Dark!ItalyxReader Abandonment Issues

Dark!Italy x Reader

PG-13 (For dark themes)

Abandonment Issues

You tore your gaze away from the window, you have had enough of its taunting.  It, like the door of course, was locked.  You can't remember the last time you left the house.  Everything was so different just a month ago.  You closed your eyes and reflected on the past, because it was pretty much the only thing you could do.  

-()-()-()-

"I'm (Name).  Nice to meet you," you smiled politely and held out your hand to shake.

"Ciao Bella!  I'm Italy!"  The man took your hand, but instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips.  Naturally you blushed from the unexpected action.  You were so glad you bumped into him, he was so cute!  

"I really am sorry for knocking you over, how can I make it up to you?"  You blushed a little.

"Ve!  Don't worry about it," he smiled "but if you really want to, how about we get some pasta?"

"Pasta?  Oh, I guess it is lunch time about now…"

"Si!"  You laughed at his enthusiasm, he seemed so innocent and pure.

-()-()-()-

The click of the door made you snap your eyes open.  You barely turned around before he had engulfed you in a hug.  

"Ve~ You smell so nice (Name)."  

"Thank you," you responded quietly.  Should you ask?  Now would be just as good a time as any.  "Italy?"

"What is it Bella?"

"Um, do you think you can stop locking the doors when you go out?  I feel…trapped."  He pulled back from the hug.  

His eyes were open, but it did little good.  You could never read his eyes, some "window to the soul"  they were.

"But (Name), if I do that, you might try to run away from me."

-()-()-()-

Germany and Japan seemed like nice guys, Italy had just introduced you.  After the big fight you had with your old friends it was good to go out and meet new people.  Now you and Italy were watching T.V. at his house.

"Say, (Name)?" he started, uncharacteristically serious.  

"What is it?"  Your concern showed itself in your voice.  

"Even if I'm a little clumsy and, well, like…me, you won't leave me will you?"  Your eyes widened, that was what he was worried about?  

"Italy, no!  I would never do that.  You're so nice, I don't care if you're clumsy or anything else!"  Hopefully that would reassure him.  

It did, Italy broke out a smile and laced his fingers with yours.  

"Really?"  He chirped.  You blushed a bit before nodding.  "Yay!"  Italy kissed your cheeks and embraced you.

-()-()-()-

Italy sat you in a chair.  Then he wrapped his arms around your waist and put his head against your stomach.  

"Ti amo, (Name)."  He lifted his head to look at you.  Again, his pools of amber were unreadable.  "Do you love me?"

"Yes."  At your answer Italy closed his eyes and buried his face in your stomach again.  He squeezed your waist.

"Yay~ that's happy," he whispered into the fabric of your shirt.

You spent the night trying to gently persuade Italy to leave the door unlocked the next time he went out.  You kept reassuring him that you wouldn't run away and you just wanted to go outside for a little bit.  

"You promise you won't run away?"  He asked.

"No, I won't."  He stoked your hair softly.

"Good," he leaned in and put his lips at your ear, "because if you did, I'd come find you."  Suppressing a shudder, you stood your ground.  Italy kissed you, harder than usual, more possessive.  He traced the inside of your mouth with his tongue, almost desperately.  Once he was done he pulled you into bed, circled his arms around you and fell asleep.  

When you woke up in the morning Italy was gone.  You walked over to the door, hoping you had convinced him last night.  Slowly you descended your fingers on the handle.  A rare smile spread across your face when it turned, only to disappear when the door couldn't be opened more than an inch.  There was a chain lock.  On the outside.

You pressed your forehead against the door that separated you with the rest of the world and slowly descended to your knees.  

"No Italy, I can't run away, even if I try."

-()-()-()-