Do Not Touch! || 1/2 Romano x Reader

[ Warning: SWEARING & LIME ]
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There it was, bouncing and twitching unconsciously.

Shining slick in the light.

Her eyes trailed every move, as it shifted left to right.

It stood erect in the air, standing strongly.

...Romano's curl.

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It was another day at the world meeting, and as usual, all that could be heard were screeching insults and choking sounds. The German who usually dealt with the chaos had not spoken yet and was instead handling another problem involving a hyperactive Italian.

[Name] was sitting bored as always in the hard plastic chair, watching with slight amusement as France and England repeated the same insults as the last meeting, and again, resulted in choking each other's necks.

Her eyes strayed to her right, and caught a little bobbing figure in the air.

She was staring at South Italy's little curl. A pastime she found herself doing a lot often. It wasn't like it was a crime. [Name] was somewhat friends with the cranky Italian. As friendly as one could get.

If they met in the hallways during the world meetings, he never really seemed to mind her company. But it wasn't like they would call each other and make plans or anything, which unfortunately, was a disappointment to the country who had developed a large crush.

Mesmerized, she followed Romano's little curl as the country moved his head disapprovingly at his younger brother. Almost everyone knew that the strand of hair was off limits.

They also had no idea why.

Only a small handful of people knew exactly what it did, and [Name] was not one of them. Most shrugged it off as another little thing that the snappy Italian was protective over, but the country of [Name] was curious after a small incident that had happened.

After being told sharply after that day to specifically 'not touch the curl ever', she was nothing but even more curious. She didn't want to break his rule. Especially when it he had said it straight to her face in such a serious tone. So she wasn't going to touch it.

But, there were definitely other things she could do to it...

Something she considered a loophole of sorts.

Shifting her chair away from the table, she stood up slowly and creeped behind the Italian. He was currently busy with a nagging Spain to his right, and was trying to pull his arm away from his grasp. [Name] swallowed hard and stood, shuffling towards the back of the grumbling country, mouth nearing the bouncing curl. As her lips neared it, she exhaled a shaky breath.

Bad mistake.

Romano straightened rigidly against his chair, capturing the attention of the Spaniard in front of him.

Oh my god.

It's too late to back out now. J-Just go for it!

Before he had time to even look behind him, [Name] leaned forward and quickly licked his curl, from the base to the tip. The response was unexpected.

A loud, throaty moan.

"Oh."

The room was utterly silent. All eyes were on the two of them now, and it seemed that everyone had understood what had happened. Romano didn't move.

By the looks of Spain's enthusiastic face, [Name] could only guess that his face resembled the reddest tomato in the world.

[Name] was absolutely horrified at the situation.

Okay. An awful idea. Fuuuudge, how do I fix this?

Before a solution came to mind, the Italian in front of her stood abruptly from his chair. There was no time to even squeak as he spun around and pushed [Name] down on top of the conference table. Papers flew to the floor as he trapped her beneath him.

"P-Please don't hurt me! I'm so sorry Romano! I'm really really sorry!"

[Name] begged sincerely, repeating apologies faster than his younger brother usually would. Romano glared at her, eyes filled with humiliation, rage, and...lust.

"I told you, not to touch it."

His voice was surprisingly husky, with a slight growl beneath it.

"B-But technically, I didn't touch it, I licked it!"

The words made her want to facepalm.

Luckily he didn't respond and only leaned down closer to her face. Absolutely horrified at his movement, [Name] wriggled under him and tried to get away.

I'm going to die! He's going to kill me! Help! Oh god please help me!! HELP!!

Without thinking, once again, she unconsciously reached out her hand and wrapped it around his curl, tugging...hard.

"..."

"...Roma-"

"CHIGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!"

Romano doubled over in pain. He crumbled on top of [Name] and was panting hard in her ear, face looking like a volcano about to erupt.

[Name] could hear the sound of several camera shutters, and she mentally reminded herself to murder some people when this was over.

He whispered to her with some trouble, "G-Goddamnit woman! What the fuck is your problem?!"

"I'm sorry! Oh my gosh I'm really sorry!"

With one stupid mistake after the other, she reached up and started to gently massage his curl, stroking it's length tenderly with feathery touches.

His breathing seemed to incline, coming in sharp intakes and irregular durations. Suddenly, as [Name] let the tip slip out of her fingers, his body pressed closer and his hips bucked towards her. He mumbled a satisfied groan and buried his face in her neck. Wet lips tickling her skin as he breathed in her scent.

"R-Romano?!" She removed her hand from his hair and clutched it near her.

Oh my god did he just-

[Name] couldn't finish the thought when she was suddenly lifted off of the table. She was placed onto Romano, legs hugging his hips with her arms wrapped around his neck. He turned sharply and headed for the door, pressing her body against him the whole time. She had the view of the world behind him, all countries staring with many expressions that made her wish she could explode. Without much of a choice, she hid her face into the crook of her crush's neck.

"Romano? Romano!"

When he didn't respond, she hesitantly used his human name. An intimate thing to do.

"...L-Lovino! Where are you taking me?!"

He stopped at the doorway, pausing before staring into [Name]'s eyes with a misty passion.

"Somewhere to finish the job you started."