hetalia : country x reader

Blind!Reader - Romano

"Careful!" Antonio grabbed your hand before you could hit- well...whatever that was. "I told you to bring your stick,"

"I'll look like an old woman if I bring that thing," you grunted. "Where are we going anyways?"

"To mi amigo's apartment!" he said in a cheerful tone. As you and the Spaniard arrived minutes later, he guided you to the lift, and got in. He pressed whatever number he was supposed to while you waited beside him. The lift made a 'ting' sound and you heard the lift door opened. Antonio's hand, still gripping yours, lead you to wherever you are, and suddenly stopped.

Antonio knocked the door and soon enough it was opened by a man unbeknownst to you. "Hola, Lovi!" Antonio greeted in a mirthful tone.

"Ciao, bastardo," a rough voice greeted him back. "And don't-a call me that!" he huffed, his thick Italian voice showing.

"But it's cute, Lovi!" the Spaniard chuckled. "By the way, I want you to meet someone. This is my friend, _______!" he introduced you to him and you awkwardly held your hand out, only to accidentally hit him on the chest, not really hard. You felt heat rushing up to your cheeks, abashed as you quickly put your right hand back to its side, mumbling an apologize.

"L-Lo siento," Antonio gulped. "She can't see, Lovino," he explained to the confused Italian.

"S-Si, I-a understand," you felt him shuffled. "Come in. I'll make-a you something," you went inside with Antonio and sat on a couch with him. "I have pasta that-a I made an hour ago. I'll heat-a it up for a few minutes," uttered the Italian. "You want-a something to drink?"

"Anything!" the cheerful man answered for you and himself. You heard the other male grunted and his footsteps soon disappeared in the kitchen. You made a small conversation with Antonio, waiting patiently for the Italian. A while after that, he came back with two silver platters of pasta and two mugs of coffee.

"I've already had pasta, so enjoy-a yourselves I guess," you felt a soft thud as he sat on the couch the opposite of you and Antonio. You both enjoyed the pasta like Lovino said, uttering compliments about his cooking. After feasting on the pasta, the Spaniard felt unease, clutching his gut.

"I..l think my stomach hurts," Antonio gave a nervous chuckle, getting up. "I need to go to the bathroom,"

"Si, bastardo, it's over-a ther-" before Lovino could point, Antonio had already passed him in full speed towards the bathroom. The Italian muttered curses under his breath, irritated.

"Sorry, that's just plain Antonio I guess," you laughed lightly. "I know it's kinda late to say this, but nice to meet you. I'm ______. ______ ______," you smiled.

"Nice-a meeting you too. I'm Lovino Vargas," this time you slowly reached your hand towards it, trying to shake his hand. He extended his hand, almost touching yours when Antonio stumbled towards you and Lovino, scratching the back of his head. You quickly put them back on your side, just like before, as well as Lovino.

"Lo siento. My stomach was hurting badly but I'm fine now,"

"Si, good for-a you then," Lovino rolled his eyes, though unseen by you.

. . . .

You grunted, fussing as you searched for the button on the floor, pressing it. You heard a 'ting' sound and the elevator opened. You went inside, asking one of a few people in the elevator to press a certain button.

After a few minutes of randomly tapping your foot on the floor, the elevator door finally opened and you stepped out of it, remembering the steps you always took towards a certain room, walking with your oh so wonderful stick.