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2P!Italy X Reader: Grazie, Bella (Sequel to Thank You)

x~x~ You people…you people are CRAZY!! Asking for a part 2!? God, I didn’t think the first one was that good XD But anyway, yes there is going to be a little implied blood scene or something, but, you know it’s a story about 2P!’s so I’m not even gonna put the whole ‘warning’ thing. K? k.

The little Legend~: (f/c) – favorite color, (h/c) – hair color, (e/c) – eye color, (c/n) – City name, (r/p/n) – random person’s name, (a/r/p/n) – another random person’s name (too lazy to make up any names c: ), enjoy~~ x~x~

It’s already been about a month since you’ve met Luciano Vargas, and you enjoyed every minute of it. He always seemed to want to be there for you, he had let you meet his friends and brother, whom you get along with very much, and he’d basically let you move in with him. Hell, in both of your spare times, you would just sit down on the couch and just talk. You both told every secret you could ever think of, and the both of you would just laugh it off so hard, tears would threaten to come down.

But…you know something he’d tried to keep from you. Something that should’ve made you ran away, go back to your own home, and forget him…something…bloody.

You found out about it while watching the news one night, him being gone for ‘work’ which you knew very little of, except for the fact that Lutz and Kuro were in on it too. You were just lying back in your (f/c) shirt and shorts, your (h/c) hair put into an untidy (bun/ponytail), and a bag of chips, aka, your normal attire. Flipping through the channels to see what was watchable, when the news intrigued you about the recent murder that night. This was only 2 blocks away from Luciano’s house. You turned up the volume to hear what the woman on the TV was clearly saying.

“Hello people of (c/n), I am Brim Crimson (AN: Yeah, I’m in the story, don’t like, don’t care c: ), and I am here at the site of yet another fatal murder. The victim happens to be none other than locally known (R/p/n), who has around 3 bullet wounds in his shoulder, and an estimate of 6 stab wounds on his chest and back. There seemed to be no onlookers at that time, the time of the crime being only 2 hours ago, except for one (A/r/p/n), the local butcher.”

The camera then zoomed back, showing the usual grumpy butcher his/herself, who you actually got along with pretty well. However, the grouch had replaced his/her face with that of fear, and sadness.

“I was just sittin’ at ma butchery, about to close for th’ night, when I saw these weird lookin’ boys walkin’ ‘round the street! One looked like a milit’ry man, another looked like some weird Asian with a bowl haircut, and th’ last ‘ne, th’ leader maybe, had a strange lookin’ curl and what looked like an old Italian uniform.”

Your eyes widened, not believing what you were hearing. The leader sounds like Luciano…no, that can’t be, he’s so sweet to me, how can he be a killer!? You thought, as you turned off the tv and went upstairs to your room (which was formerly a guest room), and started up your laptop. When it finally turned on, you logged in and started looking through every part of the internet in hopes of clearing your Italian’s name.

Alas, in every feed you found, the same description appeared, some with more detail, and even some articles with a blurry picture, which again, looked similar to Luciano. You sighed and shut your laptop down, lying down against the queen-sized bed, with your thoughts all jumbled up.

I can’t believe that Luciano…my Luciano…would do such things…then again, he did always have that strange look in his eyes…

But why didn’t he tell me? Oh wait, duh. He would think that I would turn him and his friends’ in.

Why didn’t he kill me yet though?

The last question repeated again and again, making you feel tired from all of your energy trying to figure it out. As you were about to fall asleep, you heard your door creak open, and you automatically pretended you were sleeping. You heard a small chuckle from the person at the door, who’s most likely the Vargas, and heard footsteps getting closer to you. A thousand things were rolling through your head, and you were praying to God that you wouldn’t end up dead like (r/p/n). But, instead of feeling a knife going through you, you felt soft lips press against your forehead.

“Buona notte, bella.” He whispered, caressing your cheek and then leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind him. You waited a few minutes before opening your eyes and sitting up, heat rising to your cheeks. Looking up at the door, a small smile spread across your (s/c) face, as you uttered, “Him, a murderer? Could’ve fooled me.” You laid back down on the bed, finally going into your well-needed slumber, the smile still present on your face.

x~x~x~x~

After that night, you acted as if it was perfectly normal to live and hang out with a murderer and his associates, which basically meant, in your opinion, live and hang out with your friends. Turns out, you can be a pretty good actress, since he still didn’t know that you knew the truth of his ‘work’. Your patience was wearing thin though, because you’ve been waiting for him to finally spill the motherfucking beans to you, but he doesn’t seem to be planning to do so anytime soon.

