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Romano x Depressed!Reader - Don't Lie (Commission)

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I stare outside of the window, looking at the night sky as I try to spot a few stars. I hold a cup of soda as loud music mixed with random conversations go on behind me.

"How is this supposed to help me, again?" I ask, turning to my friend Alfred, who's munching on a burger. He laughs, saying,

"Parties help everything!" Well, got to admire his spirit. It doesn't really help me, though.

"No offense, Alfie, but it's not working for me. . ." I say, honestly to him. I see his smile falter a bit, as if sure he could help me, but then says,

"Alright dudette. Hey, if you want, you don't have to stay. I know parties aren't your thing, but I wanted to try, you know?" I give a small smile, nodding.

"I know, Alfie. Thank you." Walking outside, I sigh. I look down at the sidewalk, and mumble, "Lonely, but not alone. . . Story of my life, right there." I have so many friends, but only a few actually try to cheer me up. One of them being Alfred. I just feel so lonely though, despite all the people I know. . . I don't understand why, but maybe that's why I'm always so sad. I just want. . . maybe someone to always be there. Someone I can depend on. Still, while I do have some wonderful friends, I know that they can't always be there for me. I know that they have their own friends and their own problems. I guess I'm just kind of selfish that way. . . I go home the long way, along neighborhoods and small paths no one uses anymore. Except for me, that is. I turn and look at the bridge that connects over the highway. I guess it is pretty at night. . . I walk over there, and start going up the bridge, gates curving high above so as to prevent people from jumping off. I stare at the bright lights of the cars as they zoom on by, and I can't help but smile at the memories I used to have as a child. We would make a signal to the trucks below so they could honk at us, and it worked every time. It was fun, but times change. . . I place my hands in my pockets and look down as I walk alone.

"Eh? Who are you and why is a lady like you walking by yourself late at night? Don't you know how dangerous that is?" a voice says, causing me to jump. My eyes widen as I lift my head to greet the stranger I didn't notice before. Standing before me is a man, seemingly Italian due to his accent. He's leaning against the gate, his brown hair holding a strange curl that seems to defy gravity.

"Um. . ." Should I tell this stranger my name? He doesn't seem like a bad person. . . I should learn his first though. "I think it'd be better if you told me your name first," I say, meeting his brown eyes. He sighs, looking to the side as his curl bounces a little with his sudden movement.

"Lovino. I'm Lovino Vargas."

"I'm. . . _____ ____, and to answer your previous questions, I was walking home from a party. It's not like I can't defend myself, though," I say, crossing my arms. Lovino turns his head to meet my eyes, and I can see a faint smile on his face.

"You have confidence. I admire that. Next time though, you really should walk with someone else, even if you think you can handle yourself. Come on," he says, standing upright and walking with his back to me.

"Eh?" I ask, confused. He turns his head to look at me, stopping, and says,

"I'm not letting a bella ragazza like you walk home alone when you could be in danger. Now hurry up." I stand there, stunned. Is this stranger I barely met a while ago actually showing concern to me? I stand there, dumbfounded for a second, but then nod quickly, running up to him. He chuckles a bit under his breath. As I walk with him off the bridge and away from the lights, I realize that he had spoken Italian to me earlier.

"Hey, Lovino?" I ask.

"Yes?" he asks, hands in his pockets.

"Um, well. . . earlier you said some Italian. I'm not repeating it with my terrible pronunciation, but what does it mean?" I ask, looking up at him. He freezes for a second, and I could swear he has a hint of red on his cheeks, but instead he takes a hand out of his pocket, waving me off.

"I-it's nothing, don't worry." Could it have been a compliment? I smile, looking down at the cement as we walk together.

"Alright. . . I'll find out sooner or later, though!" I say, determined to find out. He smiles, saying,

"I'm sure you will." We continue to walk in silence, but. . . it's a comfortable silence. Not like the ones I used to have with my friends when we ran out of things to say. No, this was. . . different. Why can I talk so freely with him? Why is it that the walls that I placed over me seem to. . . crumble around this strange man? I met him only today, but I can talk so freely with him. Smile so truthfully with him. Feel so. . . comfortable around him. It's so strange but. . . in a good way.

