Seven Minutes in Heaven (Romano)

"That's Romano's," Prussia said blandly, bored.

"No it's not! It's that tomato bastards!" an anger fill shout filled the room.

You flip the key chain over carefully. "It, uh, it has your flag on it." you murmur quietly. 

"Fine, let's go." he huffs, dragging you by your wrist into the closet. To be honest, you were a little scared. He throws you into the room and slams the door shut, locking it from the inside. 

"I-I'm pretty s-sure this isn't how the-the game works." 

"Be quiet..." he said quietly, hitting his forehead on the door. 

"W-what?" you ask, not hearing him.

"I said shut up!" he growls, turning quickly, accidentally hitting you in the process.

You gasp, clutching your cheek where he hit you. As tears fill your eyes, Romano's soften and he steps closer to you. You flinch away, hiding in a corner. 

As you slide to the floor, Romano unlocks the door, about to leave.

"No, Romano!" you say the words before you even know what you're saying. "I don't want people to see me like this."

"Alright," he sighs, sitting against the door after locking it again. There were a couple of knocks but after Romano told them to go away, they did. 

"Sorry I hit you," he said after what felt like forever. 

You took a shaky breath in and scooted a little closer to the Italian. "It's alright." 

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, moving closer to you, staring at you with concern. 

"A-a little..." you blush, looking away from his bright eyes. 

"Let... let me help." slowly, he leans over and kisses your cheek that stung. "I really am sorry. I hope you know that I didn't mean to. I would never hurt someone that I loved." 

"What?" you whisper, feeling him kiss you again on your jaw line. 

"Ti amo, (Y/n)." he replies, kissing the side of your mouth. 

"Say again?" you mutter, turning slightly towards him. 

"I love you, you idiot." he says roughly, kissing your lips. 

"Hey, Romano~" a Spanish voice teased from outside of the door, "I have the key!" you hear the lock turn and the Italian growls again, shooting a glare at the door. You look and see Spain's head poking creepily into the closet. 

"Out!"