Italy Brothers X Reader Worldwide Start

“I want to go to Italy” You said with a smile.

               You have always loved art. You studied about the greatest artists in the world and always wanted to see each work of art. Your parents never really approved about your passion towards art but you could not care less what they thought about you. You always carried a sketchpad everywhere you went. You were a very dedicated artist and you even had your own Deviant Art page, which was very popular. You now had the chance to go to Italy and draw to your heart’s content and nobody could judge you. The lady at the counter gave you your ticket and told you that you had to hurry because the plane was leaving in 10 minutes. You thanked her and ran to your terminal, you couldn’t miss this flight.  

               When you arrived at the gate, they were just finishing the announcement that the plane was leaving soon. You chuckled and boarded the plane. You sat in the seat next to the window and smiled.

‘Finally I am leaving you! No right, no wrong, no rules for me…I’m free!! Wait…why am I singing Let It Go? Never mind, I really need to sleep.’ You chuckled and closed your eyes, drifting off into a deep sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*Time Skip brought to you by Italian Curls*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After around nearly 15 to 18 hours in a plane you arrive to Venice. You began rubbing every stiff limb in your body.  You seriously wished you had traveled in First class but there was no use now, you had arrived to the place of your dreams, Italy. You were tired from the long trip, but you brushed it off because you were too excited. But there was a huge problem, you had nowhere to stay and you were starving. You remember you had around $25,000, which was around €18,000 or something like that.  

You finally found the exit and ran outside and braced yourself for the best trip in the world. You did not know why but you wanted to burst into a song but that would be a little too weird. You called a cab and asked the driver to take you into the city and with a huge smile he agreed. Once you arrived you asked him how much and he waved and said that there was no need.  

"Thanks a lot, sir!" You said with a huge smile.  
"You are-a welcome, bella! Enjoy your-a stay in Italy!" Said the nice Italian driver.  
"I will!"

The beauty of this city amazed you. Just being there brought a huge smile to your face. You could run throughout the whole city if it wasn't for the luggage you were carrying. You sighed and decided to sit down in a near by bench so you could sketch the beauty you were seeing. You took out your sketchpad and looked around trying to find exactly what you wanted to draw. When suddenly something—no someone caught your eye. A gorgeous dark-haired Italian who had a strange curl? Yes he had a strange curl sticking out of his head. He was talking to someone who looked exactly like him, but the other one had lighter hair and had the same strange curl sticking out of his hair but opposite to the dark-haired one. You didn't notice that you had stood up and walked closer to them to see their faces.  

"That's so strange." You murmured to yourself.  

You sat back down, closer and began sketching the two Italians, whom seem to be twins. You tried to make just as gorgeous as they were, you were so concentrated you didn't realized one of them was standing behind you.

"Ve~, that is a very pretty drawing of us, bella." One of the twins said. You jumped and dropped the sketchpad causing for the other one to pick it up.  

"Could you please-a explain why are you drawing us, ragazza?" The other one added rather angry.

"Aww, fratello. She draws so pretty. Please-a ignore my fratello. He can be mean sometimes." She said happily.  

"Who you-a calling mean, idiota?" Screamed the other one.

"Guys, calm down. How about we start over. My name is (y/n) and it's is very nice to meet you two." You said smiling. A rosy color dusted their cheeks which you found absolutely adorable.  

"Ve~ I am Feliciano!" Said the bubbly Italian.  

"I am Lovino." Said the serious one.  

"See, much better. Can you two help me, I just arrived here and I have no where to go." You said shyly.  

At that moment the twins looked at each other and each took one of your arms and dragged you into a nearby restaurant. They insisted in buying lunch, you refused but in the end you gave up to Feliciano's puppy dog eyes. You had always heard that Italy had the best pasta in the whole world, you were not disappointed.  

"I hope you-a are enjoying your pasta, bella~." Said Feliciano.  

"I am!! I could eat pasta and pizza forever!!" You replied with your mouth full of food.  

"Didn't your-a parents show you manners, ragazza. You-a  are not supposed to eat with your mouth full!" Said Lovino with a rather annoyed look. You smiled and stuck your tongue out at him. Since you had arrived you felt childish, you hadn't felt like this in years. Feliciano was laughing at how his brother was reacting towards you, but everything went silent when your phone rang.

