Italy x Reader: Curiosity

"Hey...Italy?"

"Ve~ Yes bella?"

You quirked an eyebrow at the word but shrugged it off.

"Say, can I play with your curl?"

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"Uh...Italy-?"

You screamed as Italy suddenly cut you off and bolted past you, running incredibly fast down the street.

You spluttered. "What the hell?"

....

You sighed, eyes darting everywhere in search of a crimson-brown head of hair.

Ever since you had asked Italy if you could touch his curl, he'd been avoiding you. At first you thought he was just being shy (for you
touching a stand of his hair you didn't know why). That would have been entirely reasonable.

But this had been going on for a week and a half now.

If Italy thought staying away from you would subdue your curiosity he was dead wrong. If anything it just made it grow even further. Why did he and his brother have those curls? Why was he so protective over it? Did it do something?

You considered asking Romano but then immediately vetoed the thought. You got the feeling he wouldn't accept you pulling on his curl very well....He'd probably attack you...

So that left only one option. Corner Italy and force him to tell you using WHATEVER MEANS NECESSARY. (MUAHAHAHA)

...what?

....

"Attention!"

"One!"

"Two!"

Germany stood in front of Japan and Italy as they panted from the exhausting run he had just put them through.

"Number one!"

"Hai!" Italy popped up excitedly, suddenly not tired anymore. Germany sweatdropped. Italy could run extremely fast when he wanted to. Was he ever even trying...?

"Your task for the day is to uh...go in that room over there and not move," Germany stuttered, trying and horribly failing at acting natural.

Italy cocked his head in adorable confusion. "Hai?"

Italy scrunched his eyebrows as Germany led him into the room close by to the hallway they were standing in. Meanwhile you hid in the said room, giggling maniacally and waiting on the clueless attractive man so you could extract the information.

It had taken a lot for you to blackmail Germany into doing this, even making you take it as far as breaking into his house and stealing some of his...precious items.

Germany pushed Italy into the room, making him trip slightly on a chair.

"Crazy girl...making me do this..." He muttered underneath his breath, a question mark practically floating over Italy's head. Germany quickly shut the door, the sound of footsteps running away echoing.

Italy jumped in surprise. "Doitsu? Doitsu!" He tried to open the door but it was locked. Italy's lip trembled before he sighed comically, turning around.

"Ve~...What do I do now?" He asked himself out loud.

"I have an idea!" You said and laughed crazily.

"Y/N?!" Italy spun around but it was too late as you leapt out of your hiding spot and tackled him to the floor.

"Tell me what your curl does!" You screamed, pinning his hands to the floor. He struggled underneath you but you refused to let go.

"Waaa! Nooo!" He cried. You stopped, staring.

"No...?" You tested the word on your tongue like it wasn't in your vocabulary. Italy nodded reluctantly and you slowly let a cat like smile creep up your lips.

"I guess I'll just have to see for myself!" You sung. He gasped.

"No!" He wailed but you payed no heed, shifting so that your right elbow was still pinning his arm down but your wrist and arm was free to creep up towards his hair.

"No!!" You ignored him and continued to reach while trying to keep him down at the same time. You weren't sure what he was so worried about. It was just HAIR for Pete's sake.

"Bella, please!"

You paused at that, looking down at Italy. His eyebrows were slanted together and his cheeks were pink, tears pricking the sides of his closed eyes. Your heart panged.

"Italy..."

"Please Y/N." He said it softly, looking in your direction though his eyes were still closed, as always.

You let your grip loosen. "Ok...ok Italy."

He smiled gratefully and began to get up.

You smiled back before making a face and laughing, ruining the moment. "HAHA PSYCHE!"

"Wha-!" He started but didn't get to finish when you darted forward, grabbing the curling strand of hair.

"Gotcha!" You grinned. You looked down at Italy who was frozen still in shock. You frowned when nothing happened.

"Is that it?" You raised an eyebrow at Italy who nodded, though his face was red and he seemed to be holding something in. You furrowed your eyebrows before giving the hair in your palm a harsh tug.

