Poland x Reader - Shopping Spree
Poland x Reader - Shopping Spree
"So, like, which store should we go to first, _________?" your friend Feliks asked you excitedly.
"How about JC Penney?" you suggested.
Instantly his face lit up. "Like, totally, _________!" he nearly screamed.
You giggled. Feliks Lukasiewicz was your best friend, and an interesting one at that. He was a guy who loved shopping almost as much as you did, and he was obsessed with "wicked hipster pink," as he called it. He also showed an interest in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic because... well, because he loved ponies! In short, he was a pink-crazed, pony-loving shopaholic valley "girl" who said he looked "dead sexy" in miniskirts. Some people thought he was gay, which was not true at all. He was just a guy who loved pink, and that was all.
However, there was something else that attracted you to him besides his feminine nature. It was something that felt like love. Whenever you saw him, butterflies would invade your stomach. You loved
*bubble* *drip drip* *splash*
It sounded like water but you were completely dry. You tried to open your eyes but the sun blinded you.
“Gah!” You closed your eyes. Using your sense of touch, you felt that you were lying belly down on asphalt.
Slowly with some effort you again opened your eyes to see what was around you.
“The f-?” You turned you head a bit to the side to see a gigantic mansion to the side of you.
“Woah! That’s a nice house but where am I?”
You looked up to your front of your body to see it lying in front of a huge fountain. Clear rivulets of water were gently cascading down the structure reflecting the sun’s bright light.
Your mini pain in your eyes turned into a migraine. In pain, you shut your eyes and laid your head down but not before hearing laughter and two sets of footsteps coming toward you.
Poland and Lithuania were walking together and laughing. Their laughter was towards Russia on how he slipped from a banana peel that Poland “accidentally” dropped. The whole scene was absolutely hilarious and how Ivan got tangled up in his scarf. Thankfully, Feliks managed to get away from Russia when he found out it was Poland who staged the prank.
You would have heard their entire conservation and joined in their laughter but sadly you were still in pain and then BAM!
An explosion of pain racked your head and you SCREAMED!
Somehow after you delivered that agony-filed yell, you were pulled inside your mind… and it felt horrible. But what lie in front of you was even worse.
The tender memories, the memories that made you who you were, faded to obscure colors.
‘No!’ you mentally screamed.
The faces of friends, people you used to know, and even your cherished parents were becoming a part of the vacuum of space.
‘NOOOO!’ you yelled inside your head.
“What the-?!” Feliks was the first to hear to your initial scream and when he turned his head to the left side and saw you, he himself let out a scream. Toris in alarm, shrieked also and exclaimed, “What? What! Are we being attacked?!”
Poland shook his head and pointed to your motionless body. “T-there, there is like a person in my frontyard!”
Toris looked to you and came closer. Since your head was facing away from them, they couldn’t tell that your face was twisted up in agony.
“Well is she like dead?” A nervous Poland said as came close to your head behind Lithuania.
Toris replied, “I don’t know… wait! I see her moving… it looks like she’s breathing!”
In disbelief, Poland went around your body and looked to your face. He never saw such a face in pain, and much less a beautiful one! For Feliks to think someone was actually prettier than him made him take a step back.
In concern, Toris asked him, “What’s wrong?” He looked down to your pain-stricken face. “My God we have to help her!”
Feliks was about to retort, “Why should I?” but for some reason his selfish nature was immediately replaced with a caring feeling.
It was weird. He actually wanted to hold you and comfort you when he didn’t even know you!
Whether it was from the pain that motivated you to wake up briefly or you felt Felik’s comforting presence, you looked to him with pleading eyes and said, “M-my memories… gone” before succumbing to the pain inside your mind.
Feliks stood there shocked. When you [e/c] orbs met his jade ones, he saw a girl who desperately needed help and looked lost. A girl who looked beaten and struggled to get up. In many ways it reminded him of his own self when he struggled to defend himself from Russia a long time ago.
With sudden determination, all his anxiety from meeting strangers and selfish nature melted away to helping you.
