Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

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Hello all, this is going to be a N. Italy x Reader.  I mentioned Seborga,  of whom I named Armani, which means free man, don't like it, bite me.

I apologise if it is boring.

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(y/n) has been sitting at the table for a while. The (h/c) (girl/boy) was waiting  on their lover. Actually they have been there for close to two hours and appeared close to tears from the pressure of the looks that the other customers were casting towards the disheveled person. 

Feliciano was there to pick-up the food that his brothers wanted from the restaurant, it was a rare occasion that Feli's younger brother Armani visited. The Italian noticed that there was a person sitting alone at a table for two. They looked about fed up with waiting, so Feli sat down across from (her/him).

"I'm-a sorry I'm-a late tesoro ((darling)). I had to-a deal with my boss again. He-a wanted me-a to-a do-a more overtime." he spoke loud enough for the others to hear it and smile with relief for the (lass/lad). Then the Italian man leaned forward and took hold of their hand and spoke just above a whisper with his eyes opened just enough for them to see he was serious. "My-a name is-a Feliciano Vargas, but you-a can-a call me-a Feli. Whoever did-a this is-a not-a worth your time-a." 

"(y/n). Thank you for this Mr. Vargas." Their voice was just above a whisper. Feli chuckled softly.

"Nonsense. I only did-a what any-a decent person would-a do-a, and call-a me Feli, I insist." He smiled at the person across from him. 

~timeskip brought to you by France and his fabulous hair~

Feliciano had just paid for the food and decided to walk (y/n) home. 

"Tesoro, who-a were you-a waiting on?" the Italian asked with a concerned smile. His eyes had gone to their usual state of closedness, but of course they could feel the warmth from his gaze.

"My fiance(e)." (y/n)'s voice was heavily laced with disappointment.

Their conversation carried on after that small awkward moment. Then they reached (y/n)'s home. They grabbed the Italian's sleeve. 

"Um, Feli, may I stay at your place?" The question was so sudden, regardless he nodded.

"I'm-a guessing that that is-a not your car." He pointed towards the hot pink convertible in the drive, next to (y/n)'s more sensible bug. "What-a do they-a drive?"

"A pick-up." 

"Give-a me your ring." (y/n) did so with a nod. Feli took the ring and placed it in the mail slot at the door, through which the sounds of heavy love making can be heard. The Italian gritted his teeth and turned to walk (y/n) to his own place.

~timeskip ~ five years later~

Feliciano and (y/n) were having a romantic dinner in the restaurant that they had first met in. Then a voice that belonged to someone that (y/n) did not miss ruined the adorably happy couple.

"(y/n), baby, take me back. I screwed up please." Ignored

"Feli, I have some news!" (y/n) beamed at the Italian man before (her/him).

"(y/n), I'm desperate. Please." Ignored again.

"What is it mi amore?" He asked with a soft smile.

"Please-"

"I'm expecting-"

"You slut, you wouldn't even let me touch you!" Ex of the century grabbed (y/n)'s hair and pulled hard. "Oh I get it, you're  a golddigger."

Feli's eyes opened so that the person who dared to harm his spouse will know the error of their ways. "Get-a your filthy hands-a off of (her/him)." The Italian was not above violence to protect the person he loved, which was overlooked due to the fact that his usually happy-go-lucky demeanor made others, especially Ludwig, look down on him for being weak. Thankfully Feli paid attention during the self-defense class that Basch, the Swiss coworker of the Italian's, had made him take, so the Italian is prepared to open a can of Whoopass on some punk.

The attacker sensed the aura around the Italian. They dropped (y/n) and left quickly, calling out apologies as they did so. (y/n) giggled, the last time that (she/he) saw Feliciano like this was when (her/his) cousin, Arthur, tried to make pasta.

"Tesoro, what were you saying?" asked Feli after he looked (her/him) over for any injury.

"I'm expecting my aunt to leave my new cousin in our care." (y/n) smiled.

"You-a have a new cousin?" Feli's head tilted slightly to the side.

"He was born yesterday. His name is Peter, and she can't take care of him." (y/n)'s face turned downcast. "Please. He could be the only Kirkland that can cook amazing pasta."

"Tesoro, if that is-a what happens then-a I will be-a happy to-a have met you. I already am."