South Italy/Lovino Vargas x Reader: Stupido Curl

I'm going through a bit of a Hetalia phase... For those of you who don't know, South Italy is Romano!

Enjoy~!

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"Please, Lovino!" You begged, folding your hands in front of you in a begging motion as you stared up at the usually-angry brunette pleadingly. He kept his gaze locked on the tomato magazine he was currently reading, ignoring you.

"I'm begging you!" You continued. "I don't want to go to the party alone!" Lovino ignored you again, flipping over to the next page of his magazine. If anyone else had been asking him, he would've flipped out, but since it was you — his girlfriend — he had managed to keep his cool, and ignore you instead.

"Pretty please...?" You asked, making puppy eyes. Lovino looked at you from the corner of his eyes before averting his gaze back to his magazine, blushing slightly by how adorable you had looked while pouting. "With a tomato on the top...?"

Lovino's hands trembled slightly. He really wanted to give into your puppy eyes, but he forced himself not to, even though it was incredibly hard.

You let out sigh, closing your eyes for a second before opening them again, a smirk plastered to your face. You didn't want it to come to this, but you didn't have a choice. You reached for his curl, stroking it softly. Lovino instantly dropped his magazine, his eyes widening and a bright red blush covering his cheeks.

"I-idiot ragazza (girl), I-a told you-a not to touch-a my curl!" He stuttered, causing your smirk to only widen.

"You sure you still don't want to come with me to the party~?" You asked, rubbing your fingers up and down Lovino's curl. His breathing hitched and he grabbed a hold of the couch beneath him, clawing at it slightly as he nodded furiously. He bit his lip harshly, trying his best to keep in his moans.

"You sure about that, Lovi~?" You twirled his curl around your finger, causing him to let out a small moan and arch his head back in pleasure, his blush darkening. You gave Lovino's curl a slight pull, causing him to let out a louder moan and instantly exclaim,

"I'LL-A GO!" You smiled proudly to yourself as you let go of your boyfriend's curl, letting out a satisfied "hmph" as you walked away to get ready for the party.

Lovino just sat there for a few seconds as he regained his breath, before getting up and leaving to get ready for the party, muttering multiple colorful curse words as a blush was still obvious on his cheeks.

"Stupido curl...!"