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-Italy x Punk!Reader-

|Fascination|
•Part Two•

"Annnd, we're done."

(Name) slapped her hands together and placed them on her hips, examining her creation. Gilbert came up to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and look at the Italian.

"I have to admit, it suites him better than the style itself."

"Told you."

"Can I-a look now?"

"Yea, the mirror is in the closet."

Feliciano nodded and walked into her closet where a large mirror was displayed. His eyes widen when he saw his reflection.

The middle of his hair was put in a Mohawk while the sides were slicked back to make it look shaved. He wore a pair of ripped, black skinny jeans with homemade patches with bands names stitched to it, there was a large hole ripped on the left knee down. He wore two belts, one plain black one and one with bullets. He wore a white, sleeveless shirt with a band name in red letters. On top of it was a black, jean jacket that was also sleeveless and contained studs everywhere, more patches of band logos, and pins of classic horror movies. He also wore a pair of old, musty yellow combat boots that had patches of black.

The outfit was all made possible by Gilbert, who had kindly let Feliciano borrow his clothing.

(Name) ran into the closet with a small ring between her finger tips.

"For the final touch."

She held out the ring and unclipped it. Feliciano stepped back a bit, a worried expression on his face.

"Don't worry. It's a fake Medusa piercing. I used to wear this before I got all these piercings. Plus, I washed it, so it's sanitary."

He relaxed and let the (Hair Color) place the ring on his upper lip.

"There! You look great! How about we show off your new look?"

The Italian's face lit up as he nodded his head eagerly.

-

Feliciano looked around confused, seeing many people giving them dirty looks.

"(Name)?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are these-a people looking at-a us like-a that?"

(Name) looked around and locked her arms with the Italian.

"Because they think we're devil worshipers."

She rolled her eyes.

"Just don't pay attention to zem." Gilbert stated, a glare on his face.

They turned a corner, walking into an alleyway.

Feliciano looked around curiously.

"Where are-a we going?"

"Kurai."

"Kurai?"

"It's like a club-"

"But random bands play and everyone iz dressed ze same."

They pulled up next to a door that led to their desired destination.

"I-a don't know if-a I want to-a do this anymore."

"Quite being zuch a zizzy." Gilbert muttered and made a beat on the door.

"Shut the fuck up, Beilschmidt." (Name) barked back.

She turned to Feliciano and gave him a small smile.

"Just come in and if you still don't like it, we can leave. Okay?"

He nodded, he hand gripping the (Hair Color)'s arm.

"Okay."

The door opened to reveal a tall, buff guy with tattoos and a septum. He nodded at Gilbert, who nodded back, and stepped aside to let us in. Walking in, Feliciano's eyes lit up.

"Are you okay?"

"This-a is...."

She gave him a concerned look.

"FANTASTICO!"

She stepped back, a bit surprised at his outburst. She smiled and patted him on the back.

"Glad you liked it. I'll be over there if you need me."

(Name) pointed to a bar and walked off. The Italian watched as she walked off before going and standing in front of the band playing.

-

"So, what are you doing after this?"

(Name) gave a small grin and turned to the guy she had been flirting with for the past half hour.

"I might be here and there."

The guy smirked, sensing her teasing.

"I see. So ther-"

"(Name)! There-a you are!"

(Name) quickly turned around and was suddenly tackled into a hug.

"Woah. I didn't know you had a boyfriend." The male said, hands raised up and backing away.

"He's not my boyfriend! He's my- forget it."

She sighed and pried the Italian's arms off of her.

"What is it, Feliciano?" She asked, clearly upset.

"I-a thought you-a left me alone!"

Tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes. (Name) sighed through her nose, wrapping her arms around the Italian's waist and placed her chin on his shoulder.

"I would never leave you by yourself. Do you want to leave already?"

He pulled away and nodded, a large smile on his face.

"Let's go look for Gilbert."

(Name) grabbed his hand, causing him to blush slightly, and dragged him through the small area. Her eyes wandered around until it stopped at white hair. She carelessly walked towards him. She stopped abruptly, seeing he was having a heating make-out session with a purple haired girl. Rubbing the back of her neck, she turned to Feliciano.

"Uh. Lets just go. I can text him later."

They both walked out of Kurai.

(Name) grasped her jacket as the cool air hit her face gently. It was slightly dark outside as they emerged from the alleyway and onto the side walk. It was silent most of the way before Feliciano started to speak.

"(Name)?"

"Hm?"

"I-a don't mean to-a offend you, but-a I don't think I-a feel like-a myself like-a this."

She shook her head.

"It's fine. I understand."

"But I-a liked the-a club. The-a people there were-a nice. And a lot of-a girls gave me-a there phone numbers!"

(Name) frowned a little and looked at the ground.

"Yea. That's cool, I guess."

"Can-a we go back!"

"They won't let you in unless you're dressed like this." She gestured to his outfit.

He shrugged.

"I-a don't mind if-a I can see-a my new friends!"

She gave him a sad smile, causing him to frown.

"What is-a wrong?"

She shook her head.

"Nothing. I'll see you tomorrow, Feliciano."

She quickly left in the direction of her house.

"Ciao, (Name)!"