You know what? If he can’t bring it up, I will!!

Luckily, today was one of his ‘days off’ so you would be able to try and bring it up during your annual movie night. Although, it’s really fucking hard, considering the movie you were watching that night was of the murder genre, so you would only be screaming instead of talking about anything. He, being the sweet teddy bear you know he was, he let you hold him tightly and hide your face in his chest whenever something scary came up from the screen, (which was a lot).

After the movie was over, Vargas turned off the TV and gently started rubbing circles into your back, muttering ‘it was okay, I’m here’ and ‘it was just a movie’ into your (h/c) hair. You finally calmed down and looked up at your Italian friend, to see red eyes hold nervousness and fear. Tilting your head to the side, you asked, “Is something the matter, Luciano?” He looked away from your confused face, biting his lip.

“You know I care about you, right ragazza?” He asked quietly, shocking you. You nodded in reply, your eyes focusing on his tan face. He sighed and looked at you, his nervousness taking over him. “I…I k…What I…oh cazzo l'inferno!” Luciano screamed, jumping up from the couch, leaving you taken aback at his sudden outburst.

He started cussing in Italian, most of which you didn’t know what it meant.

“I’M A MURDERER, BELLA, A DEMON OF HELL!!!! I’M THE KILLER EVERYONE’S AFRAID OF!!!” He exclaimed, his fiery eyes staring dead into your shocked (e/c) orbs. After a few minutes of silence, the Italian’s ruby orbs started to water as he to his knees and buried his face into your stomach, crying. You stared at him shocked, but it only lasted for a few, when you brought his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. The sight was saddening, the usual adorable grouchy look on his face turned into a small child’s face when their dog was put down. Smiling sadly at him, you kissed his forehead, both of his cheeks, and gave him a soft peck on his plump lips.

“I know…” you whispered, “But that doesn’t make me love you any less. You mean more to me than anything else, killer or not. You’re always there for me, and I’ll always be there for you.”

He made a small sniffling sound, his frown turning into a small smile as you pulled him into a tight hug, not planning on letting go.

“Grazie, bella…ti amo, ti amo così tanto.” He said, nuzzling his tear-stained face into your neck.

You smiled and held him close, whispering,

“Ti amo troppo, Luciano…”

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2P!Italy X Reader: Grazie, Bella (Sequel to Thank You)

x~x~ You people…you people are CRAZY!! Asking for a part 2!? God, I didn’t think the first one was that good XD But anyway, yes there is going to be a little implied blood scene or something, but, you know it’s a story about 2P!’s so I’m not even gonna put the whole ‘warning’ thing. K? k.

The little Legend~: (f/c) – favorite color, (h/c) – hair color, (e/c) – eye color, (c/n) – City name, (r/p/n) – random person’s name, (a/r/p/n) – another random person’s name (too lazy to make up any names c: ), enjoy~~ x~x~

It’s already been about a month since you’ve met Luciano Vargas, and you enjoyed every minute of it. He always seemed to want to be there for you, he had let you meet his friends and brother, whom you get along with very much, and he’d basically let you move in with him. Hell, in both of your spare times, you would just sit down on the couch and just talk. You both told every secret you could ever think of, and the both of you would just laugh it off so hard, tears would threaten to come down.

But…you know something he’d tried to keep from you. Something that should’ve made you ran away, go back to your own home, and forget him…something…bloody.

You found out about it while watching the news one night, him being gone for ‘work’ which you knew very little of, except for the fact that Lutz and Kuro were in on it too. You were just lying back in your (f/c) shirt and shorts, your (h/c) hair put into an untidy (bun/ponytail), and a bag of chips, aka, your normal attire. Flipping through the channels to see what was watchable, when the news intrigued you about the recent murder that night. This was only 2 blocks away from Luciano’s house. You turned up the volume to hear what the woman on the TV was clearly saying.

“Hello people of (c/n), I am Brim Crimson (AN: Yeah, I’m in the story, don’t like, don’t care c: ), and I am here at the site of yet another fatal murder. The victim happens to be none other than locally known (R/p/n), who has around 3 bullet wounds in his shoulder, and an estimate of 6 stab wounds on his chest and back. There seemed to be no onlookers at that time, the time of the crime being only 2 hours ago, except for one (A/r/p/n), the local butcher.”

The camera then zoomed back, showing the usual grumpy butcher his/herself, who you actually got along with pretty well. However, the grouch had replaced his/her face with that of fear, and sadness.

