Romano x Reader
"Happy birthday, __________!" hollered Gilbert, Matthias, and Alfred; as you walked back into your "home."
It was your birthday, but you hadn't expected your new boyfriend and his two closest friends to throw a surprise party.
You chuckled as a smile graced your features. "Thanks, you guys. I didn't think you would do this for me!"
Gilbert plopped onto a nearby parlor seat and pulled you onto his lap.
"What else would you expect liebe; I'm not that dorky old boyfriend of yours!!!" your eye twitched at the comment.
You had recently broken up with Lovino. He was, as Prussia called him, rather dorky; and he could be a jerk but you had really liked him........but he......
"YEAH!" you exclaimed.
"HE'S PROBABLY WISHING HE NEVER LEFT THIS GREATNESS FOR THAT BELGIAN CHICK!!!!"
"That's the spirit, __________!" you glanced at Matthias, your (e/c) eyes were ablaze with zeal.
He shrunk back, somewhat frightened from your sudden change of attitude.
"I'M READY TO MOVE ON!"
"Well then......" Gilbert started; trailing kisses down your spine, "shall we begin opening your-"
The kissing halted as the door fell to the ground; it had been kicked down by an unidentified entity. Everyone's eyes widened in terror.
A man stepped in, wearing a carnival mask resembling a disco ball, and.......a tight black body suit?
"Pfffft-" spat Alfred.
You looked at Gilbert; the corner of his mouth was jumping up and down.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Matthias burst, causing a chain reaction of tumultuous laughter and giggles.
"H-he....HE'S WEARING SPANDEX!!!!!" you choked, wiping a tear from your eye.
"NO! He looks like Lady Gaga!!!!" you twisted your head over your shoulder to look at Gilbert, Alfred and Matthias followed suit.
"HE'S RIGHT!!!!" Matthias bellowed, as he fell to the floor cackling.
"ENOUGH!" the man yelled, the laughter ceased. The voice sounded excruciatingly familiar.
"It couldn't be...." You muttered, scratching your head and untangling your (h/l) (h/c) hair.
"I'm here for __________," he said, walking further into the house.
Gilbert stood up, and walked over to the man. He whispered something to the masked individual.
"Listen man, I don't know who you are; or what you want with __________, but I haven't gotten the chance to screw with her yet, so come back some other time!"
The man's hands turned into fists.
"He sounds so familiar, dammit! Why can't I remember....." a loud cracking sound disrupted your thoughts.
You followed the eyes of Alfred and Matthias to see Gilbert lying on the floor with a bloody, broken nose.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" you shrieked, as the man stormed towards you.
"I'M DONE WITH THIS POTATO EATING BASTARD! We're getting you out of here NOW!" he lifted you up, and threw you over his shoulders.
"GUYS! HELP ME!!!!" Matthias and Alfred simply stared: they were dumbfounded, and Gilbert was out cold.
"Great, I'm probably about to be raped by some kind of Lady Gaga impersonator...." The man carried you out of the "Awesome Trio's" layer in silence, and seated you in the passenger seat of his.........black Gucci Fiat-500?
"NO. NO IT CAN'T BE YOU!" the man pulled of his mask.
"But it is," said Lovino as he unzipped his jumpsuit.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it ragazza?"
"....................." you put your head down and stared at the floor.
"Y'know, I'm really sorry for leaving you....and that jerk doesn't deserve you," you remained quiet.
"Not that I do....." he mumbled.
"I need you back, __________. I want you to sit back down at my place, where you belong, and I.......I miss your lipstick on my face! No matter how many times I complained about it!!!" you looked back up to see his face burning; he was a shade of red that would put Antonio's home-grown tomatoes to shame.
You sighed, "Hey!"
Lovino stopped ranting, and looked you in the eye, his curl bobbed up and down.
You pinched it between your thumb and index finger.
"C-CHIGI!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" his eyes widened, and his blush grew 10x's deeper.
"SHUT-UP!" Lovino gulped.
"If you want me to take you back, you need to do several things. ONE! Apologize for leaving me!"
"I'm sorry....." he murmured.
"TWO! Never wear spandex again!"
"Actually it's leath-"
"I'M NOT DONE YET," Lovino whimpered and stared straight-forward, avoiding your glare.
"Well, what is it?!"
"Strip," you said frankly.
"S-STRIP?!" he said, reeking of disbelief and embarrassment.
"Like this!" you began removing his shirt, as he remained slumped in his seat, confused as hell.
"Now," you smirked, "you're a grown man, I shouldn't have to tell you what to do next~"
He snickered, understanding your game.
"Well, if that's what you want...."
----------10 Minutes Later----------
"So," you began, still out of breath, "why were you quoting a Lady Gaga song; and dressed like her, for that matter?"
Lovino panted, "Well....I-I couldn't think of how to win you back, and......my brother said women like the showy things!"
You were not amused. You rolled on top of him and slapped his face.
"You're an idiot, Lovino!"
"Ti amo troppo, __________......" he said, wincing.