertaining."
"Oh! I know!" said Gilbert's other best friend, Antonio. "Let's play Hide-and-Seek!"
"Good idea!" Gilbert climbed onto a tabletop. "Everybody! I've got a cure for all of your boredom! We'll play Hide-and-Seek!"
_____, hearing her friend's announcement, put down her drink and smiled. "That sounds like fun!"
"Seriously?" said her boyfriend, Ludwig, with a raised eyebrow. "Games are for kleine Kinder."
"C'mon, Luddy!" _____ took his hand, making him blush. "We all need to take time to play. Loosen up!"
Ludwig sighed. He could never say no to her. "Alright, schatz. I'll play one game."
_____ pumped her fist in the air. "Yes! Hey, Gil! Luddy and I'll play!"
"Awesome! Alright, peeps! You go hide! Toni, Francis, and I'll be it! Go!" And with that, the Bad Touch Trio turned around, covered their eyes
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"Alfred! Where are we going?!" I said as Alfred pushed me along through his gigantic house.
He snickered. "You'll see~!"
I rolled my eyes.
We arrived at a door, which Alfred opened and shoved me into the room, closing and locking the door. It turns out the room wasn't a room-- it was a closet. It was a small, empty closet, barely able to fit two people.
Wait. Two people. . .
I banged my fist on the door. "Alfred Foster Jones! Get me out of this closet, or so help you, I will--"
Before I could say any more, the door opened and Arthur was pushed in. The door closed, pushing Arthur closer to me. I could see his emerald green eyes staring at me through the darkness. My face heated up, and I felt his heat up as well.
"Ah. . . Arthur. . ."
"Oh, _____," he muttered. "H-Hello, love. . ."
"Um. . . Did Alfred drag you in here, too?"
He nodded. "Yes. He didn't even bother explaining to me why."
"Ah. . ."
He didn't know, but I did. Alfred knew about my crush on Arthur; he probably thought t
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“Gil! What the hell are you doing?!”
“You’ll thank me later, Frau!” he said, the smirk on his face evident in his voice, as he carried me over his shoulder up the stairs in his house. He reached the top and went into a room where Antonio and Francis were waiting. The two were sitting on a footlocker, and I could have sworn I heard muffled obscenities come from it.
“Ready?” the albino asked.
The other two nodded, and positioned themselves to get off and open the footlocker. Gilbert took me closer to it and threw me inside the split second they opened the lid. When I was fully inside, they immediately closed the lid and––judging by the clatter following after––locked it.
“What the hell?!” I groaned out, still trying to process everything that had just happened.
I blinked, then peered through the dark to see a familiar face. My eyes widened. “Lovino?!”
“What the hell are
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"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!"
The Spaniard turned around at the sound of his name being called. His eyes fell upon _____, his best friend for as long as he could remember (excluding Gilbert and Francis, of course). His lips curled up into a happy smile when he saw her-- even though she was glaring daggers at him.
"Hola, bonita," he said with the big grin still on his face. "How have you been?"
"Oh, just fine, thank you," she replied, crossing her arms. There was a razor-sharp edge building in her voice.
"What's the matter, bonita? You okay?"
"Oh, yeah!" She stomped past him angrily, heading inside the house. "Everything's peachy-keen!"
Antonio turned his head in her direction, furrowing his brows. "Bonita?"
_____ stepped into the house where Gilbert and Ludwig (and currently _____) lived, furiously kicking off her shoes after wiping her feet.
"_____! _____!" called a voice frantically from the hallway.
_____ saw Gilbert running toward her with a panicked look on his face.
"What is it,
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“Hey, everybody! Let’s play Hide-and-Seek!”
I smiled up at my Prussian friend standing on a nearby tabletop. The crazy albino had just recommended that we all play Hide-and-Seek at one of his famous parties (or, rather, infamous parties). He and his two best friends, Antonio and Francis, claimed to be “it”, and they turned around and began to count.
“C’mon, _____,” said my best friend Alfred. He took my hand and led me upstairs and down a hallway, stopping when we came to an almost empty room. We went inside the room, closing the door behind us, and spotted a large footlocker that was big enough to just barely fit me and Alfred.
