"I'm home!" You yelled into the house, arms full of shopping bags from different stores. Your mom had taken – more like dragged- you on her yearly overhaul shopping trip. She said she was "Preparing for winter, since we don't by school clothes together anymore."
With a grunt, you drop the bags on the floor. And when you looked up again, your boyfriend Romano was there, eyeing the bags as if they would explode.
"What's… what's all the stuff, ______?" he asked, kicking a bag and looking at the logo on the side.
"Mom's shopping trip…" you mumbled tiredly.
He nodded, understanding. "Well, do you want to lie down? You don't need anything from me, do you?"
You smiled at the hinted selfishness in his voice. "No, I don't think –" You stopped mid sentence, a devious plan hatching in the depths of your imagination. You smiled then evolved into an evil grin. "Actually, sweetie, there is something I want you to do for me…"
That's how you ended up in the closet. Trying on clothes. With your little Lovino tied up outside sitting on the bed. Like a hostage. And, in a sense, he kinda was.
Sighing, you pull on the first things you rummage out of the bags from earlier. A green polo shirt and black cargo pants you bought from God knows where.
"Okay, babe, I'm coming out now~" You cooed, pulling the door open.
Romano sat there, where you had left him, not saying a word.
"What? You don't like it?" you asked, coming over to him and sitting next to him on the bed.
"Meh. It's alright, I guess." He grumbled. "Can I go now?"
"Of course not! We still have three more sacks to go through!" You giggled, while he sweatdropped.
Next up was a beige t-shirt with M.A.S.H written on the side, paired with camo pants that you had to squeeze into. This had turned into a challenge to make Romano happy, and you had confidence in this one. You slipped out the door to be judged.
All you got was a blank, confused stare. "What's so great about it?"
This made you throw a mini tantrum. Your face scrunched up and you stomped back in the closet to find something else.
But sadly, everything else you tried on got pretty much the same reaction. Same stare, same "You look okay, I guess…"
Steaming now, you had to find a way to win this game. You had one thing left in the bags, and it was, in your opinion, the greatest weapon in your arsenal. Smirking, you slipped it on.
Walking – confidently – out of the closet, you struck a pose in front of the bored looking Italian. Suddenly, he lifted his head from his hands, blushing. "What do you think now?"
You were wearing a strapless orange sundress that you bought on clearance at (insert store). In your mind, it filled out your curves perfectly, and you absolutely ADORED the color. But you were dying to know what HE thought of it.
"Well… I guess it's… Mm!" he started, until you ran up and smashed your lips to his. Frankly, you were annoyed that he wouldn't tell you straight up what he thought of you. But you already took action to correct that.
I know what you're thinking. By kissing? But wait, dear reader, and you will realize what is about to happen.
Slowly, you snaked your arms around his neck, him still in very deep shock by the surprise attack. When you two ran out of air, you broke apart, gasping.
"Why don't you tell me how you really feel?" you whispered sweetly in his ear, and he blushed a brighter red than earlier. You smirked, then stood.
"So, what do you ACTUALLY think of this, Romano?" you tried again, this time knowing you would get a better answer.
"You're… you'rebeautiful." He mumbled, running his words together.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
Suddenly, a crazy, lovely demon replaced your boyfriend's body. "YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, ______!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. "I LOVE YOU!"