S. Italy x Reader - Mozaik Role

S. Italy x Reader - Mozaik Role





"Go get chocolate or ice cream, mon dieu." Francis whispered to Gilbert, who nodded, quickly left the room and ran to the kitchen.



"(Y/N), no llores, por favor!*" Antonio's voice cracked while he held your trembling hands.



You were wrapped up with your favorite blankets, just your face appearing out of the furry pieces of fabric. Your sobs could be heard from the kitchen, which worried Gilbert a bit - while he struggled to find the requested items. Francis sat by your side on your large and comfortable sofa, trying to comfort you and wipe some tears away, Antonio was kneeling in front of you, holding your shaking hands, with a concerned expression on his face.



"Hurry up!" Francis called, with a sweeter tone than usual.








Certain words were pierced through you
It kept me waiting here to hear what's true
And from your wound I saw a fluid flow
And to describe it right, I'd call it so: "Our broken love"








"Coming!" Gilbert exclaimed, arriving with tons of (Favorite Flavor) ice cream. "Here, (Y/N)." He handed it over to you, then sat on the opposite side of Francis.



"Everything will be okay, belle." Francis mumbled gently.



"Yes, we're here with you!" Antonio exclaimed.



You wanted to smile, but your sobs wouldn't let you. They were so sweet!



Gilbert leaned back and stared at the ceiling. Seconds after, he was frowning and had a thoughtful expression.



"I can't believe." His frown not leaving his face. "Really; It was predictable, but... What the heck, Antonio, I thought that-"



"Shhh... Not now, Gil!"







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Yesterday, at World Academy.











"Okay, so when we reach the corner, you try to chit chat with him, then we'll run away as fast and indetectable as possible!" Antonio exclaimed cheerfully.



"Sounds like a plan. I'm in." Gilbert stated.



"Oui, me too." Followed by Francis statement.



"Uh... Hello?" You mumbled, almost blushing. "I just said I wanted to talk privately to him!"



"We're your awesome best friends, we're gonna help you with it!" Gilbert laughed.



"God... I just want to tell him something!" Antonio wiggled his eyebrows at you, which made the other two giggle, but you just sighed deeply. "IT'S NOTHING LIKE THAT!"



"Why are you screaming, ragazza?" You heard that voice from behind, which made you cringe.



You let out a quiet scream, while the trio tried their best to keep a straight normal face.




"Ahahaha..." You tried your best to sound like you were truly laughing. "It was nothing like that time we hung out, the trio and I! Just that, Lovi!"




"It's Lovino for you." He slightly squashed his eyes in annoyance. "Just in case you're stupid enough to not be aware of it."








The lack of sympathy and tears I shed
And all the love we make it feels so dead
Their so unsavory these ties we share









"What the heck." You mumbled. "What the actual heck, Lovino."



"Don't-" Was the only thing he said.




Antonio, Gilbert and Francis, otherwise known as the BTT - Bad Touch Trio - were your best friends. You always hung out with them, and they always knew how to make you laugh. Yesterday you were searching for Francis and thought of asking if Matthew knew where he was.




First thing when you entered the Library, you searched for him, but you heard people whispering, and hid between the bookshelves. Eavesdropping wasn't your intention, but it happened.




"Ah, finally! He is such a jerk, non polite at all!"


"I agree, he's a total moron... If he was just a bit like his silly brother, he probably wouldn't get into this trouble."



"He won't even know what hit him."



"But when?"



"How about a bit after school's over, when there's few people here."



"What are you guys talking about?" You heard Matthew's soft voice.



"Ah, Matthew!" Was it... Alfred? "It's nothing, dude. We were just talking about our classmates!"



"Anyone in particular?" It surely was Matthew's voice.



"Lovino Vargas."








And it describes us well, but do you care?
"I'm still in love with you," really?












You gasped. Your eyes widened, and you held your hand against your mouth so you wouldn't make any noise. What the heck was that. You started to tip toe your way to the corridor, as fast as you could without making noise. When you were near the library's entrance door, you heard a voice.


"(Y/N)?" It was Matthew.



"Oh! Matthew! I was looking for you!" You rubbed your neck. "Is there any chance that you know where Francis is?"



"The main entrance hall." He softly answered. "I'm sorry for the wait, I was talking with Alfred, Ivan and Arthur. I don't really know what they were doing here at this time..."



