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You walked into the classroom, looking around for your teacher. Being his bubbly, happy self, he should be easy to find, right? However, when you scanned the whole room, you realized he was gone. His binders and folders were on his desk, the papers and paint brushes and paints were on the desks like usual: The only thing missing was the teacher himself.
Knowing he'd arrive any minute, you decided to make yourself comfortable in the meantime and sat on top of one of the long, wide desks that was mess-free enough for use as a seat, even though desks shouldn't be used as a chair, silly (_y/n_). Anywho, you knew how your teacher was with his addiction to pasta, so you figured he was in the teacher's lounge cooking some pasta for himself. He didn't forget that you'd show up... right? No, he can't. He may be one clumsy Italian, but you knew he had a good memory. Besides, he signed the letter with his own handwriting. If he did forget by any chance...
"Veh, you did show up!" you heard someone say. You turned your head towards the door, blushing slightly when you saw the owner of the voice himself. He had a container of what you guessed was pasta in his hand with a fork, most likely to put back into his lunchbox that was placed near his bag. His curl was looking the way it usually did and he had his bright everyday smile on.
"M-Mr.Vargas!" you said, looking away. "You did remember!"
You heard him laugh his signature laugh, the bubbly laugh that lured you into his charm.
"Come on, (_y/n_), you don't think I'm forgetful, do you?" he asked, smiling. Your blush only worsened in embarrassment.
"N-no, Mr.Vargas..."
He only laughed once more and put his container and fork away, turning his attention back at you.
"So, Liz gave you letter after all... now we can get to what I wanted to talk to you about!"
"And what exactly did you want to talk about?" you asked, looking at him and raising an eyebrow. By now, your blush got lighter and was a mere shade of pale pink. Then, you noticed his smile was now gone and he had a concerned look on his face.
"(_y/n_), I noticed you've started acting different, and I'm honestly getting concerned," he said, his joy-filled tone in his voice long gone. "You avoid my gaze, you look like one of Mr.Fernadez's tomatoes when I'm nearby, and you stutter as if scared!"
You gulped and you wrapped your fingers into a fist on your knees, feeling embarrassed by the fact that he noticed the signs of your love for him. So much for trying to hide your feelings, huh?
You then felt a gentle finger tilt your chin up, making you face his amber-coloured eyes that showed that he was worried sick for you.
"Dear ragazza, why do you act that way? Did I... upset you in any way? I never meant to make you nervous or scared, whatever I did!"
At that point, you couldn't hold back. To stop him from apologizing for nothing, you gave him a tight hug, burrying your face into his chest. His eyes widened in shock and surprise.
"(_y-y/n_)?" he muttered, looking down at you. Your grip only tightened, but not to the point of crushing his ribs.
"Mr.Vargas, forgive me for worrying you!" you said, the red-coloured blush returning once more. "I never wanted to make you guilty, it's nothing like that! It's my fault, I'm the one responsible for these feelings!"
"Bella, what are you talking about?"
"Ever since the beginning of the school year, I tried to hide my emotions, but as time goes by, it gets worse and worse! Your happy-go-lucky attitude abotu life... the smile you have when teaching your classes... the passion you put in art and teaching... whoever doesn't appreciate that is a moron! Screw Monsieur Bonnefoy's romance tactics, I'd rather have you for a lover. Mr. Vargas, ti amo!"
When you realized what you just said, your eyes widened and you let go of him, avoiding his gaze. You didn't have the gut to look into his eyes, not after your confession. You weren't even sure he saw you in the same way, why did you have to blurt out your feeling like that? And how did you figure out how to say "I love you" in Italian anyways? Now, you felt that you were screwed. Big Time.
"I-I-I don't know what got into me! I'm sorry, I-"
"Ti amo, (_y/n_)." he said. At that point, you went speechless. Him, love you? Was this a dream? And if it was, was your conversation with Elizaveta a dream too?
As you were getting deeper into your thoughts, you interupted with a small chuckle, and you looked up at him.
"No, bella, this isn't a dream," he stated, as if he read your thoughts. He smiled at you, a loving smile to be more specific, and seeing him smile like that made your legs feel like jelly. Thank goodness you were sitting on Desk-kun, or you would be on the floor and on your knees.
"Mr.Vargas...?"
"Bella, just call me Feliciano." he said, as he leaned his forehead on yours.
You looked into his amber eyes, mesmerized. Your worries were now fading away and you couldn't help but smile a bit.
Then, in a matter of seconds, he kissed you. It was gentle and sweet, the passion obvious in the lip-lock. You shut your eyes immediately and kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands were on the desk, one on each of your sides. Soon, you felt him lick your bottom lip, asking your entrance, which you happily granted. Just as his tounge was exploring your mouth, you heard someone burst in and take a picture of you.
"Success! Operation get (_y/n_) and Feliciano Together had been a success! Now I can die happily with this picture in my hands!"
"LIZ!" you and Feliciano shouted, both of you so red Mr.Fernandez's tomatoes would feel overshadowed by all the redness. Your only reply was a grin and laugh as the sneaky Hungarian ran away with her camera and the picture in her hands.
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You walked into the classroom, looking around for your teacher. Being his bubbly, happy self, he should be easy to find, right? However, when you scanned the whole room, you realized he was gone. His binders and folders were on his desk, the papers and paint brushes and paints were on the desks like usual: The only thing missing was the teacher himself.
