So today had been the perfect day to go to the pool. And, of course, today was also the day that the weather decided to throw a completely random thunderstorm into your face. Te-freaking-rrific. But hey, now you have an excuse to start that new book you bought at a garage sale last week.
Feeling a little better about your situation, you changed out of your bathing suit and grabbed a thick blanket and your chosen book. But naturally, the lights have to go out.
"Oh whatever," you muttered, feeling around in your closet for oil lamps and a flashlight. As soon as you found them, you lit them up one by one and strategically placed them around your apartment. Nodding at your handiwork, you plopped down onto the sofa and rested your back on an armrest, an oil lamp directly behind you. You quickly dove into the world that emerged from the slightly worn pages of your book.
A sudden chill swept through you and you shivered, clutching your blanket closer to you. Without warning, a pair of lean arms wound around your shoulders and chin was rested on the top of your head.
"Vee, is-a the pretty lady cold?"
"WWAAAGGHH!!!" You threw your body forward, limbs tangling in the blanket as you sought to escape this person who had held you. You ended up tripping in your haste and decided to stay on the floor for a moment to collect your thoughts.
A worried "Vee" reached your ears and you felt like crying. Had you gone insane? Warily, you peeked out from your blanket, your eyes meeting…
"The pretty lady knows-a who I am! Vee, how-a do you know me, bella?"
"Oh hot damn…" You watched Italy tilt his head to the side and seriously considered the possibility that this was a dream. And if it was, you were going to be severely disappointed at Life.
"Are you okay, bella?"
"I…hope I am."
"Vee, I hope you're not-a sick! Being sick isn't fun! But I could-a make you pasta to make you-a feel better!!" You raised an eyebrow at that, although you definitely weren't surprised. This was Italy after all. You slowly stood up and untangled your blanket.
"How did you end up here?" you asked, snapping Italy out of his pasta daze.
"I don't know! One minute I was-a trying to avoid training and the next I was-a here! Where is here?"
Um, my house…in another world."
"Oh I see…………………………………….WAIT WHAT?!?!" It took you a good thirty minutes to calm him down and another twenty to get him to agree to see the proof.
"So this is you and that's Germany. And there's Japan," you said, pointing to each country in your manga. Italy was sitting next to you on your bed, leaning on you and staring at the pictures.
"Vee, Big Brother France is-a there too." You nodded and flipped a couple of pages.
"Look, there's your brother. Did this actually happen? You getting your curls stuck together and calling Germany?" Italy nodded, frowning.
"I'm-a not going to-a see them again, am I?" You frowned and looked down. You had no clue if there was any way to send him back, but you didn't want to make him depressed.
"I don't know, Italy."
"Call-a me Feli."
"Alright. I'm (Name)." Feli turned you both so he could kiss your cheeks in a greeting.
"It's-a nice to meet you, (Name)!"
"You too, Feli," you said, smiling. "Why don't we go make pasta?"
"(Name)! Let's-a make pasta!" You groaned and rolled over on your bed to lie on your stomach. Just in time too, because Feli ran in and dove onto your bed right in the spot you'd been a moment ago.
"Feli, we've had pasta every day for the past week. I am going to turn into a noodle at this rate."
"But (Naaammmmeeee)! I wanted to make-a this pasta special for-a you!" Feli whined, clinging onto you like a life preserver. It had taken many months but you'd finally gotten used to the Italians special brand of hugging. You sighed and wiggled around to get a little more comfortable.
"And why do you need to make special pasta for me, Feli?" You glanced at him and were surprised to see a blush on his face. He noticed your staring and buried his face in your shoulder.
"B-because I just-a wanted to!!" he shouted. You rolled your eyes and started attempting to sit up.
"Alright, Feli. We'll make this special pasta of yours." Feli jumped up in excitement and carried you in a bear hug to the kitchen where he set you down in a chair. Before you could say or do anything, he was already running around the room getting ingredients, pots, pans, and utensils.
"Um…I thought we were making this together, Feli."
"I want to-a make this for-a you, (Name)! So you can just-a watch this-a time!"
"…You made such a fuss, just so I would watch you make pasta…Just don't make a mess please." Feli nodded and continued making the dough for the pasta. At first, you'd gotten extremely frustrated with him because he wouldn't ever let you make pasta from a box. Every time you wanted pasta, you would have to make it completely from scratch. But with how often Feli was making the food you'd learned pretty quickly how to make it and were almost as fast as him now.
In no time at all, Feli was done making the pasta and was adding the finishing touches. But no matter what you said, he wasn't letting you see what he was doing. And you were beyond confused because normally he'd be showing off the design he'd made with the pasta.
"Ok, (N-Name). Sh-shut your-a eyes, per favore." You looked at him skeptically, but did as he asked. Once your eyes were shut, you felt Feli carefully set a plate down on your lap and you took a hold of it so it wouldn't fall.
"You can-a open your eyes now, bella." Your eyes slowly opened and you blinked before looking down at the plate on your lap. You gasped and almost dropped the plate.
On the plate, written in pasta, were the words Ti Amo. You looked up at Feli to see him avoiding eye contact and blushing profusely.
"D-do you mean it?" you asked, standing up and putting the plate on the table. When he nodded, you threw yourself at him in a hug.
"I love you too, Feli!" you said, giggling like a madwoman and burying your face in his neck. Feli cheered and wrapped his arms around you before twirling you around and around. He stopped spinning and gently set you on your feet so he could pull you into a kiss that tasted just like tomato sauce.