RomanoxReader

RomanoxReader
I've actually had this idea since February, and I actually only remembered it when I was writing my 'PrussiaxReader' heh heh  anyway, now that I've remembered it here it is! My RomanoxReader!

Ps: you play tennis in this. In tennis when talking about the score, you always say your score first, followed by the other person's. 
Love- 0 points
15-one point
30-two points
40-three points
50- winner
Deuce- when both players have 40
Add out- when you are one point behind the other person, in tennis you win by two points
Add in- when you are one point ahead of the other person.

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You sighed. This wasn't going well. You were on the tennis court playing tennis against a rival school, and the odds were not it your favor. It was the last game of the set.  The score was 2-7, and the current game score was love-40. If she got this last point, you would lose. 

Not only was this your first year playing tennis, but you were the only freshman on the team, & with your team being small, you usually played against Sophomore, Junior, and Senior girls.

You glanced over to the bleachers briefly. Watching your game were only two people you knew. Your father, who came to all your games, because he was the one who drove you there, and your best friend, Lovino Vargas. 

You and Lovino had been friends since first grade, when he moved there from Italy with his brother, Feliciano, whom he didn't like talking about. It wasn't until about 7th grade, however, that you had taken notice of is good looks. Yes, though you'd never admit it aloud, you had fallen for the handsome Italian.

It was his first time watching you play, and boy, was this the wrong game to watch. Not two minutes into the game, your right leg had been in pain. The night before your right leg had a random spasm, that was so painful it had woken you   from your sleep. You had held your leg in pain until it stopped, and this morning it was a bit stiff.

You still played. You didn't want Lovino to come for nothing, so you endured the pain, which was a mistake, considering it felt like your calf was being torn in half every time you moved. You bounced the ball a few times on the concrete court before looking at the other side.

"LOVE-40!" you shouted, loud enough for the spectators, and your opponent to hear. You then tossed the ball high into the air, while at the same time swinging your racket behind your back in a circle and raising it above your shoulder, smacking the ball over into the box on the other side of the court.

The girl hit it back hard, to your forehand. You ran up, not taking your eyes off that small yellow orb, and hit it with as much force as you could, hitting it over the net. Unfortunately, you hit it right back to her, which is not what you wanted to do. She used this to her advantage, and hit it to your backhand.

You rushed for it, only to swing late, hit the ball on the frame, not the strings, and have it bounce off to the side of the court. You stood up, fixing your (school color) visor, huffing and puffing. She had won. You had lost. Again.

You walked over tot he net and reached your right hand over to her, putting your racket underneath your left arm. You shook hands and both said "good game." You went over to the bench and grabbed your racket bag, put your racket in it, and grabbed your water bottle. You started walking over to your dad and Lovino. As you were walking, you uncapped your water bottle and held it to your lips, tilting it back and taking a very long, big swig of the clear liquid.

Lovino and your father stood up. Your dad was in jeans and a t-shirt. Lovino, however, was still in the school uniform long sleeved white dress shirt, khaki pants, and brown dress shoes. His navy blue school jacket was in his arms, and his tie was undone, both sides draping down either side of his neck.   You couldn't help but think he looked really sexy like this, and felt a blush rise to your cheeks, thankful that your face was already red from playing. 

"Hey at least you won two games!" your dad said enthusiastically. You smiled. You knew your dad was happy even if you just won a single game. You took off your visor and wiped your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand. You were still breathing slightly heavy, and you took several more gulps of your water.

Once your breath returned, you gave an apologetic look to Lovino. "Sorry that the first game you got to see was another loss Lovi." you said, using the nickname you had used for him since first grade. He smiled slightly. "it's alright. I just enjoyed watching you play." he said. You smiled back. You dad stood up and motioned for you both to follow him. 

You started walking, only to groan slightly in pain as you moved your right leg. It was sore as hell. You had been limping slightly around school all day, but the pain wasn't as bad as this. You stepped forward again, and sucked in air through your teeth as pain shot up your calf. 

Lovino stopped, and ran back to you, as you crouched down and massaged your right calf. "Mr. ________! (insert your last name)" Lovino called. Your dad stopped and started coming back, but Lovino held up his hand, implying that he could handle it. Your dad stood there and waited. 

Lovino looked back at you. "Are you alright _______?" he asked, a concerned look in his eyes. You opened one eye and chuckled slightly. "I-I'm fine L-Lovi. My leg spazmed  in the middle of the night last night, and it's been sore all day. I think I might have pulled my calf muscle when I was playing out there." you said.

Lovino looked at you surprised. "_______, if your leg was hurting, why did you play?" he asked. You smiled. "I didn't want my best friend to miss out on watching me play. Although now I regret it since I lost." you said. He smiled slightly. "You're too persistent _________." he said, helping you stand up.  

"Can you walk?" Lovino asked. You nodded and started to walk, but your limp had changed from slight, to dramatic. Lovino watched you struggle. He sighed. "Let me help you walk" he said. You didn't protest as he had you drape your right arm around his neck and lean on him slightly as he brought you to your dad's car.

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Once you had gotten home, your parents were going to the hockey game. Your  mother had put a heat patch on your calf, covering it with gauze and elevating your leg up. You lay on the couch for a good two hours. After this you tried walking around, but it was super painful.