“Hello? ...Oh hi mommy…I’m completely fine…Where am I? Well I am pursuing my dream in Italy….I don’t care…Car is at the airport go pick it up…No mother no one knows…It’s my life and I do as I please.” Before your mother could say something you hung up and threw your phone against the floor. The twins looked at how your sweet and childish persona turned into a mad and dark one.

“Bella, what is-a wrong?” Feli asked moving closer to try and hug you.

“Ragazza, you-a look exactly like someone we-a know, and he’s-a very scary…” Lovino added trying to hide behind his younger brother.

“Well, the problem is my parents hate the idea of me becoming an artist, my ex-boyfriend stalked like there was no tomorrow and now they call me to nag about running away. This sucks balls!” You shouted that everyone in the restaurant heard what you had said. When you noticed every living soul inside the restaurant staring at you, your face turned as red as one of Antonio’s tomatoes.

“Bella, you will-a become a great artist one day, ve~” Feliciano assured, you had to admit his bubbly personality could lighten anyone’s mood. You smiled at him and nodded.

“You-a parents are idiotas. Follow your dreams and don’t let anyone bring you down, and don’t-a worry about your ex. If that bastardo even gets-a near you he will-a regret making that decision.” Lovino said as he came out of hiding. You were placing your trust on two young Italian men you just met. You chuckled and gave them a hug, Feli quickly returned it but Lovi hesitated at first but gave in and hugged back. Yeah this trip was actually worth the trouble.

~~~~~~~~~~~~*Time Skip Brought to you by L’oreal, because you are worth it*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Feliiiiii!!! Loviiiii!!! I’m hungryyy~” You cried out playfully, to which an angry Lovino stormed into the living room.

“(Y/N)!!! How many times will I have to-a tell you not to-a call me that! We are-a very busy, ragazza.” He shouted and began to curse in Italian. You being the tease you were, you got up from your seat on the couch and placed a kiss on the grumpy Italian’s cheek. This caused for his face to put Antonio’s tomatoes to shame.

“Ve~, Lovi let her be~ There’s-a pasta in the fridge (y/n). We’ll be-a going to a meeting. We’ll come back in a couple of hours.” The bubbly Italian walked over to you and gave a tight hug that you automatically returned. He kissed you cheek leaving you with a light blush on your cheeks.

“Ciao boys~” You called out to them as they left the house.

The house that you now shared with the Italian twins was huge. It was so big; you hadn’t had the chance to check all the rooms. You moved in with them about two months ago, they gave you your own room and art studio, which if you could say was made a mess. You walked up to your art studio and took out a canvas you had been working on for the past couple weeks.

The canvas had an amazing drawing of Lovino and Feliciano taking a siesta together. You had caught them sleeping when you came back from the grocery shop. You decided you wanted to draw those innocent faces, and you did. Their innocence was captured perfectly, Lovino’s once grouchy face was relaxed and sweet and Feliciano’s bubbly expression still remained even when he slept. You wanted to give this as a birthday present to them, after all their birthday was tomorrow.

Once you finished you looked over at the clock on the wall and noticed only an hour had passed by. You grunted hoping that your two Italians would come home sooner, but it was a meeting and for what you knew they took a lot of hour and the twins would come back home grumpy. As you stretched your stomach grumbled in protest.

“I’m hungry. Feli did say he left pasta, right?” you said to yourself as you walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Upon inspecting the fridge you found a bowl of your favourite pasta with a note from Feliciano.

Dear (y/n):
Don’t forget to eat, bella. We’ll be home before you can say tomatoes.
Love, Feli.

You awed at this as you served your food. As always delicious, but what could you expect. They were the best cooks you had met. As you were finishing up, your phone rang. You grumbled because you had to move, but you stood up and checked who was calling. It was your best friend.

“Hello?”

“(Y/N) I AM SO SORRY, I ACCIDENTALY TOLD ERIC WHERE YOU WERE AND *sobs* HE’S GOING TO GET YOU!!” The loud voice of (f/n) nearly exploded your eardrums, but that didn’t matter. The anger you felt was much greater.

“YOU DID WHAT?! (f/n), you are smarter than this. How could you?!” you said annoyed, mad and frightened all the same time.

“It was an accident *sobs* I-I d-d-didn’t mean to. H-he—”

“I don’t want to hear it.” and just like that you hung up. You felt betrayed but at the same time scared. You knew what Eric was capable of. He was capable of hurting you. You wanted to call the twins, you needed comfort. You quickly looked up Lovino’s number but as you were about to press the call button there was a knock on the door. You sighed in relief, thinking it was the twins.

“Thank goodness you guys are home, I really n—” You were interrupted by the sight in front of you.

“Surprise, babe~” Eric said in a “playful” voice. You tried to close the door but no use, he stopped it.

“Is that the way Italians treat their guest?” you began to back away to the kitchen as he stormed into the house without invitation. You grabbed your phone and hit the call button.

“You naughty girl~ Don’t worry, papa will teach you a lesson.” He said as he took hold of you (h/l)(h/c) and slammed you against the wall.

