Hetalia: Italy/Feliciano Vargas

It was a cold winter night. You were curled up in front of the fireplace, with your cat and a book. It was so peaceful… so quiet….

BANG BANG BANG….

Correction. It was quiet, till somebody started abusing your door…. You lazily got up to answer the door.

"What the hell do you want?!" You yelled as you flung the door open.

Germany stood on the other side, clutching something blue. It was too dark to see, not to mention the fact that it was snowing pretty hard.

"Oh, sorry Germany…" You quietly apologized.

He sighed. "It's alright [Name]. Can you do me a favor though?"

"Sure, what is it?"

Germany held up Italy by the back of his shirt.

"Can you take this idiot for a couple of days?"

"[Name]! Save me! Germany started yelling and chasing me, then the next thing I knew, I was being dragged around town!" Italy wailed.

"Uh… Sure…" You agreed, trying not to laugh or squeal. Spending the next few days with your crush? Yes please.

Germany sighed in relief before dropping the Italian in front of you.

"Thanks [Name]. Just feed him good food and he'll be happy."

"Will do." You said as you watched him walk away. You kneeled in front of Italy.

"Well Feliciano, are you just going to sit there, or do I have to drag you inside?" You asked, laughing.

"Ve~?" He looked up at you.

"Come on!" You said, rising and heading for the door. Italy followed shortly after you and closed the door.

"Well… Make yourself at home!" You said, turning to your friend.

"Okay! Which way is your kitchen [Name]?" He asked.

"Uh… That way, but why do you need my kitchen?" You replied, pointing in one direction.

"To make myself at home silly! I'm making pasta~!" Italy chirped, dashing off in the direction you pointed in.

You ran after him. "Feliciano! Can I help?"

"Ve~ Of course!"

Your cat followed closely behind you, causing you to stop and look at it. It was a stray you had taken in a few months ago. You remembered naming it Italycat, after Italy. It had his curl and acted like him in a similar fashion.

You picked Italycat up and continued making your way to the kitchen where you found the real Italy looming over a pot. Apparently, it didn't take him too long to find your supplies.

He turned towards you. "There you are [Name]! Oh, a kitty!" He cooed once he saw Italycat. You giggled as Italy ran towards you to see it.

"Can I hold it?" He asked kindly.

"I don't know…" You said, unsure. Italycat looked up at you and purred.

"Please?" Italy opened his eyes and begged. You stared into his golden eyes and handed over your cat.

Italycat seemed to like Feliciano, because it started purring louder.

"But not for too long! You're cooking right now, aren't you?" You said, trying to look past the Italian.

"No, not yet!"

".… Feliciano?" You started, wanting to confess your feelings.

"Yes [Name]?" He said, carefully cradling Italycat.

"…. Can I touch your curl?" You blurted. You mentally yelled at yourself.

"What?! No……" He whined.

"Why not? I won't pull it, I swear. I just want to see…"

"But it's… it…" Feliciano looked embarrassed as he tried to find the right words.

Italycat hopped out of his arms and trotted back to the living room.

"Well… If you don't want me to, then I-"

"I guess you can…" He mumbled quietly.

Come to think of it, you were kind of curious about his curl. You carefully approached him.

"Feli… If you're not comfortable… Then…" You started to say. Italy cut in.

"Don't worry [Name]. It won't hurt! I like you, so I know you won't hurt me."

What did he say?

"You like me?" You asked shyly.

"Uh huh~! Follow me [Name]!" He said cheerfully, walking into the living room. You followed him, millions of thoughts running through your mind. Before you could think clearly, you heard a patting sound.

Italy was sitting on the couch, patting an open spot to his right. You gladly took that spot as your heart raced. He placed an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in for a hug.

Italycat hopped up on Feliciano's lap and purred, wanting attention.

"We see you Italycat~" You said, laughing.

"Its name is Italycat?" Italy asked, tilting his head toward you. You realized the irony of this moment and blush.

"Y-yeah… It reminds me of you…"

"Well I think it- Nng...." Italy stopped talking and turned bright red. Why? Italycat was playing with his curl.

So that's what it's for…