Knowing he'd arrive any minute, you decided to make yourself comfortable in the meantime and sat on top of one of the long, wide desks that was mess-free enough for use as a seat, even though desks shouldn't be used as a chair, silly (_y/n_). Anywho, you knew how your teacher was with his addiction to pasta, so you figured he was in the teacher's lounge cooking some pasta for himself. He didn't forget that you'd show up... right? No, he can't. He may be one clumsy Italian, but you knew he had a good memory. Besides, he signed the letter with his own handwriting. If he did forget by any chance...
"Veh, you did show up!" you heard someone say. You turned your head towards the door, blushing slightly when you saw the owner of the voice himself. He had a container of what you guessed was pasta in his hand with a fork, most likely to put back into his lunchbox that was placed near his bag. His curl was looking the way it usually did and he had his bright everyday smile on.
"M-Mr.Vargas!" you said, looking away. "You did remember!"
You heard him laugh his signature laugh, the bubbly laugh that lured you into his charm.
"Come on, (_y/n_), you don't think I'm forgetful, do you?" he asked, smiling. Your blush only worsened in embarrassment.
"N-no, Mr.Vargas..."
He only laughed once more and put his container and fork away, turning his attention back at you.
"So, Liz gave you letter after all... now we can get to what I wanted to talk to you about!"
"And what exactly did you want to talk about?" you asked, looking at him and raising an eyebrow. By now, your blush got lighter and was a mere shade of pale pink. Then, you noticed his smile was now gone and he had a concerned look on his face.
"(_y/n_), I noticed you've started acting different, and I'm honestly getting concerned," he said, his joy-filled tone in his voice long gone. "You avoid my gaze, you look like one of Mr.Fernadez's tomatoes when I'm nearby, and you stutter as if scared!"
You gulped and you wrapped your fingers into a fist on your knees, feeling embarrassed by the fact that he noticed the signs of your love for him. So much for trying to hide your feelings, huh?
You then felt a gentle finger tilt your chin up, making you face his amber-coloured eyes that showed that he was worried sick for you.
"Dear ragazza, why do you act that way? Did I... upset you in any way? I never meant to make you nervous or scared, whatever I did!"
At that point, you couldn't hold back. To stop him from apologizing for nothing, you gave him a tight hug, burrying your face into his chest. His eyes widened in shock and surprise.
"(_y-y/n_)?" he muttered, looking down at you. Your grip only tightened, but not to the point of crushing his ribs.
"Mr.Vargas, forgive me for worrying you!" you said, the red-coloured blush returning once more. "I never wanted to make you guilty, it's nothing like that! It's my fault, I'm the one responsible for these feelings!"
"Bella, what are you talking about?"
"Ever since the beginning of the school year, I tried to hide my emotions, but as time goes by, it gets worse and worse! Your happy-go-lucky attitude abotu life... the smile you have when teaching your classes... the passion you put in art and teaching... whoever doesn't appreciate that is a moron! Screw Monsieur Bonnefoy's romance tactics, I'd rather have you for a lover. Mr. Vargas, ti amo!"
When you realized what you just said, your eyes widened and you let go of him, avoiding his gaze. You didn't have the gut to look into his eyes, not after your confession. You weren't even sure he saw you in the same way, why did you have to blurt out your feeling like that? And how did you figure out how to say "I love you" in Italian anyways? Now, you felt that you were screwed. Big Time.
"I-I-I don't know what got into me! I'm sorry, I-"
"Ti amo, (_y/n_)." he said. At that point, you went speechless. Him, love you? Was this a dream? And if it was, was your conversation with Elizaveta a dream too?
As you were getting deeper into your thoughts, you interupted with a small chuckle, and you looked up at him.
"No, bella, this isn't a dream," he stated, as if he read your thoughts. He smiled at you, a loving smile to be more specific, and seeing him smile like that made your legs feel like jelly. Thank goodness you were sitting on Desk-kun, or you would be on the floor and on your knees.
"Mr.Vargas...?"
"Bella, just call me Feliciano." he said, as he leaned his forehead on yours.
You looked into his amber eyes, mesmerized. Your worries were now fading away and you couldn't help but smile a bit.
Then, in a matter of seconds, he kissed you. It was gentle and sweet, the passion obvious in the lip-lock. You shut your eyes immediately and kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands were on the desk, one on each of your sides. Soon, you felt him lick your bottom lip, asking your entrance, which you happily granted. Just as his tounge was exploring your mouth, you heard someone burst in and take a picture of you.
"Success! Operation get (_y/n_) and Feliciano Together had been a success! Now I can die happily with this picture in my hands!"
"LIZ!" you and Feliciano shouted, both of you so red Mr.Fernandez's tomatoes would feel overshadowed by all the redness. Your only reply was a grin and laugh as the sneaky Hungarian ran away with her camera and the picture in her hands.
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And here is the art room (withalotoflove)~ I hope you guys like it and that you guessed the teacher right. If you didn't, I hope le fluff makes up for it~ I also hope Italy isn't too OOC, because I'm practicing on keeping the characters in check. OOC doctor appointments are expensive, you know.
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Intro: [link]
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Hetalia and the characters belong to Himaruya-sama.
The preview pic belongs to whoever made it, I only found it on Zerochan.net with the help of a friend.
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Intro: [link]
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Hetalia and the characters belong to Himaruya-sama.
The preview pic belongs to whoever made it, I only found it on Zerochan.net with the help of a friend.
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I own the story idea.
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This was adorable! ^v^