You then suddenly had an idea. You walked into your parent's bathroom, and looked at their large bathtub. The bathtub took up a good portion of the room, as well as the shower. The bathtub was not only huge, but it had a jacuzzi system built into it. You unwrapped the gauze from your leg and turned on the water. Once the hot water had filled up the tub, you took off your clothes and sank slowly into the water.

After getting used to the temperature, you turned on the jacuzzi and sighed. This is what you needed after a long day. Not only had your tennis match not gone well, you limping all day made you a perfect target for the bat touch trio. They had been purposely bumping into you and tripping you up all day. By the time you had gotten into your dad's car, you had wanted to punch them so hard they'd be knocked into next week.

You sat in the tub for what felt like a good thirty minutes, when you got up out of the tub to get a towel to wipe the sweat off your face, caused by the steam. You got up and walked over pulling the drawer open, and finding no towels. "oh darn... Well no one else is in the house, I'll just run into the laundry room and grab one once I'm ready" you said. You then walked back to the tub and sank back into the warm, inviting water. 

You felt very relaxed. You were about ready to get out, when suddenly you hear a knock. It wasn't on the barroom door, but the front door. "_______?" a voice asked. Your eyes widened. Oh no. Why was Lovino here, and NOW of all times?! Another knock sounded. "_________?" Lovino said again.

You kept quiet, hoping that maybe if you stayed quiet, the Italian would give up and go home. Suddenly you heard jingling, the lock turning, and the door opening and shutting.  ' crap, I forgot I gave Lovino a key to the house. ' you thought. Your heart was pounding in your ears. it was just you and your secret crush, alone in the house. You were in the bathtub, and you had no towel in the room with you.

You heard footsteps slowly walk around the house, random doors opening and closing. Finally you heard the knob on the bathroom door jiggle, but not open, since you had a habit of locking doors when you took baths or showers, even it no one was home. Thank God.

"_-______?" Lovino asked nervously. You jumped, making the water in the tub slosh. You heard Lovino gasp ever so slightly in surprise. "L-Lovi?! Wh-why are you here?!" you said, your could barely hear yourself over your pounding heart. 

"I-I came to check on you, b-but I-I hadn't realized you were... Uhm d-do you want me to just wait in the other room until you-" "uhm... Y-you'd probably be in there a long time..." you said nervously. "Wh-why's that?" he asked. "uhm...I-I don't exactly ha-have a towel in here.. I-I forgot to check for one b-before I got in." you said, you were so embarrassed.

"D-do you w-want me to get one for you? I won't look, I promise!" he said. You nodded. "th-thank you...." you then heard foot steps walk off tot he laundry room. A few seconds later the footsteps returned. You positioned yourself so that your knees covered your chest, but you were still sitting down as well, making sure you were completely covered. 

The door unlocked and a very red faced Lovino stepped in, averting his eyes, placed the towel on the counter, and stepped out. "th-thank you!" you said again. You quickly got out and dried yourself off. You had brought in clothes and slipped them on. You then drained the tub and unlocked the door. You stepped out, only to run right into Lovino, who was standing outside the door.

You fell on top of him, and he fell backwards onto your parent's bed. You were both blushing a dark red. You quickly stood up squeezing your eyes shut. "I-I'm sorry Lovino!" you said. He stood up, blushing as well. "I-it's fine..." he said. You started walking to the living room, still limping dramatically. 

Suddenly you were lifted up bridal style and walked to the living room. You blushed and looked up at Lovino, who was also blushing, but not looking at you. "I want you to stay off your feet for the rest of the night." he said, placing you down softly on the couch.

You didn't say anything. You were just looking down at your lap, blushing a dark red. "__________? Are you alright?" he asked. Your cheekes turned red with embarrassment again. "_{I-I'm sorry Lovi....}" you whispered slightly. "I-I probably embarrassed you and I-I'm really sorry." you said, you could feel the lump form in your throat. 

Suddenly you felt the couch on your right sink down slightly and a pair of arms wrap around you, and a hand softly stroke your hair. "shhh it's alright bella, I'm not mad. It's alright." he said comfortingly. You softly lay your head in his chest. He continued to stoke your hair softly. You both enjoyed the embrace.

Finally, you looked up at him. "L-Lovi?" you asked. "hmmm?" he said. "Wh-what does 'bella' mean?" you asked, repeating the Italian word he had used earlier. You saw his face flush bright red and he looked down slightly. " _{I-it means 'beautful' in Italian....} " he said so quietly you almost didn't hear him. 

Your eyes widened and you blushed a dark red. "Y-you........You think I'm beautiful?" you asked, staring at him in disbelief. He gave a short, brisk nod. "I have always thought you were beautiful _________ ... T-Ti amo" he said, blushing a dark red. You only knew a little Italian, but you knew what he meant.

You turned his face towards you and kissed him on the lips. Lovino's eyes went wide, but he kissed you back. After a few minutes you broke apart,leaning your foreheads against each others. "I love you too Lovi." you said. At hearing this he broke out into the biggest smile you had ever seen him have, as he pulled you in for another kiss.