Country x Reader - Secret Admirer - Italy

Ding Dong.

'C'mon! Answer already, please!'

Ding Dong.

"Feliciano! Thank go- ...Ehhh?" Before you could speak further, you seem to notice that he just was wearing a white shirt that obviously didn't fit him at all. Also, you weren't sure if he was wearing anything underneath that. "I'm not...interrupting anything, am I?" you ask so tensely that you had to refrain yourself from blushing.

"Ehhhh? Oh! Excuse my messy appearance, bella! I was…uh- ju-just taking a siesta, you know, as usual. You know me,” your Italian friend joke around, scrambling the rest of his words out of his mouth. “So, any reason why you have visit me on this day?”

“Well, actually, there are many reasons. First, I think you can…well, let’s say try and help me decipher this letter I’ve gotten recently and second…actually there is no other reason other than that.” You handed him the folded sheet of paper that contain words of admiration that was found on your door. “Umm, is it fine if I can come inside and we can talk about this situation more?” You asked in a very dreary voice that was filled with unfamiliar emotions.

He gestured his hand towards the inside of his abode, motioning the approval of your request with a nod. You quickly went inside with a swift motion, taking off your shoes and coat. Jumping onto his cozy couch, you start wrapping your arms around one of the drab cushions, squealing and releasing all your overwhelming emotions into it.

“So, cara mia, should we start this?” he asked, now fully clothed and groomed, waving the letter to your face. When you signaled him with a nod, he unfolded the piece of paper and started reading out loud.

"There's something about you and I'm finding it impossible to stay away. Whenever you're near, 'I love you' is all I want to say, but I know those words can never escape my lips. I'd write how much I love you and how you make me feel, but I can never give it to you. I want to spend all my time with you. I might not know everything about you, but I have the rest of life to know. Love does not begin or end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war, but we can always forgive and love again. It has its ups and downs. Do we know when it had started? Maybe it's always been there and we haven't noticed. Have you felt it yet? Has it hit you like an infuriating train on tracks? Have you grabbed your paintbrush and let your feelings draw their ways onto the canvas of your mind? My painting is nearly completely...but it can't be completed without you.”

After a few seconds of silence with the both of you just staring at the letter, you broke the silence with a loud sigh. “Nobody has ever felt like this about me before. Well, not that I know of. I mean, this letter is so… straight forward and endearing on how they feel about me,” you uttered out as laid your head on Feliciano’s lap. “I am absolutely not sure if this is real or just a joke.”

“Oh, ______. I don’t think anyone would do that to you. Nobody jokes about love,” Feliciano tells you as he starts rubbing your back for comfort. “Here’s a thing though. I think I've a lead to your little secret admirer here.”

“What? Hey, wait! W-wh-where are you going?” you cried out to him as you saw him putting on a pair of boots and a coat.

“Correction. Where are we going? The answer…is at the art museum.”

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Passing through the busy crowds, you and Feliciano walk side by side together. You then reached the city's art gallery. Entering the massive building that was decorated with array of shades of pinks and reds, you took a look around.

“Ugh, maybe we should just come back tomorrow,” you said hesitantly, backing away towards the entrance. “You know, we can just continue this dinky investigation later and just go back to our abodes. I think there’s a gallon of ice cream calling my na-“

Before you had the chance to escape, Feliciano grabbed your shoulders and started pushing you towards the receptionist's desk. You then trudge your feet against the marble floor to try and stop yourself from approaching the desk that was occupied with an exceedingly cheerful woman. Your struggles and attempts of getting freed from your friend’s firm grip just failed. Wow, he’s stronger than he looks.

"Okay, calm down now, signorinella . Do you really want to ignore this calling sent from heaven?”

“Well, it wasn’t really sent from heaven. It was actually just placed on my front do-.”

“Bu- bu- bu- bu- bu-! Stop that, okay," he quiets you, laying a finger on your lips. "C'mon, you need to know right? Well, here's the plan. Let's split up, alright? We can find more answers, maybe investigate some of the workers here. We'll get more done that. Will that be alright?"

You nod, agreeing with the simple plan. He then leaves your side and makes his way towards the desk.

--

As you roam throughout the galleries that were filled with various masterpieces, you tried to observe your surroundings very closely. You didn’t want to miss a single piece of evidence that could help you get more answers.

”Attention! Attention, lovely vistors! Remember at five o’ clock we’ll be presenting a new painting called Look at her now…  It’s going to be a spectacular revealing! You’ll be able to meet the artist himself. Hope you can join us. Also, Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Thinking about the situation you were in right now, you really don’t have the time right now to go and check that ‘new painting’ thing out. Maybe some other time. A time when you’re not going on a scavenger hunt for love.

As time rolled by, you finally gave up the search.

‘Ehh, maybe it’s time to find Feliciano and see if he has anything.’ You grab your phone from your pocket, dialed his number, and started walking back to entrance.

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No answer.

Redial.

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No answer.

Redial.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-

“Umm, Miss! You should totally check out the revealing of Look at her now… ! It’s like going be an awesome event tonight. You can, as well, meet the artist in person!” a lady shouts out to cheerfully, handing you a flyer of the event.

“Ugh, no thank you. Kind of busy right now, sorry.” You continued to redial the number, speed walking away from the lady worker.

“Oh, Miss _________! Wouldn’t you just love to see the new revealing? It’s about 10 minutes ‘til they present. It won’t take that long.”

Oh, great anoth- Wait, how did he know your name?

“Ok, that’s kind of weird on hoooooow you know my name, but again. Just like what I told the other worker, I’m busy right now. So, bye.”

You kept your head down, trying to avoid other workers that were trying to convince you to go to that silly revealing.

'C'mon on! I can do this. I'm always there. Just ignore them, __________.'

”Attention! Attention! It’s almost time for the revealing! Again, we all hope everyone can make it. We especially hope a Miss __________ ___________ can join us. Revealing now starts in 3 minutes!

You stop in your tracks. They hope...I can join them? What…the hell is going on?

As you raised your head, still astonished from the recent announcement, you were now surrounded by many workers of the museum.

“Ok! Ok! I got the hint. Jeez…I’ll go and check it out, alright!" you cried out at the pestering employees, finally giving in.  The workers then escorted you to place of the revealing. As you arrived, the place was packed. It was full of life and smiles. As for you, your face showed irritation. You just wanted to go home, rest this day off, and find your friend.

5:00

"I bet this masterpiece is just the most amazing, unbelievable, and astonishing thing ev- ... ev- ..."

You couldn't finish the sentence because the thing that was before you made you speechless. As the curtain was pulled off, you just stood there, wide eyes and everything.

It was a painting...of you. It was also accompanied by many other little designs, patterns, and quotes. This whole thing practically covering the whole wall. As you continued to look around, you then finally notice the vast banner that was hanging from the ceiling stating the words of 'Presenting our newest piece of the museum, Look at her now… by Feliciano Vargas'.

Looking back down, straight at the painting, he stood there, smiling his little grin at you.

With about a thousand eyes watching you in awe, you completely ignored the stares and started walking which eventually turned into run and then a leap into his arms.

As he twirled you around, you could hear the sounds of clapping and cheers that were for both of you. The many emotions that swirled throughout your body practically ran down your smiling face.

Look at them now...