But Satisfaction Brought it Back- S. Italy x Neko!Reader (Here goes nothing...)

A/N: If you expect me to put a filter for swearing...seriously. It's Romano. What do you expect, fluffy bunnies and My Little Pony? Ne!

~Ve-nya~

"Hey, (name)," your best friend, Romano, said irritably.  

"Nya? What?" You sat up from your nap, hair falling in your eyes. You swiped your hand over a calico ear as you listened to what Romano had to say.

"Veneziano's leaving to go visit that stupid potato bastard again."

"I'm sorry for your loss," you said in a tone that indicated how little you cared, smoothing the fur on your right ear and tail.

"Tch! Come on, bella, some sympathy! Some amore!"

"Romano, I'm half-cat. Cat's don't do sympathy. Or love on command."

"Well that sucks, because I want some love on command."

He sat down next to you on the bed.

"Veneziano never pays me any attention with that potato bastard around."

"Nya~? What about Spain?" you asked, flicking your tail back and forth. Romano rolled his eyes. You had always thought his eyes were pretty, like honey. Or amber.

"Tch, the tomato bastard? Come on, (name). Don't you know me too damn well for that?"

"I know, I know," you giggled. "I was kidding, Romano. It's what people do."

"Hmph. Not funny, bella."

When he crossed his arms and flounced like that, it caused the curl that stuck out of his head to move rather...enticingly, to your mind. You were a cat, after all, and cats love playing with dangling or moving things. You just could not take your eyes off the curl. It bounced around like a cat toy as Romano ranted. You narrowed your eyes, watching it as if hunting. He noticed and stopped talking.

"Hey, bella! What do you think you're looking at?"

You didn't respond, and gingerly reached out a hand, gently hitting at his curl. Romano blushed and swatted your hand away.

"What the hell, bella?!"

You blushed.

"Sorry, Roma...it just looked so...BOUNCY!"

He rolled his eyes.

"I don't like it when people touch it, ragazza!"

"Oh~? Why is that~?" You asked teasingly, swatting Romano's curl once more. He blushed.

"C-Come on-"

You smirked, pawing at the curl until Romano was as red as the tomatoes he loved. Finally, he grabbed your wrist.

"Come on, bella! Curiosity killed the cat, you know!

"But satisfaction brought it back," you responded smoothly.

"So are you satisfied, ragazza?"

"Hm, yes, I think