Pocky game series: North Italy
"Veee~! Bella, play a game with me!" The bubbly Italian says, taking the opportunity to glomp you.
You laugh and squirm under his weight. "Haha! What kind of game, Feli?"
"Japan calls it the pocky game! He said it's a game for friends and lovers to play!" He nuzzles your cheek with his, catching a glimpse of his red-brown hair.
He's always so affectionate... you think. But that's part of the reason you fell for him. Feliciano always has a smile on his face, very friendly, very handsome and he's great at cooking! You squeal internally.
"W-why lovers?" you question, aware of a blush creeping on your face.
"Hmm, I don't think he told me that part, but will you play with me ____? It sounds fun~" Feliciano presses.
You give in to his demands, but not entirely. "Okay Feli, I'll play this game with you, but the loser has to make pasta for the winner!" You were sure you'd win at his little game; also you really loved his pasta.
"Okay!" He lets go of you and picks up a box of tiramisu pocky and opens it. You've never see this "pocky" before but it smelled nice, like...chocolate and coffee. Feliciano takes a stick and puts one end in his mouth.
"Bella, now you take the other end~" He sounded excited.
You take the end of the pocky stick and bite down on it. "Okay, Feli, now what?"
"Now we eat it! But we have to look into each other's eyes while doing it." He tells you, excitement in his voice.
"That's all?" You ask, slightly disappointed. "Alright..."
Feliciano opens his eyes, startling you. His eyes are so...pure. you thought, but beautiful. You gaze deeply into them, slowly going down the pocky stick. He, however, was finishing it much faster than you. You hardly payed attention to the flavor of the pocky until Feliciano's soft lips descended on yours. The full flavor of delicious tiramisu was on his lips and he gripped you tightly with both hands. You were surprised by the sudden turn of events, but didn't complain. Closing your eyes, you kiss him back and run a hand through Feliciano's hair, accidentally touching his curl.
He lets out a low moan, separating your kiss. "_____~?"
"Yes Feli?" You whisper, unable to speak clearly because the kiss left you breathless.
"I guess I owe you that pasta now, eh?" He smiles at you, pink dusting his cheeks.
"Yes you do, but first, this." You smirk, now fully gripping his curl and tugging on it, knowing exactly what he would do.
Feliciano lets out a low growl and pushes you down to the floor, mouth descending on yours again, tasting of sweet chocolate and warm mocha, the flavor of Italian tiramisu.