(I am so sorry this got out much later than intended! I couldn't think of an idea for the end!)

*Reader-chan's P.O.V.*

It was March, close to the end of the month, I might add. Guess what was coming up! DAMN APRIL FOOL'S DAY, THAT'S WHAT. I was currently hiding at the Italy brother's house, considering Spain would definitely come barging into my house with the BTT or blackmail me somehow. I mean, he DID see my Wattpad history...

Ever since forever ago, I had known the two Italians after they saw me screaming at the Olive Garden waiter who was

A. Trying to hit on me.

And B. Saying there was only one type of Italian, thus insulting Seborgians, Sardinians, and Sicilians. It goes like this.

Sardinia = Small island off South Italian coast.

Seborga = Micronation.

Sicily: City in South Italy that is VERY DIFFERENT THAN NORTH ITALY AND HAS THE MAFIA AND SHIT.

So I basically got myself banned from every Olive Garden in a twenty three point five mile radius. Dammit. Thus, I always had to cook for myself, and I was only good at making one thing.

How will this affect the story? Well, just wait you impatient little monster- I mean precious little reader. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. April Fool's day, and my crush on the fiery Southern Italian. I wanted to confess, but I'd seen what happened over the years to countries and humans who fall in love. In the words of France, "The love between a human and a country is never blessed."

Thank you, for summing that up. So! At the moment I was literally underneath the Italy brothers. How? Stop thinking so dirty, ya creeps! Well, I was under their couch and they didn't know I had snuck in with my spare key. Quite the interesting conversation, eh, more like battle, was entertaining a very sore me.

"Your crush could never beat my crush in a race!" Veneziano smirked defiantly, a strange look on him.

"My crush is Sicilian, of course she could! Any Italian of any type can outrun your crush!" Romano spouted with a red but confident face.

"Not as strong though~!"

"Your crush is a male, and a potato eating German bastardo at that! Most males COULD outlift her when it comes to strength. That's not a fair competition!"

"Baking. Between the two of them. They both only make one thing well, and that's baked goods! We'll settle this with a bake off between them." I was so curious and heartbroken. OBVIOUSLY Italy's mystery crush was Germany. No shit Sherlock. But Roma liked someone? A girl? Not me, obviously... I just have plain (h/l), (h/c) hair and dull (e/c) eyes. I dressed in (your favourite style of dress), and loved tomboyish things. What's so appealing about a weirdo like me?

"Fine. Baking competition it is." Roma grinned and they both stood up, running out. Probably to find their crushes. I crawled out from under the couch and stretched, popping my back.

"DAAAAMN! I'm sore! And hungry. Well, when in Rome!" I left off with a movie quote and walked into the kitchen. Pulling out a (favourite fruit) and a (favourite sugary food), I plopped on the still warm couch and flipped on the tv. The Princess Bride was on, and I eagerly watched. Everyone said it was a great movie, but I'd never seen it. A little over an hour later, the movie came to a close, with one of the funniest villain deaths EVER I might add. I was out of food, and Roma and Ita weren't home yet, so I fell asleep.

~Timeskip of The Sicilian Guy From The Princess Bride~

"When did she get here?"

"Did you lock the door?"

"... No."

"YOU STUPIDO IDIOTA THAT'S HOW SHE GOT HERE!"

"Shh! You're going to wake her up!"

"Damn right I am, we need her for the competition!"

"Fratello, she's probably tired! You know she's always working at (favourite store)!"

"Tsk, fine. But I'm staying here for when she wakes up!"

"More like you just want to get close to her and watch her sleep~!"

"SHUT UP YOU'RE STARTING TO SOUND LIKE THE PERVERTED BASTARDO WHAT HAS HE BEEN TEACHING YOU!?"

"SHHH! Dammit Romano be quiet or you'll wake her!"

Romano shut his mouth. When Veneziano curses.... All hell breaks loose. Well, wasn't this the interesting conversation I woke up to. Apparently I have to go to a competition?

...

...

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AM I THE ONE IN THE BAKING COMPETITION?! THAT MEANS...

ITALY ROMANO, LOVINO VARGAS THE KING OF TSUNDERES HAS A CRUSH ON ME. DA HELL.?! I tried not to fangirl then and there. Quiet footsteps squeaked from the floorboards. Italy was probably going to his room or something, but a warm hand touching my forehead almost made me scream bloody murder of fangirling. Romano brushed the (stray hair/bangs) from my face gently and left his hand on my cheekbone. He rubbed my cheek with his thumb. I cracked my eyes open and he jumped back.

"(Y-y/n)! You're awake.." I nodded slowly.

"Yeah."

"So, um, mi stupido fratello is making you and Ludwig have a bake-off." He looked a bit nervous.

"Sounds good to me." I said as I sat up and the tsundere scooted away, blushing.

"Later then." Romano mumbled and I nodded.

~Timeskip of Squiggly Thomas Edison~

Ludwig and I were both facepalming and tired. We just made cakes, cupcakes, and croissants. How much more did the brothers want us to make for France, Japan, and England??

"We have arr come to a consensus. The winner of the bake-off is..."

"Germany! Sorry, love." England game me an apologetic smile. I shrugged.

"Good job Luddy~!" Feli chirped and hugged the tall German. He blushed.

"Jou bake vell, (y/n)." He nodded with a smile. I smiled a bit back.

"Ah, bella ragazza.." Romano said from behind me. I turned, covered in flour and looked at him. His hands were stuffed into his pockets awkwardly, and he was looking down.

"Yeah Roma?" I asked and folded my arms.

"Do you know any Italian?" He replied quickly.

"A little... Enough to hold up a conversation. Why?" My eyes narrowed.

"Ti Amo." He sighed. My fave lit up like a light. That meant I Love You. Holy shit. He just confessed.

"TI FUDGING AMO ROMANO." I screamed a quite girly scream and glomped the Sicilian. He hugged back in minor shock.

"FVCK YEAH I GOT A GIRLFRIEND!" Romano yelled and I purred like a kitten. He laughed. "Come're bella."

"Eh?" The next thing I knew, his soft lips were on mine, and I was kissing back. We slowly pulled away after a few seconds.

"You're a good kisser, (y/n)~!" He cooed and I blushed.

"You were my first."

"Really??"

"Yup~!"

"Haha, I love you, (your nickname)."

"I love you too, (your nickname for Romano)."