RomanoXReader Behind My Enemies Line part 3

You were stunned as you stared at the Italian. The olive colored eyes that glared into your big, bright. (e/c) eyes. You tried to form words but they were caught in your throat. 'Deep breath.Deep breath,' You tried to keep your breathing normal.
You stared back into Romano's eyes while you tried to get your ability to speak again.After what seemed like forever, you finally managed to calm down and stare into Romano's eyes with convinced.

"Why would I be a girl?" You laugh, showing a big grin on your face but much to your surprise Romano still didn't let go of your shirt.

"HM! You look like one though, girly bastard," He huffed.

"G-g-girly bastard?" You repeated, clearing shocked. How dare he??!!

You and Romano head back inside and everyones looks at the two of you while you walk in. You hid your face and returned to your lone table. Looking at the clock, you saw that it read midnight. The day was finally January 1, 2101. The start of the new century, the 22nd century. You got up from your table and started walking out the door into the cool breeze. You stood out there letting your (w/c) wig blow in the window, the curl bouncing up and down. The breeze felt nice in the night; the moon shone bright in the sky and to tell the truth, you thought it was beautiful.

"Ciao~" Italy comes up behind you.

"Oh, hey, Feliciano," You smile.

"I think you should get to your cabin, fratello locks the doors at 1 am,ve~" Italy smiles back.

"What! But's its 1 am now," You exclaimed; you didn't realize you were out looking at the moon for an hour.

You run towards your cabin ignoring the landscape around you. 'Am I going the right way?'You wondered after some time. Your run turned into a sprint as you were in a panicked mad dash to find where you were. You started slowing down after some time until you eventually stopped. Leaning against a tree, your cell phone went off. You fumbled around to find in your pocket. When you finally got your cell out, you realized it was Germany who was calling.

"Hello," You say.

"Guten Tag," Germany greets.

"I'm in the camp," you give your report on what has happened so far including Romano accusing you.

"Vas!? You must be more careful. Anyvays, try to get Romano's trust," Germany commands.

"How do I do that? I'll be surprised if we don't destroy each other in a week," You almost yell.

"SHH! The enemy could be there. To get Romano's trust, vell that vill be hard but if he tells you his identity of being South Italy that vill be a good start oder if he promotes you to general or 2nd in command," Germany explains.

"Ok, thanks. I get to go, bye," You turn off your phone and put back in your pocket.

You sat down on the ground and leaned against the tree. You were lost in the middle of this forest and you hoped someone would find you eventually. You tried to fall asleep against the soft, green most on the tree and succeed.

~time skip~

"Girly bastard, wake up," You heard Romano's sharp voice.

"Hi, Romano," You groggily said.

"Why the hell are you out here,damn it!!?" He yells and flails his arms, earning a slight laugh from you.

"Is getting lost, a good answer?" You ask sweetly.

"Whatever! Time for training! 12 laps!" Romano instructs.

"10! That's easy. 3 miles, that's fine~" Energy burst through you and you started running, leaving a shocked Romano in the dust.

~Romano's POV~

What just happened, damn it? That boy, (b/n), was actually joyful for being instructed to do 3 miles. I've never met anyone like that before. He's almost like potato bastard and that one girl. I can't remember her name but I have seen her at the World Conference. Anyways, I better catch up to him. He is literally flying through the woods. (b/n) is a hard worker but the enemy will or could be attacking soon. I better catch up.

Good. Everyone is accounted for including (b/n).

"OK, men, today we are going to work with weapons," I tell the men. Most of them groan except (b/n). What motivates him? He beats most of the other men in a matter of seconds. How? How is he so strong? Just, how? I want an answer. I'll ask him later. Maybe, he can make the Italian Army great.

Whats going on over there? I see (b/n) getting pushed around by some of the other guys. Could he have provoked them? No,(b/n) doesn't provoke unless he is provoked first. What could of happened? I watch as the guys bigger then him push him to the ground with a thud. Why isn't (b/n) fighting back?

~Reader's POV~

You were pushed to the ground once again. You were protecting Marco from being beaten up by those bullies. You picked yourself up from the ground and dusted yourself off.

"You know its kinda low to pick on people smaller than yourself,Leone," You cracked your knuckles and chuckles.

"Whats so funnny?You," Leone grabs the front of your shirt and you feel a blow to your cheek.

"You know that kinda hurts," You grab your cheek.

"Stop humoring me!" He yells.

"Well then," You laugh wickedly and land a blow on his nose. He falls backwards.

"Marco!You still there?" You call to the bushes.

A small boy comes out.

"Thanks," Marco thanks you shyly.

"No problem," You smile until you hear Romano's voice.

"What's going on here?" Romano asks sharply.

"(b/n), here was..." Marco starts.

"I wasn't asking you, damn it," Romano cuts him off.

"Back off! This brute was beating him up! You should know about these thing, Lovino!" You snap at your commander.

"Fair enough," Lovino replies.

You felt pretty proud of yourself standing up to Leone. You even got him in trouble. You were smiling brightly as you walked to the mess hall where dinner was being served. Todays dinner was pasta, garlic bread and your choice of drink being (favorite drink). You sat down at your lone table in the corner. Marco walks over and sits beside you. You smile at him. Italy walks over a few minutes later sitting on the other side of you. Almost at the end of dinner, Romano sits across from you. He smiles and you were actually quite shocked but you gave him a huge grin. Maybe, you could get used to being here in Italy with Feliciano, Marco, and surprising, Lovino.

'My lonely table isn't so lonely anymore,' You mused while you laughed with your new friends.