~~~*Lovino’s POV*~~~

You sighed; the meeting was going as usual. Feliciano waving a white flag, the potato bastardo was shouting at everyone, the French frog trying to kill the English you feared, the American idiota eating the grub he always eats, the freaky Russian just sitting there watching everything unfold as the Japanese, friend of your brother’s, was reading more of his books and the Chinese was slamming his head against the wall. Yup, the usual. Suddenly your phone began to ring; you grumbled and reached for it. But your expression changed when you saw it was (y/n) calling. That was odd, she never calls during the meetings, but you answered either way.

“Ciao?” you said without a response back. You got mad and was about to hang up when you heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the other side.

“You naughty girl~ don’t worry, papa will teach you a lesson.” The voice said and you heard something being slammed. A loud whimper was then heard escaping (y/n) lips. To which you stood up and ran outside anger overflowing every corner of your body. You had to get home and save (y/n) from whoever was attacking her. Feliciano saw you run off and ran after you.

“Fratello, what’s wrong? You-a look angry.”

“I AM ANGRY!!! (Y/N) IS-A BEING ATTACKED, IDIOTA!! IF SOMETHING HAPPENS I WILL NOT FORGIVE MYSELF!!” You shouted at Feliciano, tears threating to fall from your eyes.

“S-she is what?!” As Feliciano took in the information he had opened his eyes for a brief moment, ran outside and got into your car as you followed behind him. You got in and sped out of the parking lot at an extremely illegal speed.

~~~*Normal POV*~~~

Just as you pressed the call button, Eric took hold of your hair and slammed you against the wall. A whimper escaped from your lips. You opened your eyes to see Eric holding a knife towards you.

“What a shame. Such a beautiful face, wasted~” he said as he caressed you face with the sharp knife, making a slight cut across your cheek. You whimpered and tried to crawl away from him, earning you a deep gash on your calf. You shrieked as the pain overwhelmed your whole body and the thick red liquid began oozing out of the brand new cut.  

“Naughty girl~ I can assure you that once I’m done with you, you’ll be unrecognizable and those pesky twins will not be able to save you~. Eric cooed creepily, this caused for another whimper to escape your lips. This gave Eric an extreme satisfaction; he wanted to see you suffer after you broke your promise to him.

SLASH

You saw your life flash before your eyes, all the dreams you had of becoming a well-known artist were about to be taken away.

SLASH

You held back another whimper as you felt a new cut on your thigh.

‘What had you done to deserve this…?’ You thought as another slash came.

SLASH

Your future with the Twins was gone. You never got the chance to tell them how you felt and now you were about to die without having a chance.

“(Y/N)!!!!” You heard a pair of voices that were music to your ears.

“You two arrived just in time! Ready to witness the final act, boys!” Eric shouted, holding the knife close you your neck. You had several deep gashes and you were losing blood rather quickly. If the Twins didn’t do something quickly you were going to die from blood loss or Eric was going to slash your neck.

Feliciano stood there looking at your, almost, limp body that he didn’t notice that Lovino had moved away. Before anyone noticed there were several gunshots and a loud thud. When Feliciano finally snapped out of it, there lied the completely limp body of Eric and your almost limp body.

“They-a don’t call us the country of the mafia for nothing, bastardo.” Lovino said sourly before he picked you up and took you to his car. Just like before, Feliciano was driving to completely illegal speeds trying to get to the hospital in time.

“Hold on (y/n), we-a are almost there!” Cried Feliciano.

You opened your (e/c) and looked up to Lovino’s honey hazel eyes.

“T-thank y-you…” Was all you managed to say before you (e/c) orbs completely closed and you slipped into complete darkness…