He scooped you up in his arms and went toward his house. In a commanding tone he told Lithuania, “Come on then. You were the one who said we have to help her”
Toris stood there baffled. He rarely seen Poland in command and much less helping a stranger. In a daze, he hurriedly followed Feliks to the house.
~~~~Timeskip of Feliks Teasingly Slipping Off His Pink Towel to Reveal His Certain *ahem!* Area!~~~~~
‘Warmth. I feel… warmth’
You slightly moved your body. And opened your eyes.
You looked around the room. All around you was red and white. From the desk to even the blankets were the mixture of these two colors. You even saw a bit of pink splashed onto the tapestry. You looked right above you to see a massive Polish flag hanging proudly.
‘Whose room is this?’ You thought then you realized your head wasn’t splitting itself in pain anymore.
With nimble fingers you lightly touched your head. ‘M-my head doesn’t hurt anymore. What was the last thing I remember? Hmm. Wait I got it! I remember losing my memor--‘
“-What!?” you sat straight up in a bed to see Poland looking at you confused.
“Errr” you felt embarrassed until you realized who was actually in front of you.
Your favorite character slash fantasy crush Feliks Łukasiewicz was real! Ignoring your past embarrassment, you continued to stare at him. His platinum blonde shoulder length hair was perfectly trimmed and flawless. He had the nicest, most clear skin that you ever seen on a man. But the best thing you saved for last was his eyes. His amazing lime green orbs were looking at your own eyes with confusion and worry.
“Like what was that?”
You stopped ogling at him. Your blush came back to your cheeks once again. “S-sorry Poland. I just couldn’t believe that you’re here”
Feliks did a hair flip. “Like why wouldn’t you believe in the fabulous me- wait what? Did you just call me by my country name?”
You stopped breathing. You really wanted to smack your head in with a fist. ‘Dammit! It’s obvious I’m not in the same dimension! Ugh, I already slipped up twice. Okay, ____, try to fix this…somehow’
“Well *cough* I kind of remember reading about you from somewhere…”
“What, where? Like I totally thought my identity was kept secret?” Feliks came closer to your right side.
“Erm… I think it was on an Internet blog. But that’s all I remember” You looked down from his penetrating gaze.
Poland was suspicious. He asked another question that caught you off guard. “When I found you why did you tell me your memories were gone?”
You looked at him wide eyed and gulped. You faintly remembered saying that but didn’t realize you actually told Feliks, of all people, that.
You tried to hide the tears in your eyes when you remembered those precious memories leave you. Responding, “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you”
To your surprise, Feliks went straight up into your face and said, “Try me”
Blushing at the sheer proximity of your faces, you slightly backed away from him and responded, “I am n-not sure w-what happened to me earlier, b-but some of my memory d-disappeared”
Bewildered in what you just told him, Feliks was about to ask what the hell did that mean when Lithuania came in.
“Feliks, is the girl up yet?” He looked to you. “Hello there, miss”
You politely greeted him back. “Hello. Nice to meet you Lithuania”
Both Feliks and Toris looked to you baffled.
“You like know about him too?” Poland enquired.
You meekly smiled. “Yes”
“Do you like know our human names?”
You shyly nodded.
Toris was totally lost. “Okay am I missing something here?” He turned to Feliks. “How does she know about us!?”
You replied for Poland. “I kind of remember reading about you guys on the Internet” You could tell Lithuania wanted to ask another question when you quickly added, “I know it’s a little late and still pretty awkward but my name is _______ not Miss”
“_____ how did you-“ Lithuania got a phonecall. He said, “Excuse me” and answered. Soon after he started shaking, and replied to the person on the other line, “A-alright R-Russia! I’m coming now!” He hung up the phone. “I have t-to go”
Poland stood up. “Like why Liet?”
Toris just shook his head. “It’s better to comply than ignore Russia- you know how he is. See you later” He turned to you. “Goodbye ____” He walked to the door, looked over his shoulder to the both of you, and left.
You were now alone with Feliks. An awkward silence ensued until you looked down to your clothes. In horror you said, “Eww! My clothes are covered in mud!” You grabbed the hem of shirt and brought it up to your face.
Unknowingly you were actually pulling your shirt so high that it exposed your bra and part of your cleavage.
