ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Italy x Reader That's Not PASTA!
I've always been friends with italy and always ate pasta with him and his big brother Romano. So today instead of them making the pasta I did. "Hmm lets see pasta noodles check, tomato sauce check. Ok I'll I need to do is heat up the sauce and cook the pasta." Taking a pot and filling it up with water I set it on the burner to boil and add sea salt to it. When the water is boiling I open the bag of pasta and put it in. " There, now for the sauce." I open the can of tomato sauce and reheat it in the microwave. ( yea, yea I know gross right but that's how some pplz do it XP) once the pasta was done I drain it and put some on each plate and pour some tomato sauce on. I look at it very proudly thinking that its just like the pasta the Italian twins make.
Ding – Dong!
I open the door smiling and hug both of the boys Feli first then Lovi second. We start walking to the kitchen to get our plates and sit down to eat. I take a bite and notice it doesn't taste the same that they make it. Then Italy starts crying " THAT'S NOT PASTA!!!" oops guess I don't know how to make pasta.
~~~~~~ Romano's POV~~~~~~
" Ragazza wth is this?!?!!" when she said, " I made pasta." I couldn't believe it, this is NOT how you make pasta and TOMATO SAUCE. I sigh " Ok (name) how did you make this pasta and tomato sauce?" when Feli and I heard how she made this crap we knew that she only got one thing right, boiling the dried pasta noodles. I sigh " Fratello we need to teach her the right way ok. Only tonight you'll teach her how to make the pasta next time I'll teach her how to make the sauce si." My idiota brother shakes his head like a little child being serious and so now we're back in (name)'s kitchen getting ready to make pasta.
~~~~~~~~~~~ Italy's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~
" Ve~ (name) we mix the dough like this see," I couldn't help but giggle at (name)'s face when flour puffed up in it making her white as pasta, or how she concentrates really hard by biting her lip, ve~ her lips are so pretty wish I could…. No, no, no, no bad Feli bad don't think of bella that way. But I wish I knew how she feels about me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader's POV~~~~~~~~~~~
Sighing I finally get the dough right and knead it like Italy. *pant, pant* " Feli this is hard how are you able to do it," I whined of course Feli smiles at me and does the cutest thing ever. " Ve~ bella here like this," he came up behind me holding my hands helping me and showing me how to knead and stretch the dough. So close, soooo close I could die. He smells like collgon and spices it really made me want to stop and kiss him right then and there. Maybe I shou… no, no, no, no he's my friend I blush as red as a tomato. " Ve~ (name) are you ok," he asked me. All I could do was nod. Finally after making the pasta we could eat. I was fun making the food, but I still wanted to try something else Italian. Romano left before Feli so he and I cleaned up. " Um Feliciano," " Hmmm si (name)?" I blush bad knowing that when Italy says my first name he's listening intently. I sigh and take a deep breath. I pull him close to me and kiss him. Now when I pulled away Feli brought me back and kissed me with more passion. Finally after what seems forever we break apart panting for air. " Ti amo (name)," I smile and kiss him again " I love you too Italy." All in all I learned 2 things. One bagged pasta and canned tomatoes is NOT PASTA, and two Italian boyfriends taste better than pasta.
I've always been friends with italy and always ate pasta with him and his big brother Romano. So today instead of them making the pasta I did. "Hmm lets see pasta noodles check, tomato sauce check. Ok I'll I need to do is heat up the sauce and cook the pasta." Taking a pot and filling it up with water I set it on the burner to boil and add sea salt to it. When the water is boiling I open the bag of pasta and put it in. " There, now for the sauce." I open the can of tomato sauce and reheat it in the microwave. ( yea, yea I know gross right but that's how some pplz do it XP) once the pasta was done I drain it and put some on each plate and pour some tomato sauce on. I look at it very proudly thinking that its just like the pasta the Italian twins make.
Ding – Dong!
I open the door smiling and hug both of the boys Feli first then Lovi second. We start walking to the kitchen to get our plates and sit down to eat. I take a bite and notice it doesn't taste the same that they make it. Then Italy starts crying " THAT'S NOT PASTA!!!" oops guess I don't know how to make pasta.
