Romano X Reader~ The Girl Nextdoor

Romano X Reader~ The Girl Next Door

You were always the girl next door, the one who Lovino could never summon up the courage to talk to. And when he did get the courage, you were out. You were out most of the time, so it was fair for Lovino to assume you had a pretty big social life. One day when Lovino came home, Feliciano was sitting on the couch next to a blanket that looked like it had been around someone.

"Someone here?" he asked. Feliciano turned to him and nodded

"Si~ The girl from- a next door, (Name)." he said, less bubbly then he usually was. Lovinos heart beat picked up dramatically. "She's- a pretty upset, so please be nice." the bathroom door opened down the hall and you walked into the living room, wearing a baggy T-shirt and short shorts. Feliciano stood up and hugged you a little "You ok, bella?" he asked

"I'll be fine Feliciano." you looked over his shoulder at him and smiled, though it wasn't your usual smile. You really were sad. "Hey Lovino." you said

"Hey, (Name)." he said casually

"(Name)," Feliciano said, looking at you sadly, "I'm so- a sorry. But I have to- a go do training with Germany." he looked at Lovino out of the corner of his eye, "But Romano will take- a care of you till I get back, ok?" you nodded and he headed for the door, stopping next to him, "Be. Nice." he growled at him slightly.  Something no one thought Italy could do.

"What's wrong?" he asked after Feliciano left. You looked down and sat down on the couch, wrapping the blanket around your shoulder. Lovino sat next to you, watching your grim face. "You ok ragazza?" he asked a bit gentler

"I was just attacked, on my way home." you say softly, "I was robbed, and almost killed." Lovino tucked some of your hair behind your ear, which made you break. A tear fell from your eye

"I'm so sorry, ragazza." he said gently as he could. You wiped the tear from your cheek

"Its ok, you weren't the one that did it." you said, with a small laugh. But the laugh felt wrong, causing two more tears to fall. Lovino pulled you close to him

"It's ok, bella." he said softy. You nuzzled your face in his neck, wrapping your arms around his torso. Lovino put a hand on the back of your head, feeling your hair was wet. "Is there anything I can for you?"

"Just stay with me." you said, sobbing slightly. He held you tighter against him. The two of you sat in silence for a couple minutes, listening to each others heart beats. But Lovino wanted to hear your voice

"What did your boyfrend do?" he asked, and he wasn't flirting. He was asking you honestly. But you laughed

"I don't have one." you said, "But thank you for thinking someone on this planet could find me attractive."

"Oh sorry." he said. "What, you don't- a think your pretty, ragazza?" you looked up at him in silence. "Bella, why not?"

"Because," you said, "I'm not." Lovino brushed the hair out of your eye, and stroked your hair

"Your very pretty, ragazza." he said, "You're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen." you stared at him with a small smile, Lovino leaned forward and kissed your forehead, "Do you- a believe me?" he asked, putting one of his hands on the back of your neck

"No." you said simply

"Why not, bella?" you shrugged

"I just don't."

"Well you are."

Lovino gently pressed his lips to yours. He was only going to kiss you for two or three seconds, and then pull away and apologize. But you kissed him back. You moved your hands from his waist to his chest. You could feel his steady heart beat, much slower then yours, which was as fast as a hummingbirds wings. But the beat seemed faster to him then to you. Your hands moved up to his face, then through his hair. Lovino quickly pulled away when your hand almost touched his curl.

"W-what's wrong?" you asked worried

"Nothing bella." he said before kissing you again. But you pulled away

"No, something wrong." you said knitting your eyebrows together nervously, "Did I do something?"

"No, no, no, ragazza." he said quickly, "It's just…" he blushed slightly, "You almost touched my curl."

"And?" you asked, your gaze moving to the gravity defying strand of hair

"And… well… just don't touch it." he turned your head slightly so you were looking at him, "Promise."

"I promise." you said quietly. Lovino kissed you again.

But the thought of his curl burned in your mind. Why didn't he want you to touch his curl? As much as you tried to push the thought out of your mind, you couldn't stop thinking about it. You quickly ran your hand past it, touching it slightly. Lovino deepened the kiss, moving his hands to the side of your upper back. Chills shot through your spine.  It that what the curl did?  Whatever the reason was, you kinda liked it.  You pulled the curl again.

“You- a promised you wouldn’t do that.” You looked at him, watching as he picked you up bridal style, “Now I- a have to teach you what happens when you pull my curl.”