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2P!Axis PowersXReader {The Wanted} 2P!Romano End

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-- FINALLY! The ending we've all been waiting for! 8D Or at least I have… I really hope you all have enjoyed the series so far! ^^ And I hope you're also looking forward to more of my 2P!Hetalia reader inserts! ^^ I'm currently working on a 2P!Spain, and have a 2P!Russia in the process of thought. and I'm still working on my WWYC series xD
Warnings: SUPER FLUFFINESS AHEAD! D: And 2P!Germany's language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or You*
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You looked up to see ruby red eyes in the middle of a soft skinned face with a long scar off to the left and a nearly black bruise on the right side, with a bit of blood trickling from it. The eyes looked surprised, and upset about something. All you could was look back into them, seeing the hurt look. When he tore his eyes from yours to look down at the rope, you noticed he was trying to get them untied. He was struggling, and you could see it by the scrunched look in his face of determination.

"Here, stupido, let me do this," Italy groaned, walking up to your place in the room, holding his slightly bloodied knife up to the ropes. He then put the blade against the ropes and began sawing, not caring that the blade was cutting the ropes quickly and would cut your skin if he wasn't careful.

"D-don't cut her, fratello," Romano squeaked, watching carefully as his brother continued to rapidly the cut the ropes. Italy simply scoffed at his brother. Suddenly the last thread of the rope was cut, letting the now split ropes spring away from your body and onto the floor. However, Italy continued to cut, accidently slicing your arm near the bend in your arm. You gasped, flinching as the skin was sliced in a searing pain.

Italy suddenly stopped, yanking his hand back, his eyes full of worry. "Oops," he spoke, folding his knife up and returning it to pocket. Romano suddenly jumped to his feet.

"I told you not to cut her!" the blonde growled through clenched teeth at his brother as he retreated. You looked down, seeing a steady stream of blood starting to gather at the cut, eventually breaking and trickling down your arm. Your first reaction was to the pain, and you hissed lightly as you stood. Romano looked back at you, his hand going to your arm. He then pulled it up, examining it. His eyes soon looked up at yours, apology in his eyes. "It's not too bad, but we'll have to patch it up before you lose too much blood," he reasoned, letting his hand fall away from your arm, a small blush on his cheeks.

"Come on, let's get home before its sunrise again," Germany groaned, his arms folded up over his chest as he stood in the doorway. Romano nodded his head and began walking towards the door behind Japan and Italy, you following behind him. Then, Romano got an idea, and grabbed hold of a sleeve to his sweater vest. He pulled on it roughly, and had some troubles, but managed to rip a strip of it off. He held onto it as he climbed into the backseat of his red convertible car, letting you climb in beside him. Italy and Germany took the front seats, and Japan sat on the other side of the blonde.

Romano looked over to you, a small smile on his face. "Let me see your arm," he spoke softly, holding his hand out. You looked down at the cloth in his hand and lifted your arm towards him. His cold hands gently took hold of it around your elbow, and his other hand put the cloth on your bleeding gash. Then, he wrapped it around your arms only twice before he almost ran out of cloth to tie; however, he managed to tuck the left over inside part of the wrapping to hold it in place. "There, it should be good until we get home," he smiled at his work proudly, his eyes lifting up back to yours.

You smiled back at him, examining it. "Thanks, Romano," you thanked him. He nodded his head, quickly turning his head forward, pink dusting his cheeks.

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You walked behind the others into the house they called home, squinting your eyes when Germany turned the lights on. It really didn't help that it was nearly midnight, and you were all very tired. You started towards the room you had stayed in the first night, hoping there would be some clothes there for you to wear for the night. When you get to the door and open it, you find someone else laying the bed. They had very pale blonde hair, but you couldn't see their face for their back was turned to you. Not wanting to both them, you quietly shut the door and made your way back downstairs.

Sighing, you sat down on the cough beside Germany, who was currently busy untying his lace-up combat boots and pulling them off. He said nothing until his feet were free of the tight, heavy boots. Instantly the stench washed over you, making you cringe and quickly plug your nose; they were disgusting! It smelled like something died in them and didn't get cleaned out for a few years or so.

Germany looked over to before chuckling. "Better get used to it," he grinned. You rolled your eyes.

"I have to ask you something," you spoke, your voice sounding different with your nose plugged. Germany raised an eyebrow as he stood and took his jacket off, laying it over the back of the couch. "Who's that person in the room up there?" you asked him. His eyes suddenly lit up at this, his smirk turning into a soft smile.

"That's mein bruder, Prussia," he explained, before realizing why you asked. His smirk once again appeared. "But you're always welcome to sleep in my room if you like," he grinned like a shark.

You quickly shook your head. "No thanks," you spoke to him, getting off the couch and scooting away from his boots. You finally unplugged your nose and took a deep breath of fresh air. Germany chuckled again, picking up his boots and setting them by the wall near the kitchen. Didn't he have a better place for those?

When Germany went down the hall to his own room, Romano walked into the living room, a medical kit in his hand. You watched as he tiredly sat down on the couch, opening the metal box and shuffling around until he found a bunch of cotton. With a small smile on your face, you walked over to him. He heard you and looked up at you, his cheeks turning pink.

"Oh, _____! I thought you went to bed," he spoke quietly, the cotton still in his hand. You shrugged your shoulders, sitting down beside him.

"My room's in use right now," you simply said, watching as he turned back to the box, pulling out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol. He nodded his head, tearing a chuck of cotton off the wad and setting it down, opening the bottle of rubbing alcohol. He then took the cotton, placed it over the end of the bottle, and tipped it quickly, getting the cotton wet. The powerful scent of the rubbing alcohol hit your nose, making it itch and your eyes water a little.

