Bellissima [1/1]
anonymous
July 21 2010, 16:14:44 UTC
"Signorina!" Italy may not be good at much in the athletic department, but he is good at running. Running away is his expertise, but he's just as skilled at running after people if he needs to. He ignores his brother's shouts behind him that what he's trying to do is stupid and dangerous, because there's no way that what he wants to do could turn out badly, right?
Belarus seems to be ignoring him, sure, but she probably just can't hear him! After all, he wasn't very close until just a few seconds ago. A few more seconds, and he's just close enough - close enough to smack straight into her back, that is.
Miraculously, Belarus doesn't even wobble; she merely turns around and stares at Italy as he picks himself up off the ground and brushes himself off. His smile has gone down a few watts, but that doesn't change its sincerity.
Not that that really matters to her. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to tell you," Italy begins, panting a little (but still smiling!), "that you're really pretty!"
She stares at him, and he stares back with a dopily hopeful expression.
"And?"
"And…that's all, bella!" Italy can barely get the last word out before Belarus grabs him by the collar and holds him up roughly. "I - I can't -"
"You want something," she hisses, shaking him a bit. "Tell me what it is."
"No! No I don't want anything please don't hurt me!" he whimpers.
She continues glaring at him but loosens her hold a bit. "Then why would you give compliment?"
"I - I just think every girl deserves to be told she's beautiful…" He beams at her as best as he can through the fear. "And you're really, really beautiful!"
It's very strange. Belarus never hears such simple, sweet sentiments from men. Of course, it's probably indicative of a simple mind, and she still only wants her brother, but she puts him down and studies him. Italy is shaking, though whether it's from relief or an urge to flee is uncertain.
"You live in warm country, da?"
"Well, my brother's half is warmer, but -"
"Brother likes warm country," she says, cutting him off and grabbing him roughly by the forearm. "Take me there. Date."
"A - all right!"
Italy doubts that Romano will appreciate him taking Belarus to his house in the south, but surely he'll understand.
The Hetalia random pairing generator gave me N. Italy/Belarus, so I decided to just go with it. Who knew that'd be the pairing I'd find inspiring.
Belarus seems to be ignoring him, sure, but she probably just can't hear him! After all, he wasn't very close until just a few seconds ago. A few more seconds, and he's just close enough - close enough to smack straight into her back, that is.
Miraculously, Belarus doesn't even wobble; she merely turns around and stares at Italy as he picks himself up off the ground and brushes himself off. His smile has gone down a few watts, but that doesn't change its sincerity.
Not that that really matters to her. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to tell you," Italy begins, panting a little (but still smiling!), "that you're really pretty!"
She stares at him, and he stares back with a dopily hopeful expression.
"And?"
"And…that's all, bella!" Italy can barely get the last word out before Belarus grabs him by the collar and holds him up roughly. "I - I can't -"
"You want something," she hisses, shaking him a bit. "Tell me what it is."
"No! No I don't want anything please don't hurt me!" he whimpers.
She continues glaring at him but loosens her hold a bit. "Then why would you give compliment?"
"I - I just think every girl deserves to be told she's beautiful…" He beams at her as best as he can through the fear. "And you're really, really beautiful!"
It's very strange. Belarus never hears such simple, sweet sentiments from men. Of course, it's probably indicative of a simple mind, and she still only wants her brother, but she puts him down and studies him. Italy is shaking, though whether it's from relief or an urge to flee is uncertain.
"You live in warm country, da?"
"Well, my brother's half is warmer, but -"
"Brother likes warm country," she says, cutting him off and grabbing him roughly by the forearm. "Take me there. Date."
"A - all right!"
Italy doubts that Romano will appreciate him taking Belarus to his house in the south, but surely he'll understand.
The Hetalia random pairing generator gave me N. Italy/Belarus, so I decided to just go with it. Who knew that'd be the pairing I'd find inspiring.
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(Also, holy shit, there are so many fills! This requester!anon is so very happy and maybe we should all go poly and get married, yes?)
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short but really cute :D thank you for sharing :D
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ReCatchpa: of Alcorn (um...wtf catchpa?)
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