"Ah!" Italy couldn't hold it in anymore, the weird purring noise eacaping his pink lips. Your jaw dropped.

Did Italy just...moan?

You tugged it rougher this time only to receive the same reaction, Italy's cheeks flushing dark red. You could feel your own face getting hotter now.

WAS THIS SERIOUSLY WHAT IT DID?! It was...it made them...aroused?!

Italy shuffled uncomfortably and you realized you were still holding onto his curl.

"Sorry!" You blushed, trying to let go but accidentally getting your finger tangled in the hair. You cried internally at your clumsiness. How did someone get their finger tangled in a SINGLE STRAND OF HAIR?

When you tried once more to let go you tugged his curl violently in your efforts. Italy gave a strangled gasp and suddenly you found the world spinning, your back hitting the floor. You looked up to see that Italy had flipped your positions and was now hovering over you.

"Forgive me for this bella!" He said before leaning down and connecting your lips.

...WHAT?

After coming back to your senses you struggled underneath him in embarrassment, trying to pry your lips from his fruitlessly.  But when you actually observed the situation you noticed Italy was blushing as horribly as you, his form shaking nervously. You gently let your own eyes flutter close after a long moment, shyly kissing him back.

Italy seemed surprised at your compliance but soon was overjoyed, cupping your cheek and pressing his lips harder to yours. Your mouths fit like a puzzle, moving in sync slowly yet growing passionately. Before you even knew it Italy's body was settling firmer against yours and your hands were softly gliding through his hair.

Italy jerked when his curl was pulled the tiniest bit tighter as your fingers spread out into his burnt-red locks. His tongue slithered into your mouth and you gasped, only giving him more space. His hot lips pressed rougher against your own and you felt shivers climbing down your spine and somehow settling in your lower stomach. At your shiver Italy paused and seemed to force himself to retreat, his kisses gentler now and barely brushing your lips.

After a while Italy cupped your cheek and broke away, kissing everywhere on your face and making you giggle.

"Ti Amo Y/N," He said softly. You couldn't help but stare at him in wonder. You didn't know what he said but the way the foreign words smoothly rolled of his tongue had you captivated.

"What?" You ended up saying like a dork. Italy laughed before correcting himself.

"It means..." He opened his eyes, the beautiful rubies staring into yours. "I love you."

You were flabbergasted.

FLABBERFREAKINGGASTED.

Italy...Italy opened his eyes! You had never seen irises that beautiful before, his eyes were like shaded glass reflecting the brightest sunlight. You couldn't help the tears that began to blur your vision. He must have really meant it.

"Italy..." You choked. His jaw dropped.

"Waaa!! Y/N!! What's wrong with you?!! Was it something I did?!" Italy cried and you found it quite endearing. You speaked up before he could fully turn his freaking out into a complete meltdown.

"No Italy!" You consoled him and smiled. "I'm just really happy. I.." You gulped, closing your eyes. "I love you too!"

Italy was silent for a moment and you peeked open an eye to see his face. Italy gave you a strained smile.

"Ve~ I do love you bella but please let go," The last part was breathy and you squeaked when you realized your finger was still looped around his curl. "If you don't I don't think I'll be able to control myself."

Your face practically steamed as you quickly maneuvered the curl from up your finger as gently as possible. Italy bit his lip but said nothing.

He rolled from over you to beside you when you finished, hugging your figure close to him.

"Please don't ever leave me," He whispered and you were once more reminded of the emotional pasts these countries had.

"I won't," You whispered back, turning and pressing your forehead to his. "Never."

He seemed to basically beam in happiness and you chuckled.

"Thank you, bella," He said and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Nee...Italy. What does bella mean? Why do you keep calling me that?"

Italy seemed surprised but smiled. "Ve~...It means beautiful, Y/N."

You squealed and hugged him tighter.
"Really?! AHHH stop it!"

Italy choked in your hold, his airways cut off. "Y/N! Choking! Y/N!! CAN'T BREATHE!"