2p!Italy X Reader - Refusal

                [Reader-chan’s POV]

    You once again sighed in annoyance as Feliciano tried to flirt with you. “Bella _____, what do you think if we go to eat pasta together, tomorrow?” he asked beside you, with that big goofy face on his face. “I know this certain Italian restaurant. The pasta they served is just sooo delicious! And the atmosphere’s also great. They have live music and beautiful paintings… though still not as beautiful as you.” He winked on the last part, and you finally snapped on him.

    “Just finish your part soon, will you?” you finally half-yelled on him in a harsh tone, hoped that he would understand that you weren’t interested on his invitation at all. This last two hours with the Italian who couldn’t-sense-the-atmosphere just had been so frustating. Being stuck with him to work on a project class, only twosome in the library when it getting late was your worst luck so far. In your head, you had lost count on how many time you cursed the teacher for teamed you up with him.

    What was more, lot of another girl in your class was envious of you because of that. “Who wouldn’t like Feliciano?” they said. He was such a cute guy, yet charming on his own way. He was always cheerful and kind, unlike his gruff brother, Lovino. Well, everyone liked him or even love him, except you. You just didn’t like that he was such a crybaby sometime, and he also could be as noisy as Alfred. Dealing with him would be like dealing with a little kid, and you didn’t like it. Not that you hate kids, though… You were okay with kids, though you would rather not involved with them.

    Feliciano, after you snapped on him like that, put on a disappointed face. Many girls would pity him and fell for him when they saw that expression, but not you. He finally mumbled an okay, and back to the opened text book in front of him. That should make him quiet for a while, you thought. But unfortunately, that “a while” wasn’t so long. Just a few minute afterward, he asked you innocently, “Hey, _____ what do you think of me?”

    Not wanting to hurt his feeling, you just answered without looking up, “Feli, please, later on.”

    “But I really want to know,” he kept persistent.

    “What’s the big deal?” you asked back, getting piqued.

    “B-because…” he stuttered. “I really want to know.”

    You remembered that he also asked this kind of question to Ludwig, a lot of time. The thought of being annoyed by him like that was really unpleasant. “I don’t hate you,” you finally answered shortly, a bit lied.

    Feli sounded happy to hear that, though. But it turned out to be a mistake of you to answer him like that, because then he asked again, “Then, do you love me?”

    You shot up a gaze to him, eyes widened. What kind of ‘diplomatic’ answer should you say now…? You opened your mouth, but then shut it again. Finally, you sighed for you don’t know how many times today, faced him with a grim expression, and cleared your throat. You began to get tired of pretending, you just wanted him to understand what you truly thought of him. “Listen Feli,” you started off.

    He erected himself in his sitting position in response, and got quiet. His expression was innocence like a child as ever.

    “I do not hate you, I got to admit that…” you kept on. “But… You know, when someone tell you that he or she don’t hate you, it doesn’t mean he must be love you. And… to be honest, in my eyes, you’re a bit annoying sometimes. I would appreciate it if you can keep your voice down a bit. Really, I don’t hate you,” you repeated again, and suddenly ended it, “Just… yeah.”

    The expression he showed you afterward made even your heart pinched a bit. He was clearly down to hear your opinion of him, thought you didn’t state it that bluntly. It was just like, for once he could understand a hidden meaning of someone words.

    You tried to lift up the suddenly down atmosphere. “Well, let’s finish this and go home soon, shall we?”

    Feliciano smiled a weakly and nodded. For the next fifteen minute, the air surrounding you was extremely uncomfortable. You were glad that he finally got your meaning, but… Though you hate to admit it, you actually felt a bit guilty as well. No matter how much you dislike him, looking him this gloomy just felt wrong either. At one point, Feliciano suddenly rose up from his seat. As he quickly walked past you to the door, you could hear him mumbled, “I- I’m going to the bathroom, just a moment.”

    [Italy’s POV]

    Feliciano let his head hung, while he gripped that edges of the bathroom sink. No, he didn’t cry. But he let out a low mumble, rapidly, as if he was chanting.

