Strawberry Kisses~~Italy X Reader

       You looked forward to class, being the intelligent individual that you were. You could sit through almost any lecture and never get bored. However, music class was your favorite period of the day. It was that time when you could finally let loose and be yourself! Not to mention, everyone respected you in that class. Throughout your normal school day, you usually got teased by people who believed you to be too smart for your own good. The only people that never really understood you were Arthur Kirkland (a very serious student) and Feliciano Vargas, a happy go lucky boy who never seemed to care that you had your nose stuck in a book constantly.
One day after music class had ended, you stayed behind to play the piano instead of going straight home. Sometimes, you found it easier to play when no one was around. That's why you freaked out when you heard an overexcited voice call your name.
''(Your name)! What are you still doing here?'' Feliciano Vargas asked happily, hurrying over to you.
''I-I'm playing the piano. What else would I be doing?'' You raised your eyebrow at him as you continued playing softly.
''You're really good. Why don't you play in front of the class like this?'' Feli frowned, watching you gently tap the keys.
''...Because it's embarrassing. I'm still learning and crowds make me nervous. People make me nervous.'' You admitted, losing the rhythm due to your conversation. You stopped playing and sighed.
''I don't know why! You're wonderful, bella! I wish I could play piano like that. I'm not so good at music.'' He stated simply.
''Most people think I'm only book smart...they don't know I used to play piano for my mother all the time.'' You told him.
''I never would've thought of it either. You're so smart, I thought music would seem silly to you.'' Feliciano said honestly.
''Smart people like music too! Just look at Arthur. He's a closet guitarist.'' You folded your arms.
''R-really? But he's so serious!'' Feliciano tilted his head like a curious animal.
''I'm his best friend. He can't hide those things from me. Everything about him screams guitar player. I found an electric guitar in his closet, and some punk albums in his dresser. He even has a six string tattoo on his hip. It's so obvious.'' You laughed. He smiled widely, slightly amazed that you knew all of this.
''Everyone just makes fun of me when I try to play because I am so terrible.'' Feliciano sighed. He wasn't used to being bad at something. He had fairly good grades in all of his classes (except for gym, because he was lazy) and he was exceptional at art, but for some reason music stumped him.
''I don't think you're bad at all. You just need more practice.'' You said simply, trying to cheer him up.
''Really? Can you teach me to play like you, bella?'' Feliciano's eyes sparked with wonder at the prospect of the idea.
''E-er-sure. I guess I can do that.'' You shrugged, a little excited too. There was something thrilling at the thought of teaching someone to you, and there was really no telling why.
The lessons started off small, with you asking permission from Mr. Edelstein for Feliciano to join you in your after school sessions. Then, you had him sit at the bench and slowly play. He was bad at keeping rhythm, and he often got distracted by thinking of something else and lost the melody.
''Don't worry, you'll get it, Feli.'' You encouraged him. With your help, overtime he managed to take on a new persona when playing. Feliciano was much more focused and intent when he played, and you recognized some part of him that got lost in the music like you did.
''That's not quite the right note for that. No, that's not it either. Here, try this.'' You suggested one day, placing your hands on top of his and guiding him through the last part of the song.
''B-bella!" He turned a little red, not used to physical contact from you yet.
''Sorry! I guess that was a little too forward.'' You apologized instantly, letting go of his hands.
''No, it's okay. You just surprised me a little.'' He admitted. His normal high pitched voice seemed slightly lowered as he played the notes you helped him find back to you.
''That's perfect, Feli. I think you've got piano down. I don't think you need my help anymore.'' You said, feeling a little sad.
''Can we learn a different instrument then? I don't want to stop seeing you.'' Feliciano said quietly.
''F-Feli...'' Was this some sort of confession? The cute Italian had been acting strange for quite some time now. He got more melancholy and sweeter it seemed when he was with you lately. What was the difference?
''Please, don't make me stop seeing you, bella. I don't know what I would do!'' Feli begged. You realized with the warbled sound in his voice that he was crying.
''Feliciano Vargas, what has gotten into you...? I never see you cry! What's wrong?'' You asked, sitting beside him on the bench.
''Don't leave me, please.'' The sheer pain in his voice was enough to make your knees weak as he threw his arms around your waist and pressed his face into your neck. Slowly, you hugged him back.
''Why are you so sad? This was just supposed to be tutoring-''
''I didn't really need the piano lessons, bella. I just said that so I could spend more time with you. I watched you play and you were always so sad. Even in class you're sad. I want to make you happy...I don't like it when you don't smile.''
''Feliciano...'' You felt yourself starting to cry a little bit. Just how sweet was this guy? He did all of this just to get closer to you, and here he was pleading you not to leave.
''Then...you made me smile...and I am so happy now... I haven't really been this happy in a long time. Please...don't leave me.'' He mumbled weakly. So he faked it? All those sweet smiles he cast at Ludwig and his friends...just what pain had he been masking all this time?
''I won't leave, and that's a promise. But I don't like seeing you sad either, okay? So you have to be happy for me, Feli!'' You rubbed his back comfortingly.
''Si, bella! Grazie!'' Feliciano leaned up too fast to get out of his current hug and you just got this urge to kiss him. So, you did. It seemed the most logical thing for you to do. Feli was surprised at first, his beautiful amber eyes wide in shock. Then, they slowly closed and he was kissing you back. His mind went blank. For a moment, he stopped thinking about his first love. He stopped thinking about the people he has lost in his life. Feliciano forgot about the bullies who made him feel weak and insecure. All he could think about was that he was kissing you, and he had never been happier. His mouth moved against yours gently, riddled with inexpirience. You had never kissed either, so it was kind of awkward for both of you. All you knew was that it felt right, and Feliciano tasted like strawberries.
''Why do you taste like strawberries?'' You questioned as the kiss ended.
''Oh, because I eat them a lot! I even brought them for a snack today! Do you want some?'' He reached into his backpack on the ground by the piano bench and pulled out a small plastic container with sweet, ripened strawberries inside.
''Uh, sure. I haven't had them in a long time.'' You said, still blushing a little because of the kiss.
Feliciano fed them to you, one strawberry at a time. In between each fruit, he leaned in to give you a small peck on the lips. It was almost as if he was reassuring you that the kiss really happened.
''Feli, I really like you. I mean, obviously because I kissed you. But in all seriousness, what are we now?'' You asked simply, enjoying his kisses and the fruit a little too much.
''I like you too! And I think this means we are a couple.'' He smirked, pressing kisses to your nose, cheeks, forehead and neck. He was kissing almost every part of you he could reach, almost as if he was afraid his lips would never have the chance again.
''I'd love that.'' You smiled sweetly, kissing him again.
''Ti amo, bella. You make me so happy.'' He whispered, breaking the strawberry kiss and holding you tight. After all the foreign language classes you were taking, you knew instantly what he had said.
''I love you too, Feli.'' You buried your face against him, finally feeling that something right had happened to you. You suddenly found yourself wishing to find yourself wrapped in his arms forever, always enjoying his strawberry kisses.