What Would You Do If...? Romano x Reader oneshot

"Now everyone go into a closet with your given partner, and you have as long as you want to fill with 'What would you do if?' questions! The first people to leave their closet will have a consequence to fill though!" America beamed, his cheeks red from being tipsy.

You shuddered. What was with this thrown together and terribly boring sounding game? It was obvious the American and many others in the room were drunk. It was his birthday, but still. Why the hell did you even come to this party? You sighed, glancing over at your given partner; a very pissed off Romano, who was rosy-cheeked himself.

That was why.

When you had heard that the Italian was coming, you had to restrain yourself from jumping out of your seat and running to America's place.
But you didn't. You arrived late, as you always do, to a room of men knocking back booze like there was no tomorrow. You had stayed with the girls, just to be safe.

Then America approached with a hat full of items, and you all thought the same thing.

Seven minutes in heaven? Really?

But it wasn't. It was this odd 'What would you do if?' game. Though you guessed that a few of the pairs would revert to seven (or however long people wanted in this case) minutes in heaven. You almost choked when you picked out Romano's item. A tomato. You had almost laughed out loud, but knew you would have embarrassed him, so didn't. Instead, you chuckled slightly to yourself, only earning a small glare of him. You felt he was being odd since you picked him out. He had suddenly gone quiet all of a sudden, like he was in a bad mood. He usually talked to you quite easily, and it just pissed you off when he got like this.

"Are we...going then?" You asked quietly, seeing all the other couples heading into their designated closet. He glanced at you, before looking away quickly and marching off to the nearest available closet. You followed him in, closing the door behind you, plunging the room into darkness.

A light suddenly flickered on overhead and you flinched, clamping your eyes shut to protect them. A few moments later you opened them, blinking as they adjusted to the new level of brightness in the room.

Romano was sat against one wall, his back ramrod straight and his knees bent almost protectively in front of him. You mirrored his position on the opposite wall, but more relaxed. Your foot slipped and touched his, and he flinched away.

Oh.

"Are we going to play, or are we just going to sit in silence for the next however many minutes?" You were just getting plain annoyed now. He didn't answer, "Listen, whatever has been said or done to you has obviously pissed you off, but don't take it out on me."

You tried to look into his eyes but he averted his glance, and you almost growled in frustration. "Fine. I'll start then."

You looked around the room for inspiration. What could you ask him? You saw a zombie comic. Aha! Zombies are always a great conversation starter!

"What would you do if there was a zombie apocalypse?"

No answer. Hell, not even a reaction. You decided to try a different one.

"What would you do if I dropped a box of tomatoes off a cliff?"

He glared at you, causing you to giggle. This was fun, even without him answering.

"What would you do if you got drunk? Oh wait, you already are."

His glare intensified.

"If you just answer, it would automatically be you turn!" You sang, smiling. He looked even more frustrated.

"What would you do if I poked you?" Was your next one. There was no answer for that, so you decided to find out a reaction yourself. You crawled across to him, his eyes widening as you got closer. Then, you stabbed your finger into his shoulder.

He jumped high enough to nearly be standing, "Why did you actually do it?!" He yelped.

You shrugged, still on hands and knees, "You wouldn't answer me. So it's still my turn."

A wicked glint lit up your (e/c) eyes, and Romano locked his gaze with yours, his eyes serious and challenging.

Oh, now he wants to play? Bring it.

"I propose a new game. Still what if questions, but actions. Since you don't seem like you're about to ask any, I'll do the actions that I'm asking about to get the real reaction. Like the poke one." You said.

His eyes narrowed, "Fine."

You smiled, "What would you do if... I pinched your cheek?"

You reached up and did so, mentally reveling in the soft skin of his face. He didn't give a reaction.

For a while this carried on, asking questions to him followed by acting them out. You finally swallowed down your nervousness, your face getting closer to his. "What would you do if I kissed you?" You asked, before pressing your lips to his. You pulled away before he had any time to react, cursing yourself for being so stupid and bold. You had almost given away the fact that you like him!

When you pulled back you saw that his face was red, his eyes wide and confused. You felt your heart sink a bit.