“Ladies first,” he said with a smirk.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Uh, no,” I responded, pushing him toward the footlocker.
He sighed, opening the lid and stepping inside. When he slid into a comfortable position, he smiled at me and said, “C’mon in. The air is fine.
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I turned my head to see my boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was running toward me with his arms flailing in the air.
"What is it, Gil?" I asked.
"Gilbird's gone missing!" he said, panicked.
"Oh, no! Do you want me to help you look for him?" If it were anyone else's pet, I wouldn't have bothered. But it was Gilbird, and he was just so cute that I had to find him-- and he was my boyfriend's bird, after all.
Gil nodded. "Ja, thanks."
So we looked. And looked. And looked. We looked all through Gil's and Ludwig's house and property, but there was no sign of the little bird. After about an hour of searching, Francis and Antonio came bursting through the front door.
"Hola, mis amigos!" shouted the Spaniard.
"Bonjour, our Prussian friend!"
I straightened up from looking under the couch to look at the duo. "Hey, guys. Now might not be a good time to hang out with Gil. Gilbird's missing."
Francis put his hand to his mouth. "Mon Dieu! That's horrible!"
"Anything we can do?" aske
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"Oy, _____!" called a familiar voice.
_____ turned around to see her friend and long-time crush, Allistor Kirkland, standing with his hands in his pockets. "Oh, hi, Allistor. What's up?"
"The ceilin'," he replied curtly, his shoulders rising slightly as he spoke, then relaxing back to their original position. "Gilbert's havin' a party tonight. You comin'?"
"A party? Sure! I'd love to!" said _____ with a wide smile. She knew that Gilbert's parties were the best around, despite how crazy and out of control they became.
Allistor nodded, making a half-smile. "Great. You want me to pick you up?"
A light shade of pink dusted _____'s cheeks. "Uh. . . sure. Okay. . ."
That night, _____ sat in her living room. She had on black Converse shoes, a plain white shirt, a black leather jacket, and a pair of skinny jeans with the Union Jack painted across the right thigh. With every minute that passed, she became more and more anxious. She wondered if she would finally gain enough courage to tell A
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You were just reading a book in your cosy living room when your ring tone began to echo through the room.
"Hello?" You asked.
"Hi-a ____!" You heard the familiar Italian accent of your boyfriend speak.
"Hi Feli. How are you?" You giggled.
"I am good bella! I was-a wondering if you wanted to come over tonight?" Feli eagerly asked.
"I'd love to Feli." You replied.
"Great! Come-a over at-a seven!" He exclaimed.
"Sure I'll see you there." You laughed.
"Ti amo bella!" He replied.
"I love you too Feli." You sighed as you hung up the phone.
You loved your Italian boyfriend with all your heart. He was just a bog ball of cuteness, he would always buy you flowers and call you bella. Even if you had to comfort him during a scary movie or after a day training with Ludwig, you still found it adorable. You both even had adopted a kitten together, although it mostly live over at Feli's house. You both still loved taking care of it together.
But lately Feliciano has been acting a little stand off-ish.
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You moaned as the sound of your cell phone went off. Grumbling about how stupid people can be and how impolite it was to call at 3 o'clock in the morning you stumbling around your room trying to find your phone.
"Who is it?" you asked completely out of it.
For a moment you didn't recognize the voice, but that accent you could defiantly place, "Italy? What on earth are you doing calling at three?"
"R-Romano and I need your hel-ahhhhhh!"
You heard a voice in the background, "Hang up the damn phone idiota!"
"B-but fratello, _________ can help us ah ah ah ah ah!!"
"Italy, are you alright?" you asked into the phone, "Italy? Italy?" Then the phone went dead. Groaning you put on your shoes and grabbed your car keys. "What has that idiot gotten himself into now?"
Tired out of your mind you made your way to Italy's house.