"Well," he started to speak, placing the cotton on his cheek where he was hit so hard it split the skin. He hissed in pain, his other hand clenching in pain. After a moment he pulled it away, sighing in relief at the pink staining the pristine cotton. He then got a large squared Band-Aid, opened it up, and placed it over the bruise. He then turned to you, his eyes locking with yours. "You can stay in my room if you want."

Your cheeks flushed a little at his offer; just the thought of sleeping in the same room as him made your mind spin. "Y-yeah. I might," you replied. "I mean, that's better than sleeping on the couch," you chuckled nervously. Romano nodded, his cheeks still heated.

His eyes suddenly shot open. "Oh!" He tore off another chunk of cotton, and grabbed some gauze and medical wrap from the box. He then dabbed the cotton in rubbing alcohol again, only this time he turned towards you. You rose an eyebrow, and suddenly remembered as well that you had been cut.

He reached over, carefully taking the cloth off with his free hand, and dabbing the cotton on your cut. You flinched a little, biting your lip as the liquid suddenly hit the tissue inside your arm, causing a terrible burning.

"It's okay, I'm just putting a little on so that it doesn't get infected," he explained, pulling the cotton away as he placed a soft piece of what looked like some kind of medical cloth on it. With that, he carefully wrapped the gauze over it twice, followed with a single wrapping of the medical wrap.

"There," he smiled, putting the things away back into the box. You looked down at it, and smiled. As Romano went to put the box back away into the bathroom, you took the used cotton and threw them away. When you did, you discovered a cupboard of powders, including baby powder.

"Well, I think it's time we get to bed," Romano spoke quietly from behind you, heading towards his room. You quickly followed him into the room. Once you got into the room, he went to his drawers and pulled out a pair of loose shorts and a decent fitting T-shirt. "You can go ahead and change into those if you like. I won't look," he told you before turning around; you copied his actions.

You blushed deeply, but quickly threw your clothes off, putting the other set back on. The shirt was a little tight around the chest, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. When you turned back around, you saw he was already pulling the covers over his body up to his chin. You were a little confused as to how he changed so quickly, but you shrugged it off.

You pulled the covers back and climbed in beside him, smiling to him. He looked unsure, and his face was turned into a deep red. "Romano, there's nothing to be nervous of," you tried to comfort him. "I don't bite."

"I-I know. It's just… I…" he paused, trying to think of how to word what he was thinking. "I sleep in my underwear," he finally blurted out. Your face turned crimson, but you couldn't help but smile at how adorable he was acting.

"And why's that bad? I do it all the time," you replied, shrugging your shoulders. This caused his face to heat up even more, making it practically glowing now. You couldn't help but smile at how adorable he was.

"I-I'm sorry, _____," he spoke sadly. You were confused, and rose an eyebrow. "I'm sorry I couldn't make the right choice. I'm sorry for believing the Allies and letting them hurt you like they did. I'm sorry for not being there to protect you. I'm just so sorry for being so worthless to you." Your eyes widened as he went on. With every word he got chocked up, and by the middle of it, he was crying. He sucked in breaths quicker than you could react, his eyes closed tightly.

"D-don't cry, Romano! I-it's not your fault!" you tried to reason with him, moving closer to the shaking Italian. "At least you tried. I'm not going to judge you because you failed; I'm just judging about how hard you tried. And you tried harder than anyone, and I appreciate that." His sobbing started to slow down, his cascading tears stopping their flow as his eyes opened a little. He still sniffled. "To me, you did more than any of the other guys, and I like that about you," you smiled.

"R-really?" Romano sniffed a little. You nodded your head quickly, leaning in a little as you kissed the tip of his nose.

"Yeah. I can't thank you enough. And I wouldn't want to be in this situation with any other person," you smiled brightly at him. He brought his hand up, wiping the tears from his face, avoiding where his bruise was placed. He then took a deep breath, his ruby, puffy eyes looking back at yours. A small smile formed on his lips.

"_____. I-I think I love you," he spoke with a small chuckle. You let out a small laugh as well.

"The feelings are mutual, Romano." With that, his arms suddenly reached out and wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. You gasped a little, put smiled anyways. With that, you let your head set against his forearm, closing your eyes peacefully. Finally, you had found peace in this crazy world.

--Extended Ending--

You woke up the next morning, still in the half naked Italian's arms. Your body felt so relaxed, like you just woke up from the best sleep of your life. Still though, you just wanted to lay there in the arms of Romano, the man who changed your life. Everything was so quiet, so relaxing, so-

"WHO THE HELL PUT BABY POWDER IN MEIN BOOTS?!"

Well, until Germany found out that someone tried to aromatize his boots.

~ THE END ~
FINALLY! It's done!! :la: I'm really surprised I got this wrote as fast as I did. ^^ Actually, I'm kind of proud. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did! ^^

Next I'll finish the first chapter of WWYC series, and then most likely a 2P!Spain reader insert with a small lemon. So be watching! :D

~Chapters~
:bulletred: 1 :bulletred: [link]
:bulletblack: 2 :bulletblack: [link]
:bulletgreen: 3 :bulletgreen: [link]
:bulletyellow: 4 :bulletyellow: [link]
:bulletpurple: FINAL :bulletpurple: [link]


ENDINGS:
:bulletwhite: Japan :bulletwhite: [link]
:bulletblack: Germany :bulletblack: [link]
:bulletred: Italy :bulletred: [link]
:bulletgreen: Romano :bulletgreen: You're here!

I do not own Hetalia, the characters, or you. I only own the plot and story.
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LinsaSake's avatar
It would be better if there was vinegar in them~ (family recipe for deodorizing anything)
XD But that ending- priceless