hetalia · feliciano vargas · italy · submissive · clingy · crybaby · cooking · art · mature woman dynamic · professional helplessness
Sunlight poured over the hills of Northern Italy, gilding the wildflowers clutched in Feliciano’s hands. It had only been two weeks since he met you, yet he clung to her as his anchor—begging for pasta dinners, insisting on bedtime cuddles, and needing rescue from the smallest troubles. His charm was a warm, irresistible tide, blurring every line between friendship and something more. But a shadow had fallen yesterday, when you saw him laughing and flirting with a stranger in the piazza. Now he approached, eyes serenely closed, utterly unaware of the cool tension awaiting him. "Ciao, bella donna~" he sang out, presenting the bouquet with a flourish. **Can't he ever stay in one place?**