Romano X Reader: Learning Italian

Romano X Reader
Learning Italian

"Now, bella, repeat after me; arrivederci~"

"A-arrive… arrive-what?"

The usually bubbly Italian sighed, shaking his head. You'd been sitting at Feliciano and Lovino Vargas' kitchen table as Feli unsuccessfully  tried to teach you his native language. Even though Feli had only tried to teach you the basics so far, you were having a fair bit of trouble.
Lovino, who was torn between being disgusted and amused at your failure, would swear and criticise you whenever he felt he felt it appropriate and FYI, that was a lot.

"C'mon bella, it's arriveder-"

"FRATELLO!" Lovino shouted from across the table, catching both you and Feli of guard. "You can't teach the idiota to say 'arrivederci' if she can't even roll her damned r's!"

You gave a snort of laughter as Feli's expression turned to one of a kicked puppy, but instantly regretted it when Lovino turned to scowl at you.
"And YOU, dumb-arse, LEARN TO ROLL YOUR DAMN R'S!!!" He yelled, standing up and slamming his hands on the table. "You're fucking butchering my beautiful language and I do NOT appreciate that, arse-wipe!"

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It'd been about half an hour since Lovino's little outburst and much to Lovi's dismay, Feliciano had left, leaving him to supervise you. Although you and Lovino had been best friends since you were in primary school, you barely knew three words of Italian, needless to say, you were sick of Lovi whining about it. Truth be told, you weren't all that interested in learning Italian, but if it was for Lovi, you'd try anything once.

So there you were, leaning back in your chair, your feet resting on the table, still trying to roll your r's.
"Rrrrrrrr- ra. Rarrrrrrr rararar. Ra… ra… RAWR!" You yelled, crossing your arms on the table and burying your head in them.

"_____, you stupido ragazza, what the hell was that?"  Lovino yelped, getting out of his chair and walking over to you.

"I give up, Lovi. I don't even wanna learn Italian…" you sighed. "Well, I wanna learn Italian but I wanna focus on the cool stuff, y'know?"

Lovino blinked, shaking his head in confusion. "The cool stuff? And what might that be, ragazza?"

You lifted your head to look at him and blushed when you realized that his face was mere inches away from your own. You looked down to a avoid meeting his chocolate-brown eyes.
"Y'know," you said, "swear words 'n' stuff."

You looked up to see Lovino, eyes widened and a huge grin taking up the vast majority of his face.

"Tu…" he breathed, his deep amber eyes locking with your own (e/c) ones. "…siete perfetti."

"W-what does tha-" you began but were cut of by the lips of a certain Italian. Your eyes widened as Lovi gently placed his hand on the back of your head and he began to kiss you softly.

Just as you began to kiss back, Lovi pulled away, his face redder than one of Antonio's precious tomatoes.
"You… you're so perfect." He said, translating what he said earlier.

Hearing this, you gained your own wicked blush to rival Lovino's. Had Toni been there, he would've had a field day.

"Damn it!" Lovino growled as he began pacing the length of the room. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

You stared at the feisty Italian in disbelief. What the hell was he doing? I mean, he kissed you, which, you were totally not expecting. And then the whole "perfect" thing? Where did that come from? But let's be honest here, it's not like you weren't enjoying it. Lovino never said that sort of thing to anyone. Something had to be up here. And you were going to get to the bottom of it… and then learn some swear words.

You stood up and walked over to where Lovino was  pacing, still muttering obscenities under his breath. You reached out and grabbed the Italian's hand so that he turned to face you.

"Mate, calm down." you said, looking him square in the eyes, your expression one of great confusion. "Seriously Lovino… what the hell's all this about?"

Lovi groaned, planting his hands on your shoulders and lowering his head so that he could look you directly in the eyes. "Il mio dio, ragazza, you really are dense." He sighed, and paused for a moment, thinking over his words.
"I kissed you before, right?" He said, his blush renewed.

You nodded slowly, not entirely sure where this was leading.

"Correct. And why do people kiss each other?"

"Uhhhh…" you hesitated. "Because they can?"

"Idiota, no!" Lovi snapped. "Because they're in love! People kiss when they're in love, damn it, _____!"

You stumbled backwards, shocked. Was he serious? He... loved you?
"You... what? Me? Really?"

Lovino chuckled, looking down. "Yeah, ti amo." He took a deep breath and if it was possible, his face got even redder as he opened his mouth to continue. "And don't ask me what that means 'cause I damn well know you know what it means."

"Lovin-" you began but were cut of by Lovino's ranting.

"I mean, you're perfect. Too perfect and it drives me fucking crazy. You drive me fucking crazy. You're nuts! Okay, so maybe you're not that perfect. But I like you anyway." He trailed off, still looking at the ground.

"Oh Lovi-" You opened your mouth to talk, but again you were cut off.

"Don't asked me to say it again!" Lovi snapped, looking up at you again. "Because, damn it, that was hard enough the first time!"

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. That was just like him to say something totally sweet and then to get all defensive about it. It was adorable.
"Lovi, you dumbarse."  

And then you did something that neither of you expected.  You reached forward, grabbed Lovino by the collar and pulled him in for a quick, yet passionate kiss.

As you began to pull away, Lovino moved his hands to you hips and rested his forehead against yours.
"Ragazza," he breathed,  looking at you through half lidded eyes. "What the hell was that?"

You giggled softly. "That was a kiss, idiot. Y'know, 'cause that's what people do when they're in love."

What happened next almost melted your heart. Lovino's lips curled into a rare, genuine smile as he pulled you into a tight, yet gentle hug.

"Hey Lovi," you said, as you felt him playfully nuzzle his face into your neck.

"Hmm?"

"Let's go swear at some Germans. What do ya say?"

At that, the Italian's head shot straight out of your neck to reveal the biggest grin you'd ever seen plastered upon his face.
"Y'know what, ragazza? I'd love to."

The End