    “Why? Why didn’t she like me?” he repeatedly asked himself. “I’ve been trying hard to be nicer to her, more cheerful when I’m around her. But she said I’m too loud. She don’t like me because I’m noisy. I even haven’t actually confessed to her, but she already rejected me.” Yes, Feliciano had been having a crush on you. He had been keeping it for five years, but now his heart was broken.

    His rumble getting even faster and more frantic as he kept on. “I know I’m not as strong as Ludwig. And I’m also not so smart. Even fratello isn’t as dumb as me. If only I could be as calm as Kiku… Or as cool a big brother Francis… Will _____ come to like me?” But then something else slipped into his tone. Something darker. “But why? Why should I try so damn hard to make her like me, anyway? Does she think she’s better than me? Than I must be an idiota to have a crush on her for this long.” And then his shoulder shook a little as he let out a dark chuckle. “Such an arrogant ragazza… She should pay…”

    The auburn hair that covered his face was slowly getting darker. Even the face that it covered getting darker, more tan. And when he finally lifted up his face to look at the mirror, the pair of eyes that looking back at him wasn’t colored warm brown anymore. It was magenta, with a tint of blood red, and it was burning with furry.

    “She shall pay for toying with my feelings for this five years!”

    [Back to Reader-chan’s POV]

    It had been more than twenty minutes since Feliciano gone to the bathroom, and he hadn’t come back. He couldn’t possibly drown himself, could he? No, but he might soak himself with his own tears, you thought bitterly. After waited for him that long to come back, taunted by his hurt expression when you spoke out your thought on him, guilty had taken over you. Should you apologize to him, you pondered. No, you were just too shamed to actually say sorry… but perhaps you could offer to treat him something as form of sorry? The idea sounded nice to you.

    You began to think of what should you treat him, when the library door creaked open. You sighed in relieve, but astonished when you saw the figure that walked into the library. You could be certain that the guy approaching you now was Feliciano, but… something just wasn’t right. Every feature of him looked different, darker. As if he was literally fell into the darkness. With a quivering and low voice, you asked, “Who…?”

    “Hm?” he tilted his head to the side even before you finished your question. By now, he had reached your place. He didn’t sit down yet, but just looked down on you from beside. An unpleasant smirk bloomed on his face as he replied, “It’s me, bella.”

    No, this couldn’t be him. Felt uncomfortable under his gaze, you slowly got up from your chair. “What happened to you?” you asked again, in cautious tone now.

    He suddenly leaned forth to you, and got hold of your chin. His now tanned face was just an inch away from you as he whispered the reply, “You honestly want to know, _____?”

    You tried to pry his hand of your chin and stepped back. But you was staggering, and one wrong move, made you lost your balance. The next event was happened too fast for you. Before you could fell to the floor, Feliciano-look-alike nimbly caught you by your waist. Then you felt another hand abruptly pushed your head from behind, and his lips was smashed against yours. When pulled back, you were ready to blow up on his face, but then you stopped as you noticed the fury in his eyes.

    “Five years,” he spoke up again, still not louder than a whisper. “I’ve been wanted to kiss you so badly for five years. But now I know that it wouldn’t go as I imagined, I’ll just use force. Because I will always get what I want.”

    You were really lost of words, with a horrible thought on your mind. Was this really because of you…?

    As if he could read your mind, he chuckled darkly and said, “I see you’re amazed of what you had done to me, ragazza. And I’ll have you to pay me back for the pain you’ve caused me.”

    Before you could think of anything else, he nuzzled his head to the crook of your neck. And you yelped when he bit your soft skin. You tried to struggle against his arm, but both of his hand imprisoned you strongly. He was pretty much different from his petty-usual self. Just what the heck happened to him?! While you were busy, a foot swooped your leg, and you finally fell to the floor with him on top of you. The pain you felt when you hit the floor was nothing compared to your fear as you saw the magenta orbs that gazing at you… hungrily, and full of lust. Soon, you felt his hand snaked to beneath your shirt…

    This can’t be happening…