Italy x Sick Reader

ItalyxSick!Reader

“Ughhhhhh,”

I groaned, as I laid my head back down on my bed.

“Honey, whining will not make that cold of yours go away,” Mom said, walking in my room, holding a glass of water.

“But mom, the anime club needs me,” I whined, trying to get up.

“you are not going anywhere young lady,” Mom said, sternly as she gently laid me bck down.

“But….,”

“No buts, you are staying here and that’s final,”

“Yes mom,” I grumbled, pouting.

“Aww come one, sweetie,” Mom said, holding up one of my hetalia dvds.

“At least, you can watch anime on your laptop, like hetalia for example,”

Mom knew how much of an anime fangirl I am, and she too is an anime fan herself.

“Ha, ha very funny,” I said, sarcastically.

“Well, I’ll leave you alone now,” Mom said, getting up, and heading to the door.

“If you need anything, just holler,”

I nodded as she left the room. I sighed as put in the disk in my laptop. I turned it on, which got hetalia started, immediately.

A couple minutes later…………

I laughed and giggled, as I watched some parts with Italy.  For some reason, Italy is my favorite character because I just find him adorable. I then began to feel sad, as I touched the screen.

“I wish you were real,” I thought.

My eyes then, began to feel drowsy, as I watched the parts with Italy. I then closed my eyes as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Timeskip……………………….

I was suddenly awoken by a crash coming from inside my closet, making me jump in fright.

“What the hell was that,” I thought, as I got out of my bed and walked slowly toward the closed, picking up a bat in the process.

I gripped on the door, taking a deep breath. I then forcefully open the door revealing a man with chesnut hair, with a curl sticking out and wearing a blue uniform. We both screamed, as soon as we saw each other. The man then began to get on his knees and begged.

“Wahh!!! Bella Ragazza!” The strange man cried.

“Please don’t kill me! Im a sorry for intruding in your home,”

“Who are you,” I demanded.

“And how did you get in my closet, without me noticing,”

“I am Italy or Feliciano Vargas,” The man replied.

My eyebrow rose, as I looked at him with confusion, unsure of wiether I should believe him or not.

“Im calling the cops,” I said, as I headed towards the door.

“Wait!” Italy cried, glomping from behind.

“Please don’t turn me into the policia! I’m too young and pretty to go to jail!”

I looked at him, as he looked back at me with pleading eyes.

“Alright, I won’t turn you in,” I said, finally giving in.

“Only if you can prove to me, that you are Italy and your not just some random pervert,”

“Okay, how bout some pasta, veee”

I gasped in surprise, as my eyes began to widen up more.

“Oh my god,” I said with surprise.

“of course, it is a me,” Italy said.

“Who wo……”

But what caught him off guard was when I hugged him, tightly making him gasp.

“It’s you! It’s you! It’s you!” I cried with joy and happiness, but only interrupted by a cough and I let him go.

“You okay,” He asked, looking concerned.

“I’m fine. Just a little sick,” I replied.

“________, who are you talking too,” Mom called outside my room.

I looked at Italy who just looked at me oddly.

“Uh…….Italy,” I said, making mom laugh softly.

“Okay, then,” Mom said.

“Anyway, I’m going to go grocery shopping, you want anything,”

“No thank you,” I replied.

My mother then left, leaving me with Italy, who looked at me with confusion.

“I’m __________, by the way if you want to know who I am,” I said.

“Nice to meet you, bella,” Italy said, kissing me on both of the cheeks, causing me to turn bright red like Spain’s tomatoes.

My stomache begant to grumble, causing met to blush even more.

“Are you hungry bella donna,” He asked, as my stomach growled more.

“I think my stomach just answered that question for me,” I said, blushing.

“Would you like some pasta,” Italy suggested.

“It will make your cold go away,”

I smiled warmly at him, and nodded.

“That will be fine,” I replied.

“Grazie, bella,” He said, as he waltz out of my room and I went to lie down on my bed.