“I was just sittin’ at ma butchery, about to close for th’ night, when I saw these weird lookin’ boys walkin’ ‘round the street! One looked like a milit’ry man, another looked like some weird Asian with a bowl haircut, and th’ last ‘ne, th’ leader maybe, had a strange lookin’ curl and what looked like an old Italian uniform.”

Your eyes widened, not believing what you were hearing. The leader sounds like Luciano…no, that can’t be, he’s so sweet to me, how can he be a killer!? You thought, as you turned off the tv and went upstairs to your room (which was formerly a guest room), and started up your laptop. When it finally turned on, you logged in and started looking through every part of the internet in hopes of clearing your Italian’s name.

Alas, in every feed you found, the same description appeared, some with more detail, and even some articles with a blurry picture, which again, looked similar to Luciano. You sighed and shut your laptop down, lying down against the queen-sized bed, with your thoughts all jumbled up.

I can’t believe that Luciano…my Luciano…would do such things…then again, he did always have that strange look in his eyes…

But why didn’t he tell me? Oh wait, duh. He would think that I would turn him and his friends’ in.

Why didn’t he kill me yet though?

The last question repeated again and again, making you feel tired from all of your energy trying to figure it out. As you were about to fall asleep, you heard your door creak open, and you automatically pretended you were sleeping. You heard a small chuckle from the person at the door, who’s most likely the Vargas, and heard footsteps getting closer to you. A thousand things were rolling through your head, and you were praying to God that you wouldn’t end up dead like (r/p/n). But, instead of feeling a knife going through you, you felt soft lips press against your forehead.

“Buona notte, bella.” He whispered, caressing your cheek and then leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind him. You waited a few minutes before opening your eyes and sitting up, heat rising to your cheeks. Looking up at the door, a small smile spread across your (s/c) face, as you uttered, “Him, a murderer? Could’ve fooled me.” You laid back down on the bed, finally going into your well-needed slumber, the smile still present on your face.

x~x~x~x~

After that night, you acted as if it was perfectly normal to live and hang out with a murderer and his associates, which basically meant, in your opinion, live and hang out with your friends. Turns out, you can be a pretty good actress, since he still didn’t know that you knew the truth of his ‘work’. Your patience was wearing thin though, because you’ve been waiting for him to finally spill the motherfucking beans to you, but he doesn’t seem to be planning to do so anytime soon.

You know what? If he can’t bring it up, I will!!

Luckily, today was one of his ‘days off’ so you would be able to try and bring it up during your annual movie night. Although, it’s really fucking hard, considering the movie you were watching that night was of the murder genre, so you would only be screaming instead of talking about anything. He, being the sweet teddy bear you know he was, he let you hold him tightly and hide your face in his chest whenever something scary came up from the screen, (which was a lot).

After the movie was over, Vargas turned off the TV and gently started rubbing circles into your back, muttering ‘it was okay, I’m here’ and ‘it was just a movie’ into your (h/c) hair. You finally calmed down and looked up at your Italian friend, to see red eyes hold nervousness and fear. Tilting your head to the side, you asked, “Is something the matter, Luciano?” He looked away from your confused face, biting his lip.

“You know I care about you, right ragazza?” He asked quietly, shocking you. You nodded in reply, your eyes focusing on his tan face. He sighed and looked at you, his nervousness taking over him. “I…I k…What I…oh cazzo l'inferno!” Luciano screamed, jumping up from the couch, leaving you taken aback at his sudden outburst.

He started cussing in Italian, most of which you didn’t know what it meant.

“I’M A MURDERER, BELLA, A DEMON OF HELL!!!! I’M THE KILLER EVERYONE’S AFRAID OF!!!” He exclaimed, his fiery eyes staring dead into your shocked (e/c) orbs. After a few minutes of silence, the Italian’s ruby orbs started to water as he to his knees and buried his face into your stomach, crying. You stared at him shocked, but it only lasted for a few, when you brought his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. The sight was saddening, the usual adorable grouchy look on his face turned into a small child’s face when their dog was put down. Smiling sadly at him, you kissed his forehead, both of his cheeks, and gave him a soft peck on his plump lips.

“I know…” you whispered, “But that doesn’t make me love you any less. You mean more to me than anything else, killer or not. You’re always there for me, and I’ll always be there for you.”

He made a small sniffling sound, his frown turning into a small smile as you pulled him into a tight hug, not planning on letting go.

“Grazie, bella…ti amo, ti amo così tanto.” He said, nuzzling his tear-stained face into your neck.

You smiled and held him close, whispering,

“Ti amo troppo, Luciano…”