Thanking God that Italy had given you a spare you unlocked the door and walked into his house. There say the two Italy brothers fussing over…hair…
"Hair?" you a
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“I’d rather kiss a dead 2p neko version of you, Francis”, you said coolly he made a face and stuck his tongue out.
Yep, that was you, a sharp-tongued; vixen only had eyes for the cheerful kind Italian, feli.
Oh, he didn’t know of course, the perfect little angel was too good for someone like you; at least, you thought so.
You knelt down and spun the bottle hoping you would get a female hugging a total stranger was a lot better than kissing someone like Francis.
It seemed to spin forever before stopping slowly pointing at Feli. You turned a brick red he failed to notice.
“Ve~! I got ____! you have to kiss me don’t to Bella?” you swallowed hard and nodded at the floor. You shuffled over to him pale as a ghost, you took a shaky breath and planted a gentle kiss on his lips.
Before you could pull away all in an instant,
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"Sweetie, Feli's here," she said. (Name) got up from her chair and opened her room's door. She saw Feliciano Vargas behind her mother, who waved at her. She wasn't expecting him to be here, but she decided not to say anything. "Dad and I are going out for a while. Take care of the house, okay?"
(Name) nodded. "Alright, bye, Mom." That meant it was only her and Feliciano in the house when they left.
When the two heard the undeniable click of the closing front door, Feli decided to speak. "Ciao, (Name)!"
"Hey, there, Feli. Not to be rude … but what are you doing here…?" she asked, letting him enter the room and sit on the edge of the bed.
"I-I'm sorry, it was a last minute decision, but…" He figeted with his fingers a little. "T-this is a little personal…"
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You wake to the sound of something clawing at your bedroom door, which was odd since there were no pets in your section of the mansion that you lived in. Wanting the scratching to stop you get up from your comfy bed and grabbed a (your favorite color) robe and wrapped it around your body, covering your (choice in pajamas).
You sleepily made your way to the door and looked out the peephole. You groan tiredly as you see a familiar brunette man crying on the other side. Unlocking your door, you opened it and spoke.
"Italy? What are you doing here?"
Italy cried out like a baby as he rapidly told you.
"I had a night-a-mare and it was so scary and now I can't sleep so may I stay the night with you, (your name)?"
You really didn't want to, not because you didn't like the guy. In fact, you thought he was cute. Then again, so were the other gu
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...in a playroom.
Oh wow, Looks like America kept a playroom. That's nice. Sitting up, you found yourself on a Merry-go-round. "Sweet Arceus, How big did this house even get?!" You shouted.
'Aw, Wait. What.' You looked around. Toy, Toy, Man, Toy, T-Wait, What? Turning back to the man lying on his side, you crawled over to him, only to find it was Feliciano. "Feli?"
Feliciano's eyes fluttered open and for the first time you saw the amber orbs that had been hidden behind those eyelids. "Hm...?Oh, Hi Bella~!" Feliciano exclaimed, hugging you.
"E-Eh...Hi, Feli." You replied, patting his head. "What brings you here tonight?" You asked. "Germany said He was going to a Party with Prussia and Japan, and I wanted to follow~!" He said. You sighed as he rambled on and going off topic.
You loved the bubbly italian, but you didn't want to ruin your friendship.
"Oh, that's right!" Feliciano suddenly said, letting go of you. "What?" You asked. "I wanted to ask you something." He said, pulling
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"Feliciano can I ask you a question?"
A happy-go-lucky italian lifted his head from his bowl of pasta to see his friend (your name) using his computer.
"(N)-(Your name)!? How'd you ah get in my house-"
"Are Italian's all loud?"
Feliciano looked almost offended.
"N-no. Bu-but why are you-"
"Is it true most to all italians are fat and hairy?"
The italian man's eyes widened. His brows then made a depressed look.
"No (Your name)! See! Look at me!"
(Your name) turned to see her italian friend point to himself, and taking a look at hm she knew that wasn't true. Well..for him at least.
"Is that all (your name)? I would like to-"
(Your name)'s eyes glared onto the screen before laughing out loud. Feliciano still didn't look to happy.
"What is it now (your)-"
"Is is true italians have ties with the mafia?" she began to laugh again. "Wow."