Poland who was staring at you saw this and shouted, “What is wrong with you!? Like I see everything!” He turned around trying to hide his red face.
You quickly pulled down your shirt and apologized once again. “I’m sorry! My clothes were so dirty and I just freaked out and then looked at it…” You babbled on until some clothes were thrown onto your lap.
You immediately shut up and look up at him in surprise.
With his back still turned he said, “Here. There are totally cute clothes right there. Just wear them cause you look gross”
True you looked bad but not that bad, you were going to retort but Poland beat you to the punch.
“I’m like going downstairs. I guess I will have to make dinner since Liet’s gone” and with that he left.
“Grrrr” Huffing in slight anger, you went to the bathroom to change.
~~~~~~Timeskip Of Poland Sneakily Looking At You Changing Into His Clothes~~~~~~
You changed into the new clothes Poland gave you. They were a pair of shorts and a shirt that were very pretty and pink. You were amused with his obsession instead of disgusted by it. The little anger you had left melted away once you went downstairs to see Feliks cooking.
There he was wearing, you guessed it, a pink apron.
“Oh lord” You giggled. ‘This guy’
Poland finally noticed you behind him. “Oh hey _____! You like it?” He gestured to his apron.
You smiled. “Yes. I love it~”
Feliks beamed. “Thanks~! I think I like you” He turned back to his cooking.
You held a breath and hid your delighted smile behind your hand. In a few moments, you asked him, “So whatcha cooking there?”
He replied, “Gulasz. It’s like totally delicious”
Teasingly you replied, “I’ll be the judge of that”
After a few minutes, Feliks was done cooking and you helped set the table. Soon you both sat down.
Looking at him, you picked up your spoon, put it in the bowl, brought it to your mouth, chewed, then swallowed.
“Oh my!” You exclaimed. Never before have you tasted something so good and delicious! “This is so good!”
“Didn’t I totally tell you it was” Poland stated triumphantly.
You shook your head in amusement and kept eating.
All during dinner you both talked and laughed. By dinner’s end, you felt even closer to Feliks than ever before. Like he was the something that was missing from your past life.
You were in mid-conversation with Feliks when you gave a long yawn.
Feliks chuckled. “You’re not going to fall asleep or like faint on me again?
In mock anger you replied, “No! I am not!” But you slightly smiled.
Feliks stood up from his chair and went over to you. “Pfft. I think you are! I totally see bags in your eyes”
Your jaw dropped and you stood up from your own chair next to him. “What!” Your hands roamed your face to see if he was telling the truth. Finding nothing you yelled, “You liar!” You took a step forward. “Why I am going to-!”
You tripped over Poland’s feet and then fell on top of him. You both landed on the floor with a thud!
“Oww” Both of you said. Then realizing you were on top of him you used your hands to get off his chest. Sadly your ‘fifi’ was directly on top of his ‘pepe’ and Poland’s face was getting as red as his flag while he was squirming underneath you.
You hurriedly got off him as soon as you could and went as far away from him as possible. “I-uh-I going to bed now” You rushed off.
‘Wait. But wasn’t I in Poland’s room before? I can’t sleep in his room especially on what just happened right now!’
You were wandering aimlessly in his mansion until Feliks caught up with you. He grabbed your shoulder. “Like what was that for? You didn’t even apologize!”
You took his hand off your shoulder. “You shouldn’t have insulted me! Plus it’s not like I meant for this to happen!” You looked to the side and gave a sigh. “I apologize to what happened”
He gazed at you for a few moments before saying, “Okay I guess I forgive you”
You a bit puzzled at his quick reaction but hey who would complain?
“Ok cool, I think” You looked at him and asked, “Hey Feliks?”
“I-erm- kinda want to sleep now” You quietly said with your head down.
Poland gave a smile and smacked his forehead. “Man, I totally forgot! Here I will show you to a room!” He grabbed your hand and you had no choice but to follow him.
~~~~~Timeskip Of Poland Lying On Top Of You and Handcuffing You to the Bed With Pink Handcuffs~~~
“Ugh Feliks! I didn’t know you had so much stamina!” you were huffing and slightly sweating.