Definitely stupid. Stupid, Stupid _____! You mentally scolded yourself.

"Next one!" You forced a smile that didn't reach your eyes, trying to pass it off as just some part of the game, and not your heart yearning for him to understand how you felt.

"What would-"

"What would you do if I kissed you back?" He cut you off with. Before giving you a chance to answer, he grabbed the front of your shirt and dragged you down into a heated kiss, his lips mashing against yours. You hesitated in kissing back, but the urgency and hunger behind his kiss was too intense, and you responded to it with equal force.

His hand wound its way into your hair as he switched your positions and lowered you to the ground. The two of you broke apart for air, and then he tugged your head forward for your lips to meet again. He nibbled your bottom lip, but you refused him entry. The thumb of his free hand rubbing circles on your hip, he let his lips trail along your jaw and to your neck. You gasped as he kissed down and up your throat, the hand in your hair tugging slightly now and then. You hands fluttered up and down his sides to match with your racing heartbeat, and one of them wound up in his hair as he latched onto your neck.

"What..." You gasped, "What would you do if... I pulled your curl?"

He froze up slightly as if debating whether to stop you, but your hand was already close to it, so you tugged. His lips left your neck as he groaned lowly. But you wanted it louder. Smirking, you wrapped the curl around your finger as you massaged his lower back and pulled sharper, harder.

The reaction was instantaneous. He pulled your hair to pull your head back and bit down on your neck, moaning loudly. He pressed himself flush against you and you gasped in surprise.

He ventured back to your lips and kissed you harshly, taking your breath away. Then, seemingly recovered from your teasing, he pulled back, a heavy curtain of lust upon his gaze. He blinked slowly, and leaned down to your ear.

"I wouldn't do that again if I were you." His lips brushed the shell of your ear with every word, and you shuddered as he tugged on it with his teeth.

"What if I wanted to? Would you stop me?"

The look in his eyes told you no, but you could tell he didn't want to carry on for some reason. It hurt more than you expected it to. Did he not see you as more than a friend?

But...he kissed me back...

He had trapped you to the floor by straddling you and boxing you in, and made no move to get up, so you turned your head to avoid his suddenly burning gaze.

I wish he wouldn't look at me like that...

"Hey, Romano..." You began after a few minutes of silence and recovering, "What would you do if...I told you Ti Amo?"

You could have heard a pin drop the closet went that quiet.

Preparing for the worst, you turned your head to meet his gaze again, and suddenly, that thing in his eyes that showed you he didn't want to go further was gone. The lust had tripled, if possible, and he suddenly looked like he was trying to hold back a great beast inside him. That look was... absolutely exciting.

"I would..." Your eyes widened, not expecting his answer, "say Ti Amo di più." He whispered, his voice hoarse, but powerful.

So that's why he was so quiet before. He was nervous.

You giggled before answering, slinging your arms around his neck and smiling brightly. "Ti Amo, Romano! Ti Amo."

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The Next Day

"So the first couple to leave the closet was Belarus and Russia...Don't glare at me like that, and you owe me for the closet door you broke, Russia. I don't care how creeped out you were."

America glanced around the room, mentally counting who was present. Everyone was here and out of their closet apart from...

"Hey, where's _____ and Romano?" Italy asked rather loudly.

"They were in closet 5, da?" Russia seconded.

"America, old chap. They're your closets, and the game was your idea, so go and check." England gave him a reassuring pat on the back, shoving him towards the numbered closet.

They're probably not in there anyway. They've most likely left and gone to their rooms.

His hand grasped the doorknob confidently.

Yeah. Romano was too nervous to have made a move on her like I said. Even though I set up that whole game for him!

He turned the handle and opened the door.

"HOLY HELL."

"CLOSE THE MALEDETTO DOOR, BASTARDO!"

"Romano, what's going on?" You let out a yawn, groggily rubbing your eyes as you were woken up by shouting.

SLAM. The door?

Thud. Had someone fainted?

"America, are you okay? America! Pull yourself together man! What the bloody hell did you see?!" The words were muffled from the other side of the now closed door.

"Niente. Go back to sleep, mio amore."

"Okay."