Feliciano poked his friend in the shoulder. (Your name) turned her head to be..extremely close to his. She didn't even know he was there.
"Those things aren'
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I sighed, knowing that since I was in this predicament I would just have to make the best of it. After a moment of thought, I sighed again and recited my chosen number.
“I pick. . .four.”
A sweet, high-pitched cheer was let out by someone in the group, and I smiled when I recognized the voice. I turned around to see my adorable Italian friend hop out of the group toward me. He took both my hands in his and beamed at me. “This is great! I get to go on a date with sorella!”
We both blinked after he said that. He chuckled. “Well, you can’t be sorella if I go on a date with you.”
I giggled. “Then what will I be?”
He smiled. “You’ll be bella tonight.”
I felt my face heat up slightly, but I returned his smile and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“Well then!” said Gilbert, grabbing my and Feliciano’s shoulders. “Off to your date now!” He pushed us both out of the room, toward the front fo
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Ring ring ring
Ring ring ring
"Mmmph... stupid sounds, why won't you shut up...?"
Ring ring ring
"Five... more minutes..."
Ring ring ring
"Okay, okay! I'll get up if you just shut up already, stupid clock!" You cried before realizing you had been talking to an inanimate object. Sighing to yourself, you pressed the off button on your alarm clock and held your face in your hands.
"I honestly wonder sometimes if I'm going mad..." You mumbled, shaking your head. As you groggily tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes, a sudden voice caught you off guard.
"Vee~ _____, you're finally up! I was wondering when you'd wake up, bella!"
Feliciano poked his head through your bedroom door before he bounced over to your bedside, his curl seeming to bounce with each stride that he took.
"Oh, hey Feli," You said with a yawn. "Mm... I'm tired..."
It took you another five seconds to finally comprehend what was happening at the moment.
Feliciano was here
Seven minutes in heaven-Italy"_______ got Feli!" Alfred yelled. You looked at the packet of pasta in your hand and smiled. You and the cute bubbly italian had been friends for a while and he had taught you how to cook countless pasta dishes. You had fallen for him hard. His wimpyness all the way up to that adorable curl on his head. You had a good idea what that curl did, but you never dared try it.Seven minutes in heaven-Italy4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were then pulled into a hug by the hyper pasta lover and pulled to the closet.
"Vee~! Hello bella!" He said, once you were inside.
"Hey Feli. Oh, you want the pasta back right?" You asked him, holding the packet out to him. You could see him nodd in the dim light and take the packet, placing it somewhere in his hoodie. You liked what he was wearing. A pair of baggy blue jeans, a white t-shirt and an italian flag hoodie.
"Bella?" Feli said, cutting you off.
"Yeah?" You asked.
"Do you like anyone?" He asked. You blushed at that question.
"Maybe..." You said. He smiled.
"Can I tell you something?" He aske
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The door was opened, and you saw the darker-haired of the two Italian brothers glaring at you. Oh, great...
"Hi, Lovino," you said, smiling sweetly and waving. Your cute grin caused him to blush a bit. "Is Feliciano around?"
He scowled and his hazel eyes flashed. "Hell if I know," he snapped, and slammed the door in your face.
You sighed, not really expecting any other response from the constantly PMSing guy. You'd think he could at least be civil one day of the year...
Glancing around as if your bubbly friend would pop
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You closed the bathroom door behind you with a sigh. Your whole body ached from the high amounts of stress you had endured during the long week, and you couldn’t be happier it was Friday.
You turned on the bath taps, watching the hot water spurt out. You could already imagine lying in the bath, the swirling water soothing your sore limbs. You smiled at the thought and began to discard your clothing, tossing them to the floor as the bath began to fill with clear water.
As you slid off your last sock and threw it to the floor, you couldn’t help but notice a large bottle of bubble bath sitting on the shelf. It had an Italian flag on it, so it must be your boyfriend’s. You smiled as you squeezed the milky liquid into the bath, causing millions of pure white bubbles to form in the swirling water.
