Romano X Reader - Late night help

I got a call in the middle of the night. I looked at the time. 2:07 am. I groaned and answered it.

“Bella! You have to help us! It’s stuck and won’t be undone! Brother’s in my bed and ahh! It hurts! Stop pulling!” Italy screamed. Brother? Stuck? Pulling? Sounds right up in the Yaoi category. Japan would love this.

I got dressed and made my way to see Italy. I went right in his house. I’d been over hundreds of times so it wasn’t nothing new and he knew I was coming.

I went to his room and opened the door but before I did I heard, “Ahh! Brother stop! A. . . Ahhh,” Italy moaned.

I opened the door and Italy was panting. “I-Italy?” I asked nervously.

“(Name)! Can you please help?” Italy said moving both his and Romano’s curl.

“Oh, Hair. I so knew that,” I said.

I went over and sat on the bed. I started to mess with it a little and both men grew red and panted a little. “E-zone?”

“S-Si,” Italy said. He grabbed on to me and held me.

“Italy, this makes it harder to untie your curls,” I said.

He panted and so did Romano. He was being quiet. Weird. I got their curls free and then said, “There all done. You two should be more careful. How did this happen?”

“How should I know?” Romano asked rhetorically.

“We had a fight and it just happened,” Italy said.

I smiled. “Wow,” I said.

“Here I thought you’d be mad, bella. For me calling you so late. I know how about you go to sleep with us.”

“Uh, Italy, it doesn’t work that way,” I said.

“Why not?” he asked.

“Well you’re boys and I’m a girl. That doesn’t happen,” I said. “Besides you’re brothers. It’s common for that.”

Italy pulled me down and pulled the covers over me. “You’re joining us, bella,” he said.

“You’ll keep that potato bastard’s smell over there,” Romano said laying beside me. He put his back to me.

Then Italy laid beside me and grabbed my waist. Then we fell asleep.

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I woke up a little soon after I fell asleep. But I didn’t know why. But now when I opened my eyes I saw a shocked Romano. He was facing me.

“Romano?” I asked.

He looked shocked. “I was just making sure my idiot brother didn’t suffocate you,” he said. “But it’s not like I cared if he did.”

I smiled. “You’re really sweet, Romano. Even when you’re trying to act like you don’t care.”

He blushed. “Shut up, Idiot,” he said. I smiled. “Why are you smiling?”

“You’re really cute, Romano.” He blushed harder and looked away. I moved Italy’s arm and got closer. I grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

He was caught of guard but then relaxed. He wrapped his arm around me and got closer. He was so warm.

I pulled back but he didn’t want to. I put my forehead on his. “I’ve always like you, Romano. And I hate how everyone treats you. They forget about you and forces on Italy. Not me. I love you.”

“(Name) . . . ti amo troppo,” he said.

He then kissed me more passionately. I felt so hot and bothered. Absolute bliss.

He snaked his hand up my back and to my bra. I pushed back. “N-Not that fast alright? I mean Italy is right behind me,” I said.

He took me away from Italy and put his back to Italy. “I don’t care,” he said.

That old saying about Italian lovers? Yeah turns out it’s true. They are great.