Romano x Reader - Costume Hetalia Heaven

Romano - Crimson

You swiftly exited the bathroom and made your way towards the lounge room, where the party was held. To say the truth you didn't really trust the American who hosted the party, especially when it came to health and hygeine. You had been inspecting his house for quite a while now, looking for hazards to your safety as well as checking out some of the hot guys in their costumes.

Your quest was suddenly interupted by a bright red tomato, "Don't you dare force me into such a game, you bastards!", who was yelling insults at the other men. The giant tomato was reaching towards a hat, in an attempt to spill it's contents out of the window.

"C'mon dude, have a little fun!", the American laughed, "Here comes _____", he exclaimed as he turned to you, "You'll be our first player"

Curiousity got the better of you and you were suddenly forced into a game of Seven Minutes of Heaven. You raised a brow at the obnoxious American before heaving a sigh and snatching the first paper from the top of the hat. Readjusting the glasses onto your nose, you handed the slip over to the host.

"See, Romano, I told you that you'd be lucky, _____ picked you!", the American declared before shoving the arguementative italian into the closet, you following behind.

When the door was closed and locked you were both enveloped in darkness. You fumbled around in your pocket and revealed a small torch, which you shone onto your partner's face. Romano glared back at you in response.

"So, why are you dressed as a giant tomato?", you interogated him, flashing the light in his eyes.

"It's because it's my favorite vegetable" he growled, refusing to make eye contact with you.

Your glasses twinkled as you straightened out you scientist labcoat, "Sorry to burst your tomato, but it's a fruit", you stated matter-of-factly.

Romano's head shot up as he stared at you, face blushing to an extent that it managed to match his outfit's. You chuckled at his embarrasment, causing his face to exceed every shade of red possible.

"Spain lied to me, that bastard", he mumbled as an excuse.

While he stared at the wall timidly, you reached for his long curl and chuckled. You had always wondered about that curl of his, and while he was flustered and distracted it was the perfect time to experiment on it.

As soon as you tugged his curl a "chigi" sound echoed from him. You looked at him worriedly but was suddenly pulled into an embrace. Romano was sending feathery kisses up and down your neck sensually, much to your suprise and pleasure. His curl was still in your hand, and you smirked knowingly. You had managed to find his erogenous zone.

You let your fingers stroke his curl, soon knitting your fingers into his dark hair. This action made him moan out in pleasure, his eyes lidded and filled with lust. He continued to ravage your neck with his lips, nipping at the tender flesh and leaving a trail of love bites.

You mewled as his touch, sweet sounds escaping your lips as he continued his sensual actions. Romano brought one of his hands to your back, pulling your body closer to him as he asualted your neck with kisses. He began to grind his hips into yours, satisfied with the noises he was able to tease from you.

The door suddenly opened, shedding light upon your intertwined forms. The chuckling responses from your spectators made Romano growl agitatedly.

He leapt to his feet and yelled, "You bastards, don't mock me!"

As the italian was rampaging around in a hissy-fit you managed to escape the closet and return to the party, a smirk ghosting over your features

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You had discovered and successfully experimented on the typical erogenous zone of a tomato.

Mission Complete.