Description
-Italy x Punk!Reader-

|Fascination|
•Part Two•

"Annnd, we're done."

(Name) slapped her hands together and placed them on her hips, examining her creation. Gilbert came up to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and look at the Italian.

"I have to admit, it suites him better than the style itself."

"Told you."

"Can I-a look now?"

"Yea, the mirror is in the closet."

Feliciano nodded and walked into her closet where a large mirror was displayed. His eyes widen when he saw his reflection.

The middle of his hair was put in a Mohawk while the sides were slicked back to make it look shaved. He wore a pair of ripped, black skinny jeans with homemade patches with bands names stitched to it, there was a large hole ripped on the left knee down. He wore two belts, one plain black one and one with bullets. He wore a white, sleeveless shirt with a band name in red letters. On top of it was a black, jean jacket that was also sleeveless and contained studs everywhere, more patches of band logos, and pins of classic horror movies. He also wore a pair of old, musty yellow combat boots that had patches of black.

The outfit was all made possible by Gilbert, who had kindly let Feliciano borrow his clothing.

(Name) ran into the closet with a small ring between her finger tips.

"For the final touch."

She held out the ring and unclipped it. Feliciano stepped back a bit, a worried expression on his face.

"Don't worry. It's a fake Medusa piercing. I used to wear this before I got all these piercings. Plus, I washed it, so it's sanitary."

He relaxed and let the (Hair Color) place the ring on his upper lip.

"There! You look great! How about we show off your new look?"

The Italian's face lit up as he nodded his head eagerly.

-

Feliciano looked around confused, seeing many people giving them dirty looks.

"(Name)?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are these-a people looking at-a us like-a that?"

(Name) looked around and locked her arms with the Italian.

"Because they think we're devil worshipers."

She rolled her eyes.

"Just don't pay attention to zem." Gilbert stated, a glare on his face.

They turned a corner, walking into an alleyway.

Feliciano looked around curiously.

"Where are-a we going?"

"Kurai."

"Kurai?"

"It's like a club-"

"But random bands play and everyone iz dressed ze same."

They pulled up next to a door that led to their desired destination.

"I-a don't know if-a I want to-a do this anymore."

"Quite being zuch a zizzy." Gilbert muttered and made a beat on the door.

"Shut the fuck up, Beilschmidt." (Name) barked back.

She turned to Feliciano and gave him a small smile.

"Just come in and if you still don't like it, we can leave. Okay?"

He nodded, he hand gripping the (Hair Color)'s arm.

"Okay."

The door opened to reveal a tall, buff guy with tattoos and a septum. He nodded at Gilbert, who nodded back, and stepped aside to let us in. Walking in, Feliciano's eyes lit up.

"Are you okay?"

"This-a is...."

She gave him a concerned look.

"FANTASTICO!"

She stepped back, a bit surprised at his outburst. She smiled and patted him on the back.

"Glad you liked it. I'll be over there if you need me."

(Name) pointed to a bar and walked off. The Italian watched as she walked off before going and standing in front of the band playing.

-

"So, what are you doing after this?"

(Name) gave a small grin and turned to the guy she had been flirting with for the past half hour.

"I might be here and there."

The guy smirked, sensing her teasing.

"I see. So ther-"

"(Name)! There-a you are!"

(Name) quickly turned around and was suddenly tackled into a hug.

"Woah. I didn't know you had a boyfriend." The male said, hands raised up and backing away.

"He's not my boyfriend! He's my- forget it."

She sighed and pried the Italian's arms off of her.

"What is it, Feliciano?" She asked, clearly upset.

"I-a thought you-a left me alone!"

Tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes. (Name) sighed through her nose, wrapping her arms around the Italian's waist and placed her chin on his shoulder.

"I would never leave you by yourself. Do you want to leave already?"

He pulled away and nodded, a large smile on his face.

"Let's go look for Gilbert."

(Name) grabbed his hand, causing him to blush slightly, and dragged him through the small area. Her eyes wandered around until it stopped at white hair. She carelessly walked towards him. She stopped abruptly, seeing he was having a heating make-out session with a purple haired girl. Rubbing the back of her neck, she turned to Feliciano.

"Uh. Lets just go. I can text him later."

They both walked out of Kurai.

(Name) grasped her jacket as the cool air hit her face gently. It was slightly dark outside as they emerged from the alleyway and onto the side walk. It was silent most of the way before Feliciano started to speak.

"(Name)?"

"Hm?"

"I-a don't mean to-a offend you, but-a I don't think I-a feel like-a myself like-a this."

She shook her head.

"It's fine. I understand."

"But I-a liked the-a club. The-a people there were-a nice. And a lot of-a girls gave me-a there phone numbers!"

(Name) frowned a little and looked at the ground.

"Yea. That's cool, I guess."

"Can-a we go back!"

"They won't let you in unless you're dressed like this." She gestured to his outfit.

He shrugged.

"I-a don't mind if-a I can see-a my new friends!"

She gave him a sad smile, causing him to frown.

"What is-a wrong?"

She shook her head.

"Nothing. I'll see you tomorrow, Feliciano."

She quickly left in the direction of her house.

"Ciao, (Name)!"