Alfred, Ivan and Arthur. Really? Is this what I think it is?



"No problem! You're sweet as always! I'll go see Francis!" You started walking, then waved at him.



"See you later, Matthew!"









Isn't it fine to say we were in love?
Even if you are gone I can't feel new love at all
Isn't this what they all call "destiny"
It will fade, disappear, it's just really a love world











You didn't tell your friends about that, it was safer that way. You were going to tell that only to Lovino and get out of his way as fast as possible. You would often hang out with him - because of Antonio - just like you did with Ludwig and Matthew. Of course with Ludwig and Matthew it was different, it was a softer friendship, you would say.




Lovino was always cursing things for no reason - or there was a reason? You would even hear him rambling strange things to Antonio, about his family and whatnot. But you knew, he was best friends with Antonio. And he didn't seem to like you that much - maybe because Antonio cared more for you when you were present. But you, even being treated like that, grew a crush on him. And you cursed your own self for that, millions of times.




Then you felt like being brave. You told your three friends that you wanted to talk privately with Lovino, but they thought of it as if you wanted to confess or something similar. The number of times you told them it was nothing serious, and the number of times they would wiggle their eyebrows at you, slyly.





Then the moment arrived. You wouldn't let your fear stop you. You wouldn't let Alfred, Ivan and Arthur beat the heck out of Lovino. Though he was a jerk to you, you wouldn't let him get hurt. Or at least you would try and prevent the upcoming event.





"Earth to (Y/N)!" Gilbert almost shout in your ears, waving a hand in front of your face. "(Y/N)!"



"Yes?" You snapped out of your thoughts.




"Let's go." He mumbled. "Spacing out won't help you! Come on, the Awesome me is cheering for you."



"For the last time, Gil, it's nothing like that!" You glanced at him. "Why won't you believe me?!"




He nodded and took your hand in order to push your to the others' side. Once there, you walked by Francis side - which was in Lovino's extreme opposite. He doesn't like me. Francis gently touched you, suggesting it was time to put the plan in action, then slightly stared at Antonio and Gilbert. You tried to walk slowly, accompanying Lovino's pace.










The lack of sympathy and tears I shed
And all the love we make it feels so dead
Their so unsavory these ties we share
And it describes us well, but do you care?
But that is fine with me, really!











"Oh! Toni!" Francis exclaimed, looking surprised. "I forgot that in the classroom!"



"What?"



"My History books!"



"Oh yes!" Antonio expression lifted up. "Lovi, we'll be back soon, okay? Okay!"



Then the three started walking away really quickly, as if there was no tomorrow. Lovino lifted his face and started to walk in their direction, when in your leap of faith, you held his arm.



"Can I talk with you?" You mumbled shyly.



"No. I'm going with them." He complained.



"It's just a little minute, it won't take that much of your time." You held his arm tighter. "Please?"



He looked down at you, in his mind, for a unimportant second, he thought you were really cute, but that didn't matter, you were Antonio's annoying best friend, just that, right?



"Fine, ragazza." He sighed, turning around to accompany you in a little walk in the opposite way the trio went to. "But don't linger."



"So..." You didn't know where to start. "How school have been to you?"



He remained quiet. For less than a second, you could swear you saw a red tint on his cheeks.











So I suppose we really were in love
Even if times were hard we were clinging from the start
Isn't it fine to take my life from me?










"Sorry... Sorry..." You sighed. "I'll get to the point right away." Then took a deep breath. "You really should go back home with us, or Feliciano!"


"What?"



"I... I think Alfred, Ivan and Arthur don't like you..." You mumbled quietly. "I think they want to beat you up."




"Where did you get that idea from?" He asked, the sarcastic tone of his voice always there.




"I..." It's better if you keep it from yourself, right? "I just felt like it could happen."
Lovino suddenly stopped.



"Don't you get my f*cking message, ragazza?!" He almost shouted at you. "Where the f*ck that came from? Your imagination or such? It would be likely since you hang out so much with that potato bastard.You're no better than him. You're actually worse! How does Antonio even is friends with you?!"



You stared at him, wide eyed, without reacting.




"Sorry...?" Your voice sounded like a whisper.



"Are you deaf now?" Lovino raised his voice. "Didn't I say it properly? You're f*cking annoying. Can't you understand?! And you know what's even worse? You act as if you knew me, as if you were friends or some sh*t like that! Argh, I don't even know! "



"I just wanted to make sure you won't get hurt--"



"I'm not your bussiness, (Y/N)!" You slightly touched his arm when he started to walk away. "(Y/N), damn it! I HATE YOU!"








