Romano X Reader Request for RainingCupcakes
Warning: There is language, but it's a Romano story. What do you expect?
There he was getting bullied again, letting people walk all over him. There he was, your best friend. Your best friend, Romano, was getting hit in the face and kicked everywhere by his brother's best friend, Ludwig. You can see this happen again. Last time you weren't there, and Ludwig seriously hurt Romano.
"Ludwig, stop!" You screamed as you ran to protect your friend.
Ludwig stopped as you stood in front of Romano, arms out in a defensive position. Alfred, Ivan, and a few others ran to see you why you were yelling.
"Ludwig," you asked, "why are you hurting Romano?"
"I just wanted to see if he was as tough as he acts," he laughed.
"Well," you growled, "enough is enough. I won't let you hurt him. You already stole his brother from him. Why would you want to do anything else?"
Romano looked up to see you standing up for him. He always wondered why you were there for him when he needed you most. He always wondered why you were there when you could be hanging out with Alfred or Arthur or Antonio. He always wondered why you always spent time with him even though he had the worst temper and cussed like a sailor. He always wondered why he was so lucky to have someone to care as much as you did in his life.
"I want to just go fucking die," he sighed. "I want to stop breathing."
You look down your friend in shock. Never before have you ever heard anything come out of his mouth like that. He was always the tough guy who never put up with anyone else's crap. So why, all of a sudden, what he wants to die? You saw him get up and run away. Ludwig was laughing at him, so you punched in the face and ran after Romano. You heard him shouting about his possibly broken nose from halfway down the hall.
When you reach the bottom of the close off staircase, he heard a sound from behind it. The door that led to the roof had shut. You knew exactly where Romano was.
When you opened the door, Romano had his scarf around his neck. He was trying to choke himself. You ran over to him and took the scarf off his neck. You sighed in relief as he started gasping for air.
"Why the hell did you do that, you bastardo?" He asks furiously.
"Romano," you said in a firm voice, "why do you want to kill yourself? Why exactly do you want to die?"
"I'm tired of being in pain. I'm tired of seeing that damn potato bastard slowly taking my brother from me. It's been going on for almost two years."
"Romano, why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you let me… or even Feliciano know how you feel? "
"You wouldn't understand how much pain I'm in."
"I do understand."
Romano looked at you, his countenance filled with curiosity, confusion, and shock.
"Roma…hell, Lovino, you have no idea how much pain I feel when I see Ludwig were Gilbert bully you or hit you. Hell, I think I broke Ludwig's nose after you ran away."
"_, why are you so nice to me? Why do you care?"
"Because I love you, Lovino."
The inches between your faces quickly disappeared as Lovino kiss you fiercely but passionately. Every little pain in the world disappeared as the seconds went by. When your lungs screamed for air, Lovino and you pulled apart.
"Grazie, bella," Romano sides, smiling.
"For what?"
"Caring," he said. "Ti amo, bella."
"I love you too," you said, smiling large enough to match Lovino's smile.