Packaging - Italy x Reader

You heard your doorbell ring and went to open it, expecting Ludwig or one of the Italian brothers to greet you. Instead, you saw a cardboard box in a shaking frenzy at your porch. On top of the box labeled ‘tomatoes’, there was an envelope addressed to you. You picked up and opened it, reading the letter inside.

‘Dear (Your Name),

If possible, I would like you to take care of your Italian boyfriend for some time. He can take care of the feeding himself if you have the correct ingredients to make pasta and make sure you keep those ingredients stocked everyday. Also, he is able to sleep anywhere as long as it is not outside, the kitchen, or the tub, but it is recommended that you provide him nice warm bedding. However, if you ever found out that he is lying on the coach butt naked like the day he was born, make sure to provide him with a tank top and pants. Otherwise, please do not return him,

~Ludwig

P.S. Please make sure you give him enough supplies to mass produce white flags in case he gets captured.’

You stared blankly at the German’s handwriting, sighing afterwards as you kept the letter somewhere safe in case you forgot what to do, which was highly unlikely. You knew your boyfriend pretty well just from the time he spent with you making pasta randomly and also the other times when he went to you for company due to him being lonely. Despite all the problems you had to deal with, you were pretty sure that you could take care of Feliciano quite well. However, the main problem was how he would sneak into your bed and ‘play’ with you.

You carefully opened the cardboard box and found your Italian boyfriend popping out and yelling out in frantic Italian. You understood snippets of phrases such as; ‘I don’t want to die!’ or ‘I’m only a virgin!’ or ‘I’m too young and handsome to die!’ You sighed as you pulled the box in, careful as to not hurt the Italian inside and also closing the door.

“Feli, you’re not going to die,” you calmly stated as you tried calming down the Italian. However, he was to frantic to be calmed and the only way you could think of was making pasta or some other Italian dishes.

~Time Skip~

Feliciano had calmed down after downing a great amount of pasta, causing you to easily run out of ingredients.

“You know, Feli, one day you’re going to cause me to be broke with that amount of pasta you’re eating,” you commented as you looked though your wallet, counting how much money you had left.

“But, bella, pasta is an everyday delicacy!” he protested as he clung onto your arm.

“Feli, as much as I would like to have homemade pasta from you, I simply can’t afford it!” you sighed.

Feliciano cried out his protests and you gave in soon afterwards.

~Time Skip~

You walked out of the restroom, prepared to face anything your boyfriend threw your way. However, you stopped and stared at said man and then at all the handkerchiefs tied to sticks.

“Feli, those are my handkerchiefs you used.”

“Si, bella.”

“…”

~Time Skip~

“Bella, we ran out of pasta!” you heard Feliciano cry from the kitchen. You had expected it, but not this soon. After all, your house wasn’t filled with pasta ingredients that could last three meals.

“Alright, I’m going to go buy some more ingredients, Feli. Take care of the house while I’m gone,” you called out as you got your keys and wallet and left to do some shopping, hoping to find where the secret little door that only Feliciano could find and buy as much pasta as needed so you didn’t have to go for the next couple of days.

~Time Skip~

You walked back home at four in the evening, holding bags of pasta ingredients as you walked into your house. You were surprised when you didn’t hear Feliciano crying for your company like usual whenever you headed to the restroom or went to do something like buy food. You looked around and found the Italian on your couch and as stated in the letter earlier, indeed, he was butt naked like the day he was born.

You sighed and put away the ingredients before digging going up to your room and finding the needed clothing items for Feliciano to wear. You came back to the living and headed to the couch he was passed out on. You placed the clothes on him and left him be.

About an hour later, Feliciano was seen running around fully clothed as if nothing ever happened.

~Time Skip~

Today was tiring. Feliciano had mass produced white flags that filled your storage room and downed a massive amount of pasta which you began to reduce in case you ran out of pocket money. You loved your Italian boyfriend at all, but when it was him you had to babysit, let’s just say you were easily stressed. You sighed as crawled into your bed, getting ready to sleep the stress off before returning to your new ‘job’ and taking care of the Italian.

“Vee~!” You froze and looked behind you, noticing auburn hair and the familiar curl.

“What the hell, Feli?! When did you get in here?!”

“I’ve been here for quite a while, bella~!” he sang as he snaked his arms around your waist and snuggled against your back. Despite being used to him sneaking into your bed from time to time when he was supposed to be at Ludwig’s, you were still quite surprised when you found him next to you in the middle of the night. You suppose it was normal since Feliciano liked to cuddle and of course, stick to one of his friends or girlfriend.

“Feli.”

“What is it, bella?” You turned over to face him.

“You’re troublesome to take care of, you know?” you stated as you snuggled against his chest, taking in the smell of pasta. “But, it’s hard not to love you.”

“Bella, you’re so sweet~,” he commented.

“Just be lucky that I love you and decided not to kick you out of my house,” you said as you tilted your head up and placed a quick kiss on the Italian's lips as if bidding him goodnight.

“Buona notte, bella. Ti amo molto,*.” he whispered as he kissed your forehead and falling to sleep after wards, you following suit soon after.

-Extended Ending-

Your eye twitched as you stared at the words written on the back of Ludwig's letter due to the fact that he had ran out of space on the front.

‘P.S.S. If you ever run out of money to buy pasta ingredients or can’t afford it at the time being, just send Feliciano back and I’ll deal with him at a later date.’

“Damnit, Ludwig! You indirectly killed my wallet!”

“What’s wrong, bella?”