2p!italy x reader - sweet and spicy(part 3)

The blonde opened the door and looked down at you.

"Lovely. Fabulous. I love it" he smirked and nodded.

You looked down and shrugged a bit.

"Thanks?" You turned your statement to a question near the end.

"Of course~ now. I must know your name, Bella. And you must know mine as we will be seeing each other a lot and you need a friend in the place or else you'll go insane." He chuckled slightly

"_____" You replied, chuckling slightly.

"What a perfect name, for a perfect woman." He smiled softly "my name is Flavino Vargas. But you can call me Flavi or even Flavio. Whichever."

You nodded, smiling at his compliment. "Nice to meet you Flavi."

"You as well ____" Flavino smiled and began to walk, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him.

It wasn't long until you were in the the largest kitchen you had ever seen.

A kitchen of 15 stoves, at least 1,000 cupboards, 3 large freezers, 13 condiment shelves, and 1 long counter with many different tools laid out upon it.

Flavino smirked at your face and looked around proudly.

"I designed the kitchen too~ pretty much the whole house." He said, looking down to you.

You blinked at least three times before looking up at him and jumping towards him, hugging him tightly.

"This is amazing Flavi!" You shouted, just as Italy walked in.

Flavi's eyes widened and he pushed you off of him, turning you and standing you up straight, looking right at the angry Italian.

"Out, Romano!" Italy ordered, growling at him.

Flavio nodded and made his way out the kitchen door.

You looked down slightly.

Italy walked towards you, boots clicking on the hard floor.

"He's gay Bella." He said, obviously trying to keep calm.

"S-sorry, sir." You bit your lip softly and looked half way up towards him.

"Good. Now. Unless you want me to try again with your ear, and I know I'll miss and hit your face, why don't you get to work." He said, speaking through his teeth.

You nodded and made your way over to the counter where a Cook book was opened to an old recipe for pasta. But. Things were crossed out and replaced with other ingredients...in...well you hoped red pen.

You began by making the dough for the pasta, slicing it into thin pieces and running it through the pasta maker, which sliced and rounded it.

You dropped the pasta noodles into a pot and rushed to make the sauce.

Finding each ingredient and beginning to mix them together, including a very special sauce that was unlabelled for some reason.

After tasting it, you assumed what was in that sauce bottle was...blood....the sauce had a taste that was very irony.

Although you said nothing.

Plating the pasta and handing it to a woman in a black dress, you finally managed to relax.

You were told to follow her and were led to a room with three long tables going down vertically and one long horizontal table in the front of the room, where Italy sat, hungry and impatient.

You were seated next to him and given a part of the pasta that was on his plate.

"Remember. I said you must taste it first" Italy stated, watching as you took a bite of the 'special' pasta.

"Y-yes sir" you nodded after swallowing, barley.