A Good Christmas Time - (ReaderXRomano)

Today, finally, has been a day that could be called “peaceful”.

You didn’t have to work, and not because you were so ill that you couldn’t move a finger: today was Christmas’ Eve, the day you wouldn’t have to worry about one little thing.

In fact, that’s the only time of the year when everyone returns with their mind to their childhood. The smell of gingerbread men was in the air, as your boyfriend Romano has baked them just minutes ago. And even if you were warm under the covers your lovely boy has put on you, even if the lights of the Christmas tree and all the decorations of your house were shining brightly around you, you had your head absorbed into a book.

It was rather interesting to you, but you always felt distracted: May that be because your boyfriend was walking around the house like crazy, checking if everything was alright.

Finally, he found some peace and raised your legs from one of the arms of the sofa, sitting on one cushion and putting your legs in his.

“Romano, stop touching my feet… you don’t want me to jump on you and make you laugh until you beg me to stop, right?”
“Actually I wouldn’t mind, amore.”

You raised your head from the arm of the sofa and looked directly at your Italian boyfriend with a “I totally knew you were going to say that” look. Then you lazily looked at the book you were reading just moments ago. It actually became boring all of a sudden.

You threw it on the coffee table in front of you, it landed perfectly where you wanted it to stay.
Well, you weren’t so taken by the story, after all.

Stretching a bit, you pointed your arms to Romano, so that he could raise you from your comfortable position.
Romano stared at you for a couple of seconds before taking them and enveloping you in a big hug. You smiled happily and put your arms around his neck, looking at the Christmas tree that now was behind you.

Ah, Christmas. It’s beautiful, the peace you would find at this period of the year. His warm hands were running up and down your back, so protective, and so familiar. The closest the hug was the more you were feeling like your past has returned to give you a “Good Christmas Kiss”.

You’ve always liked Christmas. It has always meant a lot for you, because of course, it’s one good reason to return to your child heart. Everyone at Christmas has to be more happy and good, isn’t that so?

And your child heart was the one from when you have started to love people for who they really are. Of course, your mind and your heart have changed from when you were little, but what might be the Christmas spirit without one good dose of love? Moreover: how could you not simply LOVE this Italian boy in front of you?

You were now in his arms, and every person has one precise and different story with us: and now, because of his own person, you know he is your important one.

You couldn’t be more happy. What’s could make you feel more happy than one Christmas Eve’s day, your boyfriend and-

The doorbell ringed, waking you up from your sweet slumber on Romano’s shoulder. Grunting a little (annoyed because of this sudden intrusion), Romano gently placed you back on the sofa and stood up, saying that he would check the door. You nodded and started to fold the blanket.

When you heard Romano opening the door, you also hear the little noise of the light switch, and in fact, the main lights were suddenly off.

“KESESESESE!!! The AWESOME trio is finally here to the party!  Prepare your beer bottles, Gilbert is here to celebrate Christmas with you, _____!”
While you turned your head, you’ve seen Gilbert sprinting in with two presents, that placed under the Christmas tree.

Yes, you’ve invited the Bad Touch Trio, Romano’s twin brother Veneziano and his friend and Gilbert’s brother’s Ludwig to the party, (much to Romano’s dismay and protests). Slowly smiling, you watched Gilbert looking frenetically around the room, and knowing what was going to come next, you slowly slid down on the sofa, trying to hide in place.

Veneziano walked in jumping, hand in hand with Ludwig. When he saw his brother he kissed his cheek (A/N: Shh. It’s a common thing here, in Italy. We usually give two kiss on both cheeks to people we know well), and Romano reluctantly kissed back. Ludwig raised his hand to Romano, however, at that last move he looked away like he was more interested into the Christmas tree’s shiny lights.

“Ciao (A/N: I’m pretty sure you already know this is the Italian way to say “Hello”.), ______! Luddy and I are here too! Thanks for inviting usss!”
“J-Ja (A/N: I’m also pretty sure you know this is the way German-speaking people say “Yes”), _______, hallo (A/N: I know you know what does this mean.). Thank you for the invite.

