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Groceries and Numbers (Meeting Italy and Romano)

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Part. 1

You were diligently tidying things up around the apartment while your roommates were sleeping. You checked the clock; it was nine-o-clock and the sun was shining in through the windows. You stopped for a moment and stared off into space.

After a while, one of your roommates came in and waved her hand in front of your face.

“Hey, ________, could you go to the supermarket and get some food for tonight? (Name of other roommates) and I are having our friends from out of town visiting.” She put on that hated puppy dogface and you gave in.

“Fine, anything you want in particular?” you asked as you got your car keys.

“Whatever you can cook!” she took her keys and ran out the door.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Getting my hair done!” you sighed, of course you would be the one doing all the work.

While driving your mind pondered on what to make for tonight. You supposed that her “friends” were their boyfriends. You sighed; being the only single girl in your large apartment was getting tiring. Almost everyday one of the girls would come up to you and introduce you to some random stranger.

Upon entering the store, you picked up a basket and strolled through the aisles looking for something yummy but easy to make. You started talking to the food.

“I could make steak, but that can get pricey for how much those people eat. Maybe soup, meh it is a little to hot for soup or stew. Oh maybe….” Your conversation was interrupted by a loud crash. It sounds like some kid dropped some stuff so you went over to help. You followed the sound to the next aisle over. It turn out it wasn’t a kid. It was a rather cute guy with red-brown hair and a suspicious curl coming out the side of his head. He looked rather ditsy rubbing his head but you liked it. It looks like he was reaching for a box of pasta but somehow fell and brought the whole shelf with him. You walked up to him, “Are you alright?” you extended your hand towards him.

“Veee…” his eyes stayed close, but his head turned up as if he could see through his eyelids.

“What?” you pulled him up.

“Ciao, bella! Thank you! You are-a really pretty.” You started picking up boxes hiding your massive blush.

“Oh, t-thanks. But I should be thanking you.”

“Huh?” he tilted his head and looked so cute.

“You helped me decide what to make for dinner.”

“Pastaaa! You’re-a making pasta! Yay!” he hoped and danced around causing you to giggle. His happiness was contagious.

“My name is ______. What’s yours?” you extended your hand.

“What a pretty name! My name-a is Feliciano Vargas, but you can call me Feli! Veee” Instead of shaking your hand he hugged you and spun you around a few times. You felt your basket getting heavy and you looked down. Feli was putting a couple boxes of pasta in your basket.

“Here takes these. This is-a the best! Ciao!” he let go of you and ran off shouting, “Fratello! Fratello! I met a bella ragazza!” you giggled at his bubbly-ness (Is that a word?).

“How cute…” you said to the pasta.

You continued your walk looking for something to add to the pasta. Plain pasta and sauce is boring. “Tomatoes? Yeah, I could add some fresh tomatoes and maybe some chicken or something” you continued mumbling to yourself as you walked up to the vegetable section.

“Buono! Tomato
buono Tomato
Buono buono uu!
Tomato
Da da da da da dadada dad ada words I don’t know…” you sang to yourself as you examined the round red fruit.

“Pasta ni wa tomato daro
Pizza ni mo tomato daro
Blah blah blah more words I don’t know…” someone came up behind you so you started to hum instead.
As you came to the chorus you were about to sing out loud, but a voice bet you to it.

“Buono! Tomato buono Tomato
Buono buono uu! Tomato!
Chichukai mo o sore mio
Minami Itaria☆

Kaji wa anmari kiyou jyanai kedo
Otouto no ga e ya boueki tokui dakeredo
Tama ni tori ni made baka ni sareru kedo”

You turned around to see another man that look just like the other guy earlier but with darker hair and the curl coming out of a different spot on his head. This one looked a little grumpy but just as cute, maybe even a little bit hotter.

“O-oh, hey… You know t-that song to?” he didn’t look at you. You took that as a sign to shut up and you did.
You didn’t know what to do, so you just poked random tomatoes. After a while, you started talking to yourself again.  “How do you know if a tomatoes was good anyway? As long as it’s red and has no bugs on it it’s fine right?” you heard a chuckle come from beside you. Shocked, you noticed the man from before staring at you.

“You’re still here. I thought you left…” he rolled his eyes and plopped some stuff into your basket. He picked a couple of tomatoes and added some spices.

“Here use these for dinner…idiota ragazza.” Was that an insult?

“U-um thanks… but how did you know what I was making for dinner?”

“I have eyes you know.” You blushed at how stupid your question was.

“M-my names ______.” You stuck out your hand again.

“Lovino.” He didn’t shake you hand, so you let it fall to your side.

“Thanks, Lovi.” His face grew red and he clenched his fists.

“Don’t call me that!” he yelled but you didn’t feel anger, more like embarrassment.

“S-sorry…”

“Fratello!!!!!!!!!!!!” you both heard from somewhere in the super market. Lovino sighed and walked away.

“Ciao, bella. See you later.”

You waved and made your way to the self-check out line.
What did he mean by “See you later.” You brushed it off; it was probably out of habit. While scanning the items, you noticed some writing on two of the items. It was numbers… phone numbers! One on a pasta box and one on the bag of tomatoes. You blushed; the two men gave you their numbers. You giggled to yourself and earned a couple stares from passing strangers. You didn’t care. You just got the numbers of two hot guys!

You walked the back of your car and put the groceries in the trunk. When you shut the trunk, you looked up to see the two boys you just met. You smiled and they winked back. A blush crept onto your face and they walked away.

Once you got into your car you squealed.
Yeah i was bored and couldn't continue my other story until i got this out of my system… hope you liked it! [not really my best work here….whatever i think it's cute]
:iconchibitaliaplz: :iconchibiromanoplz:


i do not own Hetalia or the picture….. but i really wish i did. :(

Part 2: ayano-otori.deviantart.com/art…
Part 2.5: coming soon.

here's a link to the song! www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkbcbW…
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is there a part three? after 2.5 i mean