“You have to get used to it because there was more where that came from” Poland responded.
No nothing like THAT happened. Poland just happened to drag you to the other side of his mansion while running and he didn’t even drop a sweat!
You looked to him annoyed and before you can give an angry reply, he opened the door to the guestroom. It looked just like his room except with a little more pink.
“More pink?” you questioned.
“You don’t like it?” Poland looked hurt.
“N-no! I actually like it! It looks a lot like your room!” You smiled then thought of something. ‘Might as well hug him, I mean today is already awkward enough’
You took a few steps forward toward him and gently hugged him (while avoiding the certain spot you were on top of earlier).
“Thank you, Fee. For the clothes, the food, and for caring for me”
Feliks was shocked at your action but since he was impulsive he hugged you back and spun you around.
“You are like so chill. I want you to stay with me” As soon as the words left his mouth, he stopped spinning you and put you down.
“Y-you mean that?” You asked hopefully.
“I meant-I- Oh time for my beauty sleep! Night!” He sped off to the nearest exit and shut the door.
You were flustered. And you whispered, “Goodnight”
You lay yourself on the bed and faced the ceiling. You grinned. You were in bliss. You spent your day with your crush. You couldn’t even believe that this was even real or that your wish came true!
But as you lay there, you remembered that you were slowly forgetting your old life and the people you knew, and more importantly, you were forgetting your parents you left behind in your dimension.
Now all that clouded your mind was “Why am I forgetting them?...”
“…And how do I get back home?”
Romania x Reader
“God I’m tired…” I yawned as I grabbed a few of my electronics.
“Ok….you go here, and you can go under my pillow.” I sat my (larger device) on my desk and my (cell phone type) under my pillow incase I got a call.
Sighing deeply I turned off my lights and crawled under the fuzzy sheets of my twiner.
“Ok….It’s been a long day filled with classes and study session along with work……come on brain let me sleep!” I growled before sitting up in an upheave.
Maybe if I flip my pillow? Or grab a glass of warm tea? Ah! I’ve got it! I could watch a really boring docume-CLUGH
What the hell was that.
Scared out of my wits I ripped of my fuzzy covers and grabbed my roommates softball bat in fear.
“Maybe it was just (best/f) coming home early?” (best/f) wouldn’t be back yet. She was away with her parents for a short vacation.
Gripping my bat harder and twisting my arms around it bringing the metal to my chest I slowly tiptoed out of the semi quiet room.
I make it down my small staircase when I hear another noise.
That would be the fridge….but who raids fridges?
GOD DAMN SENIORS!
Feeling my anger boil up over how people on campus would rob people of their food. I speed walked, still in silence, to the open fridge door where as I couldn’t see the perpetrator.
Raising the metal over my head I smacked him on the back earning a groan and a sigh.
Then the sound of crunching metal.
“WAHHH! WHAT THE HECK (F/N)!!!” Closing the door quickly I saw my best guy friend, Vlad.
“What the hell are you doing in my house!!! It’s like one in the morning!!” I screamed/ whispered at him as I snatched the now broken bat from his hands.
How would I explain a broken bat to (best/f)?
I glared at him in the eyes the best that I could, even though he was a good 5 or 6 inches taller then I,
He just stuck his tongue out.
“You’re such a loser you know that?” I sighed.
“But I’m your loser!” He suddenly wrapped his arms around me in a hug.
I could feel my face gradually warm up at his normally annoying gestures.
Pushing him off quickly I turned my face away.
“W-why exactly are you here again?” He grabbed my face and turned it back to him, bringing his own so close that our noses almost touch.
“I came to raid your fridge of the goodness that is (f/f).” His cherry eyes twinkled in the darkness giving him the romanticized look.
“….I also came to ask you a question.” I nodded, face probably glowing because his intense eyes.
“Yeah, sure.” Already knowing that whatever he was going to ask was going to make me want to hit him.
“You know (f/n)…you’re face is really pretty when it’s painted that color. I wonder what makes you turn red.” My face darkened and he chuckled again.
“No reason! It’s…it’s uhh really hot in here, yeah!” I giggled awkwardly.
