Merry Kissa My Ass! Romano x Reader

"Remind me again why I'm here doing this, in the middle of the night, at the peak of winter, and with absolutely no monetary compensation?"

You turned to look at the grumbling Italian and playfully poked at his side, "It's because we're doing this for charity silly!" You replied with a smile, "And it's the Christmas season! It's the time to be merry and happy~"

Lovino scoffed, "I'd be a lot more merry if I was back home next to my heater than out here!"

"But you're never merry fratello!" Feliciano pointed out.

"S-Shut up you pasta loving idiota!" Lovino shouted while trying to cover the blush on his face. "You can merry kiss-a-my-ass-a!"

"B-But you're a pasta loving idiota just like me fratello!" Feliciano held up his hands in defense.

"Don't you ever wonder why my country is shaped like a boot?" Lovino asked deviously.

"Wh-"

"Shut up you weren't supposed to answer! It looks like a boot so I can kick your ass that's why!"

"But we're the same country--"


You brought earmuffs along specifically in case something like this might happen. You knew that it would be a bad idea to bring Lovino along with you, Feliciano, Ludwig, Kiku, and Gilbert for some Christmas caroling, but you couldn't just leave your boyfriend alone at home -- especially not on Christmas Eve! So why not have him tag along? Plus, you knew that Lovino had an amazing singing voice. It would be a shame to keep that talent hidden.


"They're very lively aren't they?" Kiku chuckled in amusement.

Gilbert laughed, "Kesesesese! Why don't we just hold a comedy show with these two instead?"

Ludwig sighed, shaking his head, "If we did that then I think someone's going to end up going to the hospital…"

"Oooh but I think that would be a great idea! Lovino's really funny!" You agreed happily. Gilbert wasn't wrong on that one. Lovino is actually quite funny once you get to know him!

"S-Shut up potato bastard. Hell no, am I doing that for free." Lovino mumbled with a blush apparent on his face.

"If you don't want to put on a comedy show, then why don't you join us in singing?" You suggested cheerfully.

Lovino blushed, quickly averting his eyes from your cute face. "N-No way ragazza, that's too embarrassing."

"What's there to be embarrassed about Lovi? You have a great voice!"

If it was even possible, his face became even redder at your compliment. Man was your boyfriend such a tsundere. He placed a leather gloved finger on your lips as he shushed you in embarrassment. "D-Don't say it out so loud like that!"

You giggled at his reaction. Poor Lovi was always so shy when it came to things like this. Feliciano's face lit up, "Ooh (Y/n)'s right! Lovi has a beautiful voice! He could even sing in an opera-- OW OW OW OW OW!!"

"Shut up bastardo!" The Italian grumbled as he threw a punch towards his brother's arm.



You smiled to yourself as your friends bickered about in the background. Yup, this was exactly how you loved to spend Christmas Eve -- doing charity, spreading the Christmas cheer to each house, and all while bonding with those dear to you.

"All right!!" Gilbert cheered, standing in front of your caroling troupe like a commander talking to his squad. "This is the last house of the night, of the entire year! Let's make this a carol to remember for the seasons!"


You and the others cheered excitedly as the Prussian's motivational words pumped even more festive spirit into your veins. The last house of the year was beautiful. It was a large two story home decorated from top to bottom with Christmas lights, holly, candy canes, and other festive icons. Lit up animatronic reindeers grazed about in the snow and the snowmen decorated the pathway making the place look even more magical than ever.


You gently tugged on your favorite Italian's scarf in an attempt to capture his attention. "It's the last house Lovi, pleaaase?" You pressed your palms together and looked up at him hopefully. "Just this once? Can you be the solo singer just this once?"

You don't know if it was the peer pressure from everyone looking at Lovino expectantly or your puppy dog eyes, but he eventually gave in. "Okay, okay fine!" You cheered happily until Lovino continued on, "But on one condition."

"And that is?"



"You have to sing a duet with me."



Your jaw dropped as a playful smirk tugged at the sneaky Italian's lips. "B-But Lovi I'm not that good of a singer! I can only sing in a chorus not so--"

"--But you're not singing solo," He pointed out. "You're singing a duet. You're singing with me."

You fiddled with the hem of the your red scarf, your face turning as red as the neck warmer. "But…"

"Plus, you owe me for bringing me along to all your carols."


You hung your head in guilt. He had a point.


"F-Fine…you do have a point. J-Just don't laugh when I sing okay?" You grumbled before making your way up the doorsteps.

"But ragazza,"

You turned around, arching an eyebrow at the Italian, "Yes?"

"It's er…" Lovino mumbled, a bright red blush dusting his cheeks as he glanced back and forth between you and the ground. "You…have a beautiful voice too you know…and I've always wanted to sing a duet with you, but…"

"..Lovi~" Your frown eased into a smile as the Italian struggled to find the right words.

"B-But don't let it get to your head!" He jumped in surprise, crossing his arms and turning his head to the side haughtily. "Th-That's the only reason why I want to sing with you! If you weren't so crazy about Christmas and if your singing voice sounded like a dying raptor then I would have never suggested this you know! Consider yourself lucky!"

You giggled, skipping your way up the steps to ring the doorbell. "Yes, yes, I know Lovi~"


"Isn't this what you call a tsundere in your place Kiku?" Ludwig asked, turning to the Japanese man.

Kiku nodded. "Yes, but this is my first time seeing such a specimen up close."

Gilbert let out a low whistle, "As expected from the flirting master."

"Isn't this great fratello?" Feliciano hugged his brother happily, "You get to sing with such a bella ragazza! Ahh I want to sing with (Y/n) too!"

"Wh-Why are all of you gossiping about me?!" Lovino blushed in embarrassment. "And hell no! Find your own ragazza to sing with!"



"Feliz Navidad, carolers!"



"Oh god no--" Lovino groaned as the owner of the house walked out of the door happily. "It's the fucking tomato bastardo."

"Huh? Lovino?" Antonio called out curiously. "Oh and (Y/n), Feli, Ludwig, Gilbert, and Kiku too! Mi amigo's~ I can't wait to hear your beautiful voices!"

"Kesesese! Well you're in for a treat because (Y/n) and Lovino are going to sing a special number!"

"Really?! Oh I'm so excited! Where's my camera?! I must capture it on tape!"

"Here!" Kiku handed his camera to the Spaniard excitedly. "Use mine! I'll be glad to get the video burned onto DVD!"



"…"


"………"


"…Nope."


"Nope."


"Hell no."


"Sign me the fuck ou--"


"LOVIIII!" You whined, pulling on the Italian's scarf to stop him from leaving. "I thought we made an agreement!!"

He sighed, turning back around. "Fine, but I'm only doing this for you."

You smiled as his leather gloved hands found your cotton gloved ones. You beamed up at him, "Then it looks like we're on the same boat~"


Lovino sighed, turning to Antonio, "This song is called…"