-This is a small art trade for a Dark!Italy drawing and a 2P!Italy oneshot ^^ So sorry for the incredible shortness!This is also a little break from my writer’s block, so that’s good xD
*Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the characters, or the reader. I only own the plot*
“Ciao, bella, ready to come to the dark side of the f- No, that’s so cheesy I can smell it!
“Okay, deep breath. You’ve seen the best side of Italia, how about the other side of my-?” A brief pause hung in the air as the words were mulled over for only a few precious seconds; a heavy sigh then filled the air. “I want to show you the evil of Italia, the truthful side- No, that’s still so imprudent. How am I going to make my advances when I sound like a cheap actor for a sick, unsuccessful romance novel? I guess I’ll just have to go off the cuff and hope for the best.”
With another heavy sigh leaving the nervous lips of notorious Luciano Vargas, the driver car door of his midnight blue Ferrari was swung open at an incredible pace. The man in question stepped onto the pavement of the driveway, swiftly marching up towards the wooden doorframe of a small, modest household. His boot-clad heels clicked roughly against the cement, echoing off the walls of the white walls he currently strolled towards. His palms began to perspire with the nervousness that flowed through his veins like a river, the sweat secreting along his hairline as well. Mentally cursing himself for being so vulnerable to the emotions swirling within his psyche, he paused when he was within a foot of the door, his balled fist rising to greet the passageway with a few blunt blows.
Should he do it? Should he retreat and recalculate his plans for the next time? What would he say? What if he was denied by-
Suddenly, the door was thrown open, nearly causing him to fall onto the ground as he stumbled backwards, his fist still poised in front of the door. “_____! I didn’t even knock yet!” the man burst loudly at the sudden surprise, his cheeks turning a soft tint of rosy pink.
The sound of a soft giggle interrupted his thoughts, the sweetness of her voice engulfing his blood-pumping organ. He simply froze in his place, his tensed muscles relaxing ever so lightly; however, when she began to speak again, his posture immediately straightened and he was once more on-guard.
“What are you doing here, Luciano?”
“That’s not important anymore. Just get in the damn car!”
Needless to say, Luciano realized that he didn’t need romanticized words that wooed the mind or eluding phrases that left the cogs of the brain spinning out of control. For his intent and purpose, and for his victim, he just needed to be straight forward. After all, that was the only way to request a date without making an utter imbecile of himself.