Italy X Reader The boy with the curl
''Veee~'' you remembered him so clearly. He was remembered as 'the boy with the cute curl'.
On a warm day, you were walking through the neighborhoods and came across a slightly taller man (compared to you). His hair was a rich blonde and was slicked back. He had a serious face and walked as though he were in anger. Behind him, you saw cute boy (not that much taller than you were). He smiled really brightly and acted as though he were a child. ''Let's go play football Germany~ Football~'' you thought his voice was really cute. After passing him, you began to walk slower just in case he looks back at you.
As you continued walking, you felt a tap on your shoulder. ''Veee~~'' it was the boy! He smiled brightly at you. ''Hello
'' you say smiling with him.
''My name's Felicano Vargas, but you can call me Italy, Veee~~~ Today's so beautiful
beautiful just like you!'' He talked in really fast. He had an Italian accent that made you giggle a little.
You blushed and thanked him for his compliment.
''My name's ___________, it is nice meeting you
Italy.'' You spoke sweetly to him, smiling after everything you said.
''Italy!'' the man with the slicked hair came and pulled Italy behind the collar. ''Let's go
''Bye bye!~ Veeeee~~~'' he smiled so brightly at you.
Giving him a silent goodbye, your face flushed.
From that moment, you realized that you had a sudden crush on Italy!
funny, sweet, and adorable~'' you wrote in your journal as you got back home. ''That boy with the curl