Italy x Reader - Mia Margherita

Italy x Reader - Mia Margherita

Daisy, daisy,
Give me your answer, do;
I'm half crazy
All for the love of you...

You and your boyfriend Feliciano were sitting on a hill, pointing out the various shapes that both of you could see in the clouds.

"Ve~! Bella, that cloud looks-a like a cute little kitty cat!" Feliciano said.

"It sure does, Feli," you said, finding the cloud he was pointing at. "Oh, that one over there looks like Romano!" You giggled after you said that.

"Ve~! Si, it-a does look-a like mio fratello, _________."

You sighed happily. You and Feliciano had been dating for about ten months, and it seemed to be going smoothly so far. Ever since you accidentally knocked him over during recess in 7th grade, you two have gotten along famously. Near the start of junior year in high school, Feliciano had confessed his love to you. Now it was spring break, and you were both enjoying the fresh air that spring had to offer.

~*Feli's P.O.V.*~

I looked at mia bella _________ sitting next to me. She is indeed beautiful with her ___(h/c)___ hair flowing in the wind, and her ___(e/c)___ eyes glancing at me from time to time. She reminds me a lot of that cute little kitty that I found in Germany's yard one day. She is so quiet, peaceful, and precious like a kitty cat. Her laugh is like bells jingling in my ear, and her smile makes me want to hug her every time. She always looks so pretty, even when she just wakes up from a nap.

I had better finish this daisy chain before she notices me making it...

~*Normal P.O.V.*~

"It's so nice to be on spring break, right, Feli?" you asked, turning to your boyfriend.

"Ve~! Si, it is, mia bella _________," Feliciano responded with that adorable smile he always had on his face.

You felt your face flush a bit, but this was normal. You always liked it when he called you "my beautiful _________." Not to mention that he also called you by your nickname, ___(n/n)___. You liked any name or nickname that he would make up for you, because it was just so cute!

Suddenly, you felt something being placed on your head. You gasped and reached up, and felt flower petals. You recognized the scent of that flower anywhere. It was a daisy crown!

"Feli, did you make this?" you asked him, surprised.

Feli nodded his head, and his curl bobbed up and down.

"Why did you make it?" you questioned him.

Feliciano simply pressed his lips onto yours in a loving, tender kiss, and you didn't object. You wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your hands through his hair, being very careful not to touch his curl. In turn, he looped his arms around your waist, and started to rub your back in a loving manner.

When the kiss had ended, he whispered in your ear, "Because you are mia margherita."

...it won't be a stylish marriage;
I can't afford a carriage;
But you'll look sweet
Upon the seat of a bicycle built for two...

END