~~~~~~ Romano's POV~~~~~~
" Ragazza wth is this?!?!!" when she said, " I made pasta." I couldn't believe it, this is NOT how you make pasta and TOMATO SAUCE. I sigh " Ok (name) how did you make this pasta and tomato sauce?" when Feli and I heard how she made this crap we knew that she only got one thing right, boiling the dried pasta noodles. I sigh " Fratello we need to teach her the right way ok. Only tonight you'll teach her how to make the pasta next time I'll teach her how to make the sauce si." My idiota brother shakes his head like a little child being serious and so now we're back in (name)'s kitchen getting ready to make pasta.
~~~~~~~~~~~ Italy's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~
" Ve~ (name) we mix the dough like this see," I couldn't help but giggle at (name)'s face when flour puffed up in it making her white as pasta, or how she concentrates really hard by biting her lip, ve~ her lips are so pretty wish I could…. No, no, no, no bad Feli bad don't think of bella that way. But I wish I knew how she feels about me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader's POV~~~~~~~~~~~
Sighing I finally get the dough right and knead it like Italy. *pant, pant* " Feli this is hard how are you able to do it," I whined of course Feli smiles at me and does the cutest thing ever. " Ve~ bella here like this," he came up behind me holding my hands helping me and showing me how to knead and stretch the dough. So close, soooo close I could die. He smells like collgon and spices it really made me want to stop and kiss him right then and there. Maybe I shou… no, no, no, no he's my friend I blush as red as a tomato. " Ve~ (name) are you ok," he asked me. All I could do was nod. Finally after making the pasta we could eat. I was fun making the food, but I still wanted to try something else Italian. Romano left before Feli so he and I cleaned up. " Um Feliciano," " Hmmm si (name)?" I blush bad knowing that when Italy says my first name he's listening intently. I sigh and take a deep breath. I pull him close to me and kiss him. Now when I pulled away Feli brought me back and kissed me with more passion. Finally after what seems forever we break apart panting for air. " Ti amo (name)," I smile and kiss him again " I love you too Italy." All in all I learned 2 things. One bagged pasta and canned tomatoes is NOT PASTA, and two Italian boyfriends taste better than pasta.
Literature
ItalyxReaderxGermany - Airplane Stickers
--Reader's POV--
"Ugh," I groaned as I reached for my bottle of Midol. "I hate this time of the month."
I always hated periods; I mean, what girl doesn't? Those stupid cramps and headaches would always leave me at my wit's end. And, like every other female on God's green earth, I was never myself during my cycle.
After taking a pill I crashed on the couch, trying to get some shut-eye. It only lasted a few moments, however, until Feliciano barged through my front door, using a spare key.
"Ciao, sorella!" he said to me with that sweet smile of his.
I opened my eyes. "Hi, Feli," I groaned, irritated. "You come here alone? 'Cause I know
Literature
ItalyXReader
The Best Thanksgiving.
"_______! _______, Ve! Come here~!" You heard the hyper Italian, Feliciano, yell from the kitchen. You rushed in there after hearing a crash.
"What'd you do know?" You groaned looking at the complete mess he'd made of the cranberry sauce. The jello-like food was splattered all over the floor, accompanied by a few pots and a spoon. You grabbed a towel and started cleaning up the mess as Feliciano gushed about you not killing him, "Feli! Just stop would you?! Get out of the kitchen now! I can clean this up myself and I don't need you getting in the way right now!" You snapped. Feliciano had a look of surprise on his f
Literature
He Healed My Broken Heart : An ItalyxReader Fanfic
You were seven years old, but now eight since today was your birthday. "Mommy! Daddy! Come on! Let's go get some ice cream!" You shouted as your parents started to laugh. Just a few minutes ago, you found out that you were going to be a big sister after your mother told you that she's having a baby and she might come in about three months.
"... and then Josh ate three pizzas but he said he was still hungry! Can you believe that?!" You said chatting to your parents while your father was driving. You were having the best birthday of your life until something catastrophic happened.
"Honey, look out!"
"What?!"
Your parents said as you all s
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Yay another one up!!! I'm going to try to post more this summer! Ve~~~~!!! 0.0 Romano didn't cuss at all! Duhn duh dah!!
I own the story
I don't own Hetalia, Italy, or you
* wish I did own Italy ^_^*
Me: Fratello *glomps italy*
Feli: Ve~!!!!
we snuggle enough said!
I own the story
I don't own Hetalia, Italy, or you
* wish I did own Italy ^_^*
Me: Fratello *glomps italy*
Feli: Ve~!!!!
we snuggle enough said!
© 2012 - 2024 cutekitten1106
Comments28
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In