RomanoxSick!Reader-Request

RomanoxSick!Reader

Helpful Neighbor

Request~



You have come to a conclusion.
Colds can go to hell.
Your first signs of a sore throat started yesterday and here you are today, sneezing and coughing up a lung on your living room couch.
The sucky thing is you happen to live alone, only family member living with you was (Pet’s Name) and he/she is currently sleeping soundly on the floor leaving you to your misery.
Besides life sucking at the moment you think you might manage through this cold on your own.
You currently are trying to distract yourself with TV, flipping through channels and settling on a soap opera for some good cheesy laughs, they do say laughter is the best medicine.
Your attention was taken away from the TV to your cell phone, which was ringing up a storm.



“Buono! Tomato, buono! Tomato

Buono buono, ooh! Tomato!

Red on the bottom and green on the top, toma- toma- tomato!♪ Hmph!”



With a lazy reach, the phone was off the coffee table and in your hand.
“Hello?” You croaked, internally cringing at the sound of your own frog voice.
“(Name)? Is-a that you-a?”
It was your next door neighbor Lovino Vargas. He and his brother Feliciano have been your friends since you moved in this house. You honestly developed a “small” amount of feelings for the tomato lover, not that he needs to know that.
“*cough hack cough* Y-yeah, what’s up?”
A new, more frantic voice entered the line of conversation.
“Oh Bella! Are you-a sick?!”
“Fratello get-a off the phone you-a bastardo!”
“But Fratello! (Name) is-a sick!”
“I know she’s-a sick! She-a sounds terrible!”
“Well we should-a go help her get-a better!”
The two brothers continued to bicker, completely forgetting you were even on the other side of the phone call. Eventually you had enough and hung up.
Not long after you were finally settled back on your heavenly couch of sanctuary. You were yet again interrupted by continuous pounding on your front door.
Slowly and begrudgingly you got off the couch, blanket wrapped around your body, shuffling off to the door.
The pounding stopped all together and the door burst open, just as you were about to open it yourself.
A cute yet frantic Lovino stood in your doorway giving you a look. You would too, you probably looked like barf.
His frantic look quickly changed to a blushing frowning one.
“What-a the hell are you-a doing out of bed?”
What?
“What? You’re the…the *cough* one knocking down my door…. Why are you even here?” His blush reddened.
There was a slight studder as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
“W-well…I-a….”
Heaving a tired sigh you turned around heading for the couch once again.
“W-wait!” Still flushed he grabbed your blanket, stopping you in your tracks.
“I came-a over to take-a care of you. So go to-a your room.”
Giving him a look you were about to protest, but a coughing and hacking fit made you decide otherwise.
While you slowly went up the stairs Lovino headed to your kitchen, (Pet’s Name) following right behind him.



~Timeskip-five long minutes later~



Your soft comforter was like a sweet ice-cream sundae to a Lolita after the living hell of stairs.
It didn't take long for whatever Lovino was doing in your kitchen to be done, because he was soon carrying a tray into your bedroom, face still as flushed as a cherry.
He set the tray of what seems to be a bowl of soup and a glass of water. After the tray was put in place he pulled up a chair beside the bed, sitting awkwardly.
Too tired to even do anything you sat there sniffling and coughing. Despite your stomach turning at the thought of food, your shaky hands reached for the food tray. You were abruptly stopped by your “helper”, taking the tray himself, setting it on your lap.
He grabbed the only spoon sitting in the soup before you had the chance and dipped it into (soup of choice).
Carefully, yet sternly, he raised the spoon closer to your mouth expectantly. In almost a state of shock you blinked at him owlishly. He avoided eye contact completely, blush sitting on his cute cheeks.
“Just-a eat the soup damnit.” He mumbled
Honestly shocked he was even doing this and too tired and lazy to complain you opened your mouth on command.
The feeding of the soup was full of an awkward blushing Lovino and a too sick to care you. Silence was full to the brim, except for small noises that come with someone being sick.
Much to the Italian’s surprise you fell right asleep after you finished the soup, basically falling over after the last spoonful left your mouth.
Gazing down at your sleeping figure he couldn't help but let a rare smile fall on his face.  Your cute face was flushed from the cold, giving off the effect of a small child curled up in bed.
To be honest he would be lying if he said he didn't have feelings for you, but…



You don’t need to know that…