The smell of garlic filled the air of the house, as I heard Italy taking out a few pots and pans

“Here you go, ________,” Italy said, coming in with a tray of a bowl of pasta.

“Thank you,” I said, as I sighed sadly.

I began to feel bad about not showing up at the anime club today, because I was supposed to bring the Bleach Movie; HellVerse for showing.

“Why so glum,” He asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked at him with confusion.

“When I was serving you pasta and I saw you sad, why is that,” He asked.

“It’s just that I felt like I let everyone down. I mean I’m supposed to be there but I’m not. And I was also supposed to bring in the Bleach Movie but I let everyone down,”

Italy placed his warm hand over mine, as he looked at me deeply in the eyes.

“Bella, don’t feel bad,” He said.

“just because your sick, doesn’t mean you have to feel bad about not showing up

“I do have to feel bad, its just that I let everyone down,” I said.

I felt a hand come onto my shoulder, as I looked up at Italy, giving me a warm smile.

“They’ll understand bella,” He said.

“It’s not the end of the world,”

I smiled and giggled, as he smiled in return. Just then, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. My eyes widened, as he kissed me, to which I gladly return. We then pulled back, to breathe some air.

“That was the best kiss ever,” I said, hugging him.

“Grazie, bella,” Italy replied, smiling sheepishly.

Italy then looked down at his watch and gasped, slightly.

“I’m sorry mi bella,” He said, as he began to climb out my window.

“But I must go! Germany and Japan are probably going to wonder where I have gone to,”

“Wait, do you have to go,” I asked, looking sad.

“Of course I do, bella,” He replied, looking at me sadly.

I began crying softly, as he hugged me in his arms, letting me cry.

“Shhhh, don’t cry mi bella,” He cooed, rubbing small circles on my back.

“Will I ever see you again,” I asked, looking at him.

“Of course you will, Bella,” He said, stroking my cheek.

“I’ll always be a part of you in here,”

He gestured his finger to the spot where my heart is at, making me blush.

“I’m glad, you kept me company,” I said

“I’m glad, too mi bella,” He said, giving me small peck on the lips one last time before he then jumping out my window. But not before he turned to me, blew me a kiss and waved.

“Ciao!” He cried, as he leapt out my window and landed with a thud.

I ran over to make sure he was alright, and thankfully he is. He had skillfully landed on his feet, and began running. I watched him go and disappear from my sight, and then walked back to my bed, with a smile on my face.

“Thank you…….Italy,”  I said, as I put my head on my pillow and went to sleep.

Timeskip……….

I woke up and found myself, still in my bed. I then got up from my bed, and began walking to my closet, to see if anything happened. I opened the closet door, which was empty and clean and sadly, no Italy. I sighed sadly, as I walked back to my room, and collapsed back on my bed.

“Had it been a dream,” I thought, as I looked up at the ceiling.

I sighed a sad sigh, as a few tears are close to coming to my eyes.

“I guess it is a dream,” I thought.

But then, I noticed a small pink card, standing on the right drawer of my bedside along with a vase filled with beautiful white daisies. I picked up the note and read it carefully.

Dear ________,
Hope these daisies will make you smile
Be sure to eat some Pasta
Get well soon,
Love Italy

“So it is real,” I thought, as my heart began to beat.

I shouted with glee, as I held the notecard to my chest.

“________,” I hear my mother’s voice rang.

“Are you fangirling again,”

I shoot up, as she entered the room.

“Yes, mom yes I am,” I replied, happily.

She then noticed the daisies, standing by my bedside, and smiled with glee.

“My, those daisies look very lovely,” She said.

“(n/n), where did you get them,”

“Just a friend,” I replied.

I felt my hand over my forehead which was no longer burning with a fever.

“Hey, my cold is gone,” I said.

“That’s great, honey,” Mom said, touching my forehead.

“Anway, what do you want for dinner,”

I suggested, in an Italian accent.

“How about some pasta,”