". . . Hey _____," Lovino says after a while, stopping.

"Yes?" I ask, looking up at him.

"Er. . . this might be a stupid question for me to ask, but I completely forgot. Where do you live?" he asks, cheeks slightly red. I pause for a moment, then laugh, completely forgetting about that fact. How could I? How could we, actually? Lovino's blush seems to darken, embarrassed with my reaction.

"H-hey! Quit laughing, it slipped my mind, alright!" he exclaims. I smile, laughter subsiding. 

"I'm sorry, it's mean of me to, but come on! I can't believe I forgot!" I reply to him.

"Yeah, yeah. . . Just. . . just tell me where," he says, looking away. I smile, saying,

"Just don't stalk me, 'kay?"

"W-why would I want to stalk you?" he stutters.

"I'm just teasing, Lovino," I say, gently nudging him with my elbow. "We're actually pretty close to my home, so I can walk the rest of the way," I say, looking up at him. His blush seems to slowly go away, but he says,

"A-alright. I'll. . . go then." He starts walking way, but for some reason, my mind reacts on it's own.

"W-wait, Lovino!" I exclaim to him, and he stops.

"Yeah, ____?" I smile, and go back up to him.

"Let me borrow your phone real quick."

"E-eh? Why?" I roll my eyes, smile still there.

"I won't steal it, honest. Just let me see it real quick."

". . . Okay," he says, taking out his phone. He unlocks it and hands it to me. I see the background is a bunch of tomatoes, and I giggle slightly at that.

"W-what are you laughing at? I like tomatoes!" he exclaims, seeming to know the reason behind my laughter. I shake my head, and place my number in his phone. I hand it back to him and say,

"Hey, I know this is kind of weird, but. . . can we keep in touch?" He looks back at his phone, and a small smile is placed on his face. Nodding, he says,

"Of course, bella. And, I know it might be wrong for me to pry, but. . . is there anything wrong?" I pause, then put on a fake smile, saying,

"No, everything's-"

"Don't lie," he says, cutting me off. I look up at him, shocked, but he's looking away from me, the smile now gone. "It's easy to tell the smile is fake. Others might not notice, but it's not that difficult to see."

"W-what?" He turns to look at me, and says,

"You don't have to tell me now, but at least let me know." How can he. . . know? I've barely met him today, but. . . I feel as though my life is slowly changing with him here. I stare into his eyes, a guilty smile now on my face.

"Yeah. There is, but don't worry about it," I say. He pauses for a moment, then nods, saying,

"Well. . . I'm glad you could be honest with me." Then he smiles, saying, "I'll keep in touch, promise." I smile back, a real one this time, saying,

"I'm glad."

"Also, ______, I promise I'll help you with whatever you need. Just let me know, okay?"

"And I promise you I'll learn whatever Italian words you told me," I say, smirking. He grins back, saying,

"Then let's both try to fulfill that." I nod, and he starts walking away, leaving me smiling. I guess I've made a new friend, but something tells me he's going to stick around a while. . . At least it's more than I can say for the others.

 

Extra:

 

______: I can't believe it's been 2 months since we met. =p (Razz)

Lovino: I can't believe we're texting instead of actually talking to each other in person.

______: Oh hush Lovi. I said I had something special planned! But anyways, it's also been 2 months since we made our promises.

Lovino: Ah yes. Did you ever find out what I told you?

______: No. =( (Sad) Although you definitely held your end of the deal.

Lovino: I suppose. I'm going to add more to your promise, by the way. Figure out what this means, though I don't think you can. ;) (Wink)

______: Alright, come at me bro! =) (Smile)

Lovino: Ti amo.

Yay! Finally finished my commission! Or one of them at least. ^^; I'm so sorry it took so long! I didn't forget about it, I swear! XD I hope you like it, and I know it's probably not what you expected, but I wanted to place my own writing style in it, so here you go! :D I'm sorry I left that cliffhanger, Holy Roman Empire, I didn't really expect to make this kind of ending. XD This was made for~ :iconkitty-wisk:

 

Translations:

Bella ragazza = Beautiful girl
Ti amo = I love you

 

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Saroona0410's avatar
I only understood what the fuck he said because of them all Hetalia fanfictions I finished in less than a day :)