Author's note: This is the introduction to a series of Country x Readers
Sunlight streamed through your window, softly warming your , you sit up slowly, rubbing sleep from your eyes like a small child. Glancing at your alarm clock, you look at the time. 9:30 AM. "CRAP!" You frantically exclaimed. You hadn't heard your alarm go off when it was supposed to, at 8:00 AM. You were going to be late for the World Conference! You were one of the representatives for (Your country), and you were supposed to be doing a presentation on ways to help your country. "I'm going to be late! Fudge, Germany's going to have a field day." Usually, you were prompt and always on time. Fate, however, apparently decided otherwise on this particular day. Quickly, you glanced at the mirror in your room. Groaning in frustration, you see your (h/l, h/c) hair tangled and scrunched up in what can only be accurately described as a rat's nest.
Getting up and stretching, you grab your hairbrush off of the dresser. You drag it roughly through your hair, occasionally wincing in pain as you laboured on restoring your hair. When your hair wasn't a rat's nest anymore, you quickly did it up in a messy bun. If you had enough time, you would have done something more sophisticated with it, but time wasn't one of your luxuries right now. Shuffling to your closet you find a (f/c) blouse and pull it on. You grabbed your favorite pair of skinny jeans off of the floor, first making sure they weren't dirty. Satisfied, you pulled them on and slipped into your sneakers, rushing out the door to start your car.
~Time skip brought to you by The Doctor and Flying Mint Bunny~
About 45 minutes later, you found yourself stuck in traffic. What was causing the road congestion, you had no clue. What you did know was that somebody had it in for you, whoever it may have been. "Why of all days does THIS happen to me?!" Finally, traffic was flowing smoothly again. After about 5 more minutes, you pulled up at the World Conference building. You slammed open your car door, only for it to hit someone. You heard a yelp of pain, followed by a very angry Romano glaring daggers as you got out.
"What-a the hell was that for, idiota?!" He growled. It almost seemed like he towered over you while he seethed in fury, even though you were almost as tall as him. "I- I'm so sorry, Lovi! I didn't see you and I'm in a bit of a rush-" You started babbling about your morning to Romano, trying to convince him it was an accident. He cut you off while you were telling him about traffic. "Look, it's-a okay, (y/n). I can tell you haven't been having a good day so far. I'll let it-a slide this time." He said, as if it was your fault in the first place. "But," He leaned closer to you, "if it-a happens again, there will be consequences. Got it?" You gulped and nodded, your (e/c) eyes wide with fear. "By the way, don't call me Lovi. Only the tomato bastardo does-a that." Ending the conversation, he sauntered off into the building.
Heaving a sigh of relief once Romano was out of earshot, you hastily walked into the spacious establishment. "Hello, Miss (y/n)." The secretary at the desk greeted. You muttered a quick "Hello." Before sprinting to the elevator. Pressing the button about a million times, you impatiently waited for it to arrive. You stood with crossed arms, toes tapping impatiently on the polished marble floor.