“Nuh uh! Tell me! Although I already know why…hehe.” Grabbing my arm he pulled me over to my couch and sat us both on it.
“Alright! Here’s my question. What do I look like?” He asked slightly timid for once.
What kind of question is that?
“What you don’t own a mirror?” I asked questionably.
“I’m a vampire, I can’t see myself. But according to all the times I’ve made you blush,” Vlad smirked at me, “I’m pretty good looking.”
“I-I mean you’re not that-,” I was cut off, again.
“Tell me (f/n),” he got closer to me, “how do I look? Tell me about myself, feature wise.” We were alone in the dark; it was late making it impossible for someone to end this embarrassing confirmation.
But, I’ve come to one conclusion, either Vlad was a complete idiot with girls, or he just really enjoyed toying with my emotions.
Ugh….I suppose I can oblige.
“Well…you have a nose and a pair of ey-“
“No. You know what I mean (f/n), what make me me?” He playfully pointed out, mouth slightly ajar, showing off his fangs. I sighed.
This was going to be embarrassing.
“You have silky strawberry blonde hair, not blonde or red, just a nice combination.” I grabbed a lock of his choppy tresses and showed him a longer piece.
For once his face went scarlet.
“R-really?” I nodded.
“You’re blushing.” I pointed out, giggling.
“Yep.” I nodded.
“You also have two dimples here, and here.” I moved my hands up to his soft face and poked the two centers of his cheeks.
“Yeah,” I moved my arms up higher to his perfect eyebrows.
“You’ve also got really nice eyebrows, most guys’ are horrible. You inherited some great jeans.” He moved slightly closer, I could smell some of the contents of my fridge on his tongue. It smells like strawberry-.
He ate my fucking ice cream. I’ll kill him later.
“What else..?” His face darkened but I didn’t tease him.
“If you smile with closed lips one of your fangs hang out giving you that boyish cuteness.” I admitted, he looked pretty good either way though.
Trying to think of something else I pondered for a moment.
He just stared at me as if contemplating what to do with himself…
Now I’m nervous.
“Y-you’re eyes are really red, I almost want to compare them to the strawberry jelly in my cabinet…an-“ I got cut off when Vlad put his lips on my own.
“I might not be able to see my lips, but I think they looked great on yours.”
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(Romano x Curvy!Reader)
Look who updated! After….a month….I hate how inactive I’ve been because I feel like I’m letting all you awesome peeps down. Anyways, while you’re reading this I’ve most likely posted JAOGWG along with Atomic Hearts. Recently I’ve become very aware of my writing style and tecniqe, since I want to improve with each piece that comes out it takes much longer to proof read and edit things before finally presenting it to all you lovely people.
I’ve also been trying to enter a bunch of contests to earn points. My last contest went very well and a lot of people liked it and those who didn’t make it in time wanted to try again so I’m in need of points to give away…So if I earn up enough I’ll host another one in the coming months!
Welp, that’s all I’ve got to say, please, enjoy.
50 Years of Love
I could see the moon off in the distance as the sun began to take shape, my second day in Italy had finally begun. Sure the first day was terrible….who am I kidding? It was utter shit…Although I’m happy to say that I am enjoying myself, the family I’m staying with is evidently one of the kindest I’ve ever been with but I’m sad to say that my ‘fiancé’ if I can even call him that has informally embarrassed me, rejected me, and for most part repeatedly called me a whale or as Romano likes to put it, principessa balena.
Sure, I didn’t like him either with his asshole personality and his disinterest in just about everything, well, almost everything. He was extremely good at boxing or so Feliciano had told me, I honestly didn’t take that seriously since I had beat him earlier today with only a few punches, I’d never been allowed to partake in sports such as those, mother only let me stick with more….ahem… ‘activities.’
I pushed my head further into my pudgy arms as I gazed out to the vast tomato garden that stood in front of me, it seemed to go on for miles to which amazed me. As far as I knew the Vargas’ immediate family took care of the garden. That was five people as far as I was concerned which was amazing. Miles upon miles of tomato’s and just tomato’s. I turned to look over to the side to see a small patch of grape vines as well as a olive tress here and there. “Heh…they are the definition of Italian.” I pushed my hair behind my hair and leaned casually across the metal balcony’s edge. “Such nice people…..I still can’t believe they’re in the mafia business….then again, no one ever believed that I was the daughter of Thorns and Mistress.” I yawned out softly, my eyes glazed over as the remains of the night had finally fallen leaving a pale sunrise in the distance.
