[Name] gazed over at her green-hazel eyed lover who was busy making pizza for dinner and smiled fondly at him, admiring the content and relaxed smiled on his usually vexed face.
Making her way quietly from her seat to Romano, [Name] snaked her arms around his waist and laid her head on his back.
"Ciao, Roma," she murmured sweetly.
Romano smiled. "Ciao, bella."
"You should smile like that more often," she said, though her voice came out as a muffle to him.
"I can't understand you, bella idiota."
[Name] giggled and settled herself next to him. "I said that you should smile like that more often."
Immediately, the hot-blooded Italian grew red as a tomato and his signature scowl replaced the easygoing smile he had.
"Y-you shouldn't say shit like that, bella idiota," he grumbled quietly.
[Name] simply smiled and fixed the bangs that fell over his face, being careful not to touch the sensitive curl.
"Dinner will be ready soon…" Romano grunted upon placing the pizza into the oven. "Help me set the table," he demanded.
[Name] rolled her eyes, but helped him nonetheless.
Soon enough, the two began eating in a comfortable silence, having random bits and pieces of conversation here and there.
"… and then Italy ran away." [Name] giggled, remembering what had happened earlier today when she went out with Italy and Japan.
Romano sniggered as well, imagining his brother running away from the boyfriend of a girl he flirted with.
After finishing his slice of pizza, Romano glanced at his beloved with a soft smile, admiring her just as she had admired him earlier.
"Y'know," she started suddenly, startling the Italian slightly, "I feel very lucky to have you," she confessed softly.
This surprised Romano greatly as he felt extremely lucky to have [Name] as a girlfriend. Romano knew he wasn't exactly the sweetest boyfriend at times and he gets quite – and by quite he means very – angry frequently, and boy did he have a potty mouth.
Romano frowned. "I don't get how you can say that, bella. If anything, I'm lucky that you decided to stick around for so long," he muttered.
[Name] reached for the brunette's hand and laced her fingers with his. Romano looked up and noticed the bright smile on her face.
"I guess we're both a little bit insecure about ourselves, Roma." she laughed.
Romano chuckled as well. "Sì, I suppose so... Come here, mia bella idiota."
[Name] settled herself on Romano's lap and looked up at him expectedly. Romano gave her a coy smile in return.
"Cosa?"
"Kiss me," she whined.
Romano rolled his eyes, but kissed her regardless.
"Happy?"
A large grin formed on her face. "Yup!"
"Roma! Carry me to bed!"
"No!"
-Translations-
[Italian] Ciao: Hello; Bye (in this context, its hello)
[Italian] Bella: Beautiful; Beauty
[Italian] Bella idiota: Beautiful idiot
[Italian] Mia bella idiota: My beautiful idiot
[Italian] Cosa: What