Since I do, yes I do, I really dislike you










Outside, you were frozen, standing in the same place, as you watched Lovino walk away as if he was  marching. The last thing you saw was his frown and blushed cheeks. You were static.




When the trio saw Lovino walking away, they approached you, Antonio mumbled something to the other two and started walking in Lovino's direction. Seconds after, Gilbert and Francis reached you.





"(Y/N)! HOW DID IT GO?!" Gilbert shouted, laughing his signature 'Kesesese'.



You looked up to Gilbert, fighting the tears you felt coming.



"I... I don't--" Your voice cracked up, and your tears were released with full force.



"(Y/N)?!" Gilbert mumbled in disbelief, his hands on your shoulders.


"Mon ami, are you okay?" Francis asked.




You poured your heart to Francis and Gilbert, before being led home by them, while sobbing loudly.










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Your house. Ice cream Time!






"No... Really. What the hell, Toni!" Gilbert complained. "I thought you said he'd accept!"




"I thought the same as well." Francis continued.




"Ah..." Antonio was sitting around your kitchen's table, hands cupping his face, while he frowned. "I was almost sure of it... How did that happen?!"










Isn't it fine to say we were in love?
Even if you are gone I can't feel new love at all










You were in the living room, eating ice cream and staring at the wall. You needed alone time, and they gave it to you. The trio was in the kitchen, trying to figure out what went wrong. Antonio was extremely mad, and if he saw Lovino he would probably flip a bitch, after a killer glance at him.






Voosh






The door was abruptly open, showing (Y/N)'s tears cause. Lovino was standing there for a second, before closing the door, he stood looking from Francis to Antonio.


"What the--"



"Shut up."




Lovino's hair was extremely messy, as well as his clothes. Beneath his left eyes, there was a very light punch mark, and a little streak of blood was escaping from the corner of his mouth.




"Where's (Y/N)?" He demanded.



Lovino felt the disapproving gaze of Francis and Gilbert upon him while he opened the fridge to get some ice for his wounds. He turned to face the gaze a extremely angry Antonio. His eyes were flaming, and Lovino didn't think two times before entering the living room and literally running away from his best friend.




He found you sobbing underneath your blankets' fortress, an empty spoon in your mouth, and a half full ice cream pot next to you. He felt his heart being stabbed with every sob of yours, and it was his fault. Only his fault. You were right, and you tried to help, you went out of your way, you made things Antonio stated numerous times you were embarrassed of, you tried to protect him and he just... Shut you away.




He walked to your side and sat by your side. He stayed quiet for several minutes, while you just sobbed. Some time later, you put the spoon in the ice cream pot and hugged a pillow, before leaning back against the sofa. You didn't look at him, you couldn't even do it, or your almost controlled tears would come with full force again. Seconds later you felt a strange warmth on your hand.










Isn't this what they all call "destiny"
It will fade, disappear, it's just really a love world












You quickly took a glance of what was happening, then returned to your previous pose. It was Lovino's hand that were on yours, then he intertwined his fingers with yours, and leaned back against the sofa too. He stared at the ceiling with the ice bag on his punched cheek area. You just stayed there, enjoying the warmth of his hand. It was oddly relaxing.





"(Y/N)..." You heard his faint voice. "I don't really hate you. I was just overwhelmed by a lot of things... Not that it was a reason to treat you that bad, but... How do I even do this? I didn't mean it that way... Well, look, (Y/N)... Mi dispiace!






"If you're truly apologizing... It's okay..."







You could see Lovino's lips curved in a genuine smile, while he shut his eyes and relaxed. You followed him and did the same. Through the rest of the day.













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/Extended Ending/



The trio was watching both of you from afar, Francis still was calming what was left of the angry Antonio.



"If he didn't say that, I'd probably left his other cheek damaged too." Gilbert mumbled in a serious tone.


"Yeah... If he ever hurt our beloved sister again..." Antonio's eyes flamed again.


Francis patted his shoulders, as if reassuring him that everything was alright.


"Don't worry, we won't have to." Francis held his own chin slightly, in a thoughtful way, and sighed deeply. "Our little girl is all grown up."



"Uh-huh." Gilbert and Antonio asserted.





The End.