Smiling because of the happy couple of friends, you suddenly turned your attention to a majestic voice that was coming into your home.

“Salut (A/N: Pretty much like the Italian “Ciao”. “Hello”, but informal.), _______. I’m here too! Wait, where’s our sweet _____? _____? Here, majordome (A/N: “Butler”), take my coat and hat. ______?!?”

Waking in with a smile, France threw his coat and hat on Romano (thinking that he actually was the butler – or a common hanger), and looked around the living room with a lost glance.

“THE F*CK?!? I’m not a FRIGGIN’ MAGGIORDOMO (A/N: “Butler”, but in Italian.), I’m Romano, YOU FROG LEG!”

While France placed his presents down next to Gilbert’s, and Romano was cursing to Gil and Francis, you could just try to melt more into the sofa, but you knew, Gilbert was soon going to find you. And jump on you.

“Oi, Rrromanito, what a pleasure finding you here!”

You heard the voice of the Spaniard boy coming inside the room, but suddenly, you also heart the door being shut violently and that Spaniard’s voice couldn’t be heard anymore. Knowing probably Romano has closed the door on him, you raised from your melting position and talked to Romano:

“Lovi, tesoro ("Treasure", in English it could be translated as "Honey", "Sweetie")! Don’t close the door on Antonio, he was one of the guest, it’s not good!”

Romano eventually listened to you (but just because these words were coming from you) and opened the door to Antonio-broken-nose, but you also have been noticed by Gil and Fran’s desperate glances.

“_________!!! FINALLY!”
“Our petite ________!!!”

They both threw themselves on you while you tried to flee from the imminent bone-crushing hug.
Nothing to do. With a light “Dammit” you landed on the ground with the two men on top of you, mostly squishing the life out of you.

“WHAT?!? Hey, you two b*stards, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!!! Only I can have that position with HER, UNDERSTOOD? Or tomorrow the news will be talking about me as the CHRISTMAS MURDERER!”

Pulling the two men off of you, Romano took you in his arms and gently placed you on the couch again. Spain stood there, with his usual aura of innocence, like everything that has just happened was just ordinary life.

Ordinary life of children’s heart, of course, (Romano being overly-protective, of course, but still saving your life).

He shut the door behind himself and placed his presents under the Christmas tree, joining the rest of the guests on the ground in front of you and Romano. You started to talk about random things, until Gil has said that “he needed to start the party with a good dose of beer” and has walked away to the kitchen, followed of course by his brother and all the guests.

Romano has suddenly leaned over you and caressed your face:

“______, love, it really was necessary to invite here… all these people?”

You turned a little chuckled a bit because of Romano’s desperation (it was all written in his gorgeous eyes), and held his face into your palm.

“But Romano, the more we are, the more funny it shall be! Christmas is one important day, we have to put our grudges and hate behind our back and just enjoy the day like little children would!”

Romano sighed a little, but kissed your cheek in bliss for your sweet words.
Your smile had the power to turn his mind off of all problems…

“Fratello! (A/N: “Brother”, in guess what language?) A kiss on the cheek isn’t enough for that girl! We want to see a full-lips kiss!”
“Kesesese! Right, Romano! Kiss her!”

That took you off, and made Romano return to his… nature.

“WHAT THA’ HELL?!? I’m-a not kissing in front of you-!!!”

You shut him up with a big, loving Christmas kiss so that he could curse less, and also because the mass could be happy. In fact, everyone clapped and threw whistles at you.
One you parted the kiss, you smiled, but Romano stayed still, or better, still surprised.

“…of course, just if she doesn’t want…”

He come closer for another kiss, which you happily gave him. The crowd clapped and whistled again, but this time, Romano didn’t care: he was having a good Christmas time.

Merry Christmas!