Around The World ( Hetalia X Reader)

Pasta Crisis ~ N. Italy X Reader

You were ripped from your peaceful sleep by your Italian boyfriend's devastated wail. You shot up from your shared bed and ran through your appartment following the wails that were coming from the kitchen.

You froze in the archway leading to the kitchen. The kitchen was a mess. Pots and pans were strewn out across the floor, flour coated the counters and walls, the fridge and pantry door were wide open, food spilling out of both.

Then there he was, curled in a ball on the floor, weeping amidst the mess.

"Feli!" You gasped, stumbling over to him, sinking to your knees and turning him onto his back so you could see his face. "What happened? Are you ok?" Panick seeped into your voice.

Feli opened his teary amber eyes and looked up at you. He reached up and cupped your cheeks in his warm hands."Oh bella..." He let out another heart breaking sob. You placed your hands over his. "We have-a run out of pasta~... whaaaaaa!"

You jerked back and stared at Feli. "Are you kidding me?" Your (e/c) eyes narrowed as you stared down at your boyfriend. "Did you seriously give me a heart attack over pasta?!"

He nodded sadly. "Yes, bella."

"Feliciano Vargas!" You exclaimed, standing up. "What were you thinking? I told you only to scream during an emergency!"

Feli sat up, staring guiltily at his hands. "Scusate, (Y/n)."

You sighed and stared down at him. Sighing, you ruffled his silky hair. "It's fine. I forgive you, bello."

He looks up and smiles a toothy grin. "Ve~!" He sighs happily.

You roll your eyes. "Now," You extend a hand to him. "Let's clean up, get dressed and after that we can go and buy some more pasta."

"Sìì!" He cries happily, shooting to his feet. "You-a are the-a best fidanzata ever!" He placed a quick peck on the lips before rushing around the kitchen, picking up the pots and pans. You got a damp cloth and started to wipe down the counters.

"Ah, bella!" Feli called from the pantry.

"What is it, Feli?" You glanced over your shoulder.

His hand stuck out of the door, holding a blue box of spaghetti. "I-a found some!" He said joyously. You didn't respond. Feli stuck his head out from the pantry. "Bella?" He asked looking concerned.

You glowered at him squeezing the washcloth in your fist. "I am going to kick. Your. Butt."