I was nearly out of the door way when I happened to see someone out in the field. They were hunched over as if searching for something. I pondered this…who would be outside right now, it was so early in the morning….I thought Italains were afternoon people not morning people…..I slapped my cheek in idiocy, that was the dumbest stereotype I’d ever thought of. Shaking my head I threw on a jacket and a pair of sneakers to keep the morning dew from biting at my toes before climbing down the emergency ladder.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” I smiled softly as the rusted over handles rubbed onto my hands leaving a metallic scent on them, I ignored it though in hopes of helping this person out. As long as it wasn’t Romano I was cool plus, I wanted to get my possibly, most likely, future family to like me. Even though I wasn’t like most of the beautiful people over in meditterainian Europe I still had a ‘meosjin’ personality like my good friend Yong Soo had told me all those years ago. It was probably one of the first compliments I’d gotten from a friend aside from my papa.
I wiped away those sappy thoughts as my cheek heated up in slight embarrassment. “Stop being so girly..” I jumped down from the remaining few feet, my toes hitting the ground with a soft thump. I quickly tip toed over to the hunched over figure, it was a woman. She had a warm shawl placed over her shoulders as if trying to conceal her figure, I could see her dark black bun atop her head, it was very large giving me the impression that she had long hair, lucky. I played with the ends of my short hair (sorry, for the time being you’re gonna have shoulder length hair, you’ll see why later) in envy. I blew out a few puffs of air grabbing the figures attention, she turned to me, her graying emerald eyes glowing slightly as the sun hit them from behind us.
“Ciao, buenas dias.” I was slightly confused, only understanding the Italian. I was guessing that the second part was Spanish having heard it from Antonio hours earlier. “O—Oh, I’m sorry, you must be (f/n). I’m happy to have meet you, chica.” I grinned in slight embarrassment, who was the woman? She looked older, maybe fifty or sixty but no older than sixty, she looked like she still had a boat full of youth in her.
“Ciao…” I shyly let out, my gaze at my feet, the woman pulled my chin up so that my eyes could meet her own, I could see my own shuttering reflection in them causing me to cramp up in fear. Her gaze was soft yet sharp at the same time, if that made sense. “Yes, I’m (f/n), it’s nice to meet you—“ I hadn’t seen her before, not at the dinner table nor when I had arrived.`
“Mrs. Vargas, but you can call me Maria.” I blinked once and then twice, Mrs. Vargas? Was this Feliciano and Romano’s mother? She looked over to me puzzled by my lack of response. “Hello? Chica? Are you ok?” I nodded, cheeks burning yet again.
“Yes, I’m alright thank you.” The woman nodded before turning back around. I thought for a moment, what an odd person Mrs—Maria was.
“Aren’t you going to help me? Isn’t that why you came down here in the first place? Nosey?” I blinked before pressing my knees right beside her own.
“What do you need help searching for—“ I noticed the small basket of grapes situated besides her, her fingers were dyed a deep purple. “Oh.” I grabbed under the bush, my hands filled with lushes, ready to harvest, berries.
“I’m preparing wine, today is a very special day.” I stared at her, a look of concentration on her face, I was astonished at how dedicated she was, the barrels further south from us telling me that she’d been out here for at least three or four hours. “Aren’t you going to ask what today is? It will effect you if you marry my little Romano.” Her gaze still absent I nodded.
“Yes…why is today so special and….” I didn’t know how I felt about the second response.
“Today is my anniversary with my husband. We’ve been married for over forty years.” I smiled dreamily, I wished that I could have a marriage that lasts that long, I could see it now, my hands aged held tightly in the grasp of my husband. Romano’s face appeared, somewhat grayed, a warm smile on his lips. I shook that image away and replaced it with a scornful, dejected Romano who was glaring at me. Much better. “His favorite type of wine is the type that I make, I don’t know why but he only drinks my handmade bottles, says he hates any other kind. So every year on this day I make it, from dusk to dawn I spend the day preparing it so that he can drink it with dinner, which he prepares in return.”
