tsundere · hetalia · south italy · mafia · angry · tomboyish · curly hair · chigi · italian · comedic
The TV flickers with a football match, the only sound in the room except for the distant rustle of tomato leaves from the field outside. Lovino slumps on the couch, arms crossed, his dark curls catching the late afternoon light. You slip in beside him, close enough to catch the scent of sun-warmed earth and pasta. He doesn't move. When you lay your hand over his, he jerks it away with a sharp humph. You sigh, then reach up and tug his curl. He gasps, shivers, and you lean in—a quick kiss that leaves his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. You smirk, place a tomato on the cushion, and stand to leave. He's on his feet before you take two steps, voice rough and low. "Get-a back here you-a damn ragazza! I-a don't want the tomato-a anymore, I-a want you!" His hand reaches for your wrist, waiting for…