You stepped slowly into the hot water. The bubbles tickled your legs as you took your time to get used to the heat. You let out a loud sigh of pleasure as you let your body sink d
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"Hurry, _____!" Feliciano cheered as he sprinted past a few wandering tourists.
Panting, you continued to run after the bubbly Italian. His bright personality could sometimes be a little too bright, nonetheless, you loved your boyfriend of 3 years to death.
Feeling yourself come to a neat stop, you leaned against the nearest wall in order to catch your breath. You weren't wearing the best running clothes, just a delicate cream color dress and white heels. Your feet were currently killing you.
Did I also mention you two were spending your spring break in Italy? Venice, to be exact.
Feli noticed that you had stopped running. He cheerfully skipped towards you and held out his hand. You had no idea where in the world he was taking you tonight.
"Come on, _______! It's not far away!"
Still panting, you took a hold of his hand.
"What's not far away?"
"I cannot tell! It's a sorpresa!"
And with that, he dragged you towards a series of concrete stairs that led into the Italian canal. For
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Feeling a little better about your situation, you changed out of your bathing suit and grabbed a thick blanket and your chosen book. But naturally, the lights have to go out.
"Oh whatever," you muttered, feeling around in your closet for oil lamps and a flashlight. As soon as you found them, you lit them up one by one and strategically placed them around your apartment. Nodding at your handiwork, you plopped down onto the sofa and rested your back on an armrest, an oil lamp directly behind you. You quickly dove into the world that emerged from the slightly worn pages of your book.
A sudden chill swept through you and you shivered, clutching your blanket closer to you. Without warning, a pair of lean ar
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"Veee~! Bella, play a game with me!" The bubbly Italian says, taking the opportunity to glomp you.
You laugh and squirm under his weight. "Haha! What kind of game, Feli?"
"Japan calls it the pocky game! He said it's a game for friends and lovers to play!" He nuzzles your cheek with his, catching a glimpse of his red-brown hair.
He's always so affectionate... you think. But that's part of the reason you fell for him. Feliciano always has a smile on his face, very friendly, very handsome and he's great at cooking! You squeal internally.
"W-why lovers?" you question, aware of a blush creeping on your face.
"Hmm, I don't think he told me that part, but will you play with me ____? It sounds fun~" Feliciano presses.
You give in to his demands, but not entirely. "Okay Feli, I'll play this game with you, but the loser has to make pasta for the winner!" You were sure you'd win at his little game; also you really loved his pasta.
"Okay!" He lets go of you an
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I sighed, knowing that since I was in this predicament I would just have to make the best of it. After a moment of thought, I sighed again and recited my chosen number.
“I pick. . .six.”
A moment of hushed murmurs passed, then Gilbert took my shoulders and turned me around to face the group. “Alright,” he said with a grin on his face, “number six, would you please step forward?”
I couldn’t help but smile at the person who took a step out of the crowd. His light blond head was downcast, his emerald eyes directed at the floor. He rubbed his arm as he approached me, and cleared his throat nervously when he finally did. “H-Hello, _____.”
I stood up, taking his hand. “Hi, Arthur.”
A suggestive laugh emanated from the group, and Francis popped his head over Arthur’s shoulder, resting his hand there. “Have fun on your date, mon ami~!” He then pushed him forward so that he landed on my chest. Yep. His ha
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Feliciano Vargas walked around the school looking for (Name). It was after school and she suddenly disappeared into thin air. He was a little worried about that, since it’s been happening a little more often recently. But Feliciano was more worried that she wasn’t telling him about it.
He looked around, seeing the people in the halls, but not (Name). He looked in the library and finally found her sitting at a table, scribbling into that notebook. “Ciao, Bella~!”
“Eh . . .?” (Name) looked up, and closed the notebook in a flash. “Hi, Feliciano, how are you?"
“I’m relived, actually! I thought I lost you, (Name)~ I couldn’t find you anywhere and I got really worried!”
“W-well . . . I was just about to head towards the main gate so I could meet you.”
“Bella, you’ve been staying a lot after school, right?”
“Y-yeah . . . truth is . . .