“Like a duo?” I pressed out, she nodded a beatific smile on her lips.
“Like a tag team duo, I make the wine, he makes the food and all is well.” She lets out radiantly. I wonder if I’ll get to meet their father as well, I bet his fantastic. “I suppose this is when I ask how you take Romano?” She lifted up her large pail filled with grapes.
“I…he’s different..” I let out dejected, I didn’t want to offend this woman but Romano was donkey shit. She nodded, her face turned to the barrel which she was refilling.
“So you don’t like him, si?” I shook my head before rising quickly. “It’s ok, he gets that a lot although he really is a great boy when he wants to be one. He’s just….difficult to get to know.” I nodded, pouring my own pails contents into the barrel.
“I guess….I just wish he’d give me a chance….the jerk.” I let out, she let out a hearty chuckle at this.
“Oh I know, my husband was like this when we’d first met, but I was able to defrost the ice in his heart.” So that’s where Romano gets his nature from, I could see it now, a younger version of Maria coxing an older version of Romano, I had no idea how she’d done it but I respect her for it. He must be hella grateful.
“Really..? Maybe I could give Romano another chance..” I mean I did beat his ass in the ring, I think that’s punishment enough.
“Can you help me push this barrel into that pile over there?” I turned to see a device that seemed to be used to squash the grapes into the juice used to create wine. This seemed like it would be fun, to break down the grapes with our feet!
“Si!” I smiled brightly; Maria was slowly but surly gaining my affections. We were able to push the large barrel into the large round bin. I proceeded to take my shoes off when a confused Maria turned to me.
“What are you doing?”
“Aren’t we going to destroy the grapes!” I smiled excitedly.
“Haha, no no, we are going to use this device, it is much faster.” I turned to see a large metal contraption that began to pound at the grapes very quickly. I was so mesmerized that I didn’t notice a second figure make it’s way over towards us before it was too late.
“Nonna che ci fai qui così presto la matti—“ I turned over to see a worried Romano, still in his pajama’s consisting of a pair of tomato boxers, his six pa—chest bare. “Eh! principessa balena, what are you doing here?” I blushed scarlet before letting a rip.
“What the hell do you mean? I came out here to help your mother!” I called out hotly, it was amazing to see how fast Romano could bring me from zero to a hundred real quick. (real quick)
“Lovino Romano Vargas, watch your mouth.” Maria winked over to me, the young Italian grumbling angrily, “Apologize!”
“Lo siento…. principessa balena.” Maria looked appalled, she whacked him across the head causing his eyes to tear up, I couldn’t help but giggle historically.
“Go inside, tell your nonno that I want to speak with him. I expect you to come back fully dressed and ready to apologize properly Lovino, do I make myself clear?” Romano grumbled something back in Italian.
“Si nonna.” I tried my best to hide my appreciation and happiness behind a mask I’d put into motion. The only thing that was keeping me from high fiving the elder woman was my molars that were biting harshly on the pink of my jaw, oh this is just too good. Romano turned to throw me one last glare, obvious that he’d seen through my façade, his eyes set in a foreboding glare, his cheeks the color of vermillion.
I knew that I should have been worried but I couldn’t help but smile at this. I turned to his high held grandmother(?). “I apologize for his behavior, he is a good boy, really.” I nodded in understanding, although the tone in her voice told me that she just barely believed that. My smile faltered slightly but she ignored it, her worn forest eyes searched across my face.
“I understand, Romano is a tough cookie.” She giggled at this.
“Just like his nonno.” This still amazed me, the lay back Romulus was just as rigid as Romano at one point? “He was, well, until after we fell in love then he’d opened up very quickly. I suppose love can heal even the most stone of hearts.” I nodded, perhaps I just started on the wrong foot, now that I know how Romano can be I should be able to seep through his cracks to possibly cook his heart…..or microwave it which ever worked better was fine by me.
End of Chapter