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ItalyXReader- Invaded by Italy

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(Name) stormed away from the crowd of countries, glaring at each and every one of them. Her eyes rested on the brunette was happily making a white flag. He was the guy who had randomly blurted out pasta. She sighted and opened the door to the room she had been given. That stupid (cute) brunette. Who did he think he was? The guy needed some serious help-

(Name) had been so busy she hadn't realized someone peeking into her room. She glanced up, surprised to see Italy hopping from one foot to the other. his curl bouncing around with him. She tried to glare at him but was interrupted by him jumping on her bed.

"Hi-a Bella!" (Name) blinked.

"My name isn't Bella" she snapped, edging away from the over enthusiastic italian. The italian blinked, tilting his head with a confused look plastered on his face. He stared at (Name) for a while before bursting into pears of laughter.

"Si Bella! You aren't called Bella, Bella!" He jumped up, a small smile playing on his lips. (Name) frowned at the secret.

"What does it mean?" She snapped.

"Do you want pasta Bella?" Italy skipped towards the door. (Name) frowned at the fact that he kept calling her something she didn't even know meant.

"No." She snapped. Italy blinked, his face dropping. Nobody said no to his pasta.... it just never happened. 

"But Bella my pasta is the-"

"I have bigger problems to worry ab-"

"One bowl of pasta coming right up, Bella" Italy interrupted hurrying out of the door. "Pastaaaa..." He mumbled to himself, his curl drooping a little. The Bella didn't seem to like him... at all.

(Name) grumbled to herself watching the bubbly little Italian skipping towards the kitchen. She glanced at the curl a little longer, her fingers twitching, she so badly wanted to pull it. She frowned at herself and sighted. A little plate of pasta wouldn't hurt.

The plate wasn't small though, and it was piled with pasta. (Name) had literally been dragged out of the room by the brunette.

"I am not eating such a big plate of noodles." Italy looked socked. His mouth falling open a little, his curl seemingly drooping even further.

"Bella, this is not a- noodled, this is a-patsaaa!" He wailed, his eyes turning watery. (Name) blinked and shrugged.

"Same thing." She grumbled. Italy shook his head and grabbed hold of her shoulders, almost shaking her.

"Pasta is pasta and noodles is noodles!" (Name) merely rose her eyebrow.

"Yeah... big whooping difference. Though I do prefer noodles..."

"Bellllaaaaa!" Italy wailed, big pearly tears dropping out of his eyes. (Name) blinked again, feeling for some strange reason guilty. She shuffled around in her chair.

"Fine fine. Sorry... Italy" She mumbled, crossing her arms. Italy sniffed. 

"Bella my name is Feliciano!" He chirped, sitting a bit straighter.

"My name isn't Bella, but do you listen?" (Name) muttered under her breath.

"Veeee! Now this means we can share the bowl of pastaa!!" He announced, pushing the plate in the middle, grinning. (Name) snorted.

"Suuuuure"

"I knew you wanted to Bella!" (Name) raised her eyebrows.

"Not really Ital-"

"Feliciano." He interrupted. (Name)  scowled.

"Well, whatever, I am not eating a bowl of past-!" Her sentence was interrupted as Feliciano showed the fork of noodles in her mouth. (Name) tried to spit it out.

"Eat it bellaaa!" Italy whined, covering her mouth with his hand. (Name) was forced to chew. She gulped. The taste wasn't bad, it wasn't bad at all... "Like, Love?" Feliciano chirped, hope shining in his hand.

"No." (Name) snapped, the Italian's face dropped and his lips started quivering, (Name)'s her tummy betrayed her and let out a growl. She blushed. Feliciano's signature smile appeared.

"Bella, you look-a so cute when you blush and like my pasta, veeeeee" (Name) stood up, her face turning red. 

"I am going." She snapped and ran to her room.

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(Name) sighted, turning in her bed, she couldn't get that stupid italian out oh her head, or his stupid pasta. A sight escaped her lips.

"Why so sad bella?" A voice piped up, (Name) jumped and stared around. The italian was making himself comfortable on her couch.

"Feli..." She growled. "Get-out-now" Feliciano looked a little disappointed at the reaction.

"No." He pouted. (Name) narrowed her eyes.

"10...9....7...6...-"

"That's-a not how it goes Bella!"

"2...0" Italy rushed out. (Name) glared at him and sank back into her bed, grumbling.

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The next morning (Name) found herself in front of the countries again. She folded her arms, trying not to look too weary.

"Did Ma chère not get any sleep?" The frenchman leaned forward, a little smile playing on his face. (Name) narrowed her at him. "ne prenez pas cher tellement en colère (Don't get so angry dear), though you look very cute angry...ohohohon" (Name) got up to kill the blond guy but realized to her misery that there was glass separating her. In case she tried to get away...

"So dudette, who d'you chose?" (Name) sighted.

"Was this really necessary?" She asked, pointing at the glass. Everyone nodded. (Name) spotted Italy walking in, he smiled.

"Bellllla! Come stai?" The bubbly italian spread his arms, in order to hug her, instead he bumped into the glass. He blinked. (Name) snorted. Tears started streaming down Feliciano's face.

"Not funny!"

"Shut it pasta-head."

"Paaasttaaaa"

"noodle-brain" (Name) muttered, waiting for a reaction.

"But Bella, I don't like noooodles!"

"It's the same as pa-"

"No it isn't." Italy pouted. "Veee....Ragazze carine sono così stupidi (Cute girls are so dumb)" He muttered. (Name) frowned.

"Back to the question. Who do you chose love?" (Name) stared at everyone. She sighted.

"Fine. Italy." She mumbled. Feliciano blinked.

"Veeee, Bella you do like me!" He found a way into the glass section, ready to hug her. (Name) dodged, but the italian tackled her into a hug. "Now we can live happily ever after and eat pastaaa!" He babbled, (Name) rolled her eyes. Germany nodded.

"Great, you can take her along for training too." Italy wailed and dragged (Name) away.

"We'll celebrate with pastaaa!"

"Pfft. Is that the only thing in your head?"

"And ragazze like you!" (Name) narrowed her eyes.

"Tell me what all that italian babbling means" She ordered.

"hehe mai, Bella."


I'm so sorry for how late this is! I have no excuse! Happy holidays! Finally the summer holidays are here! Yeey On happier notes Feli likes you better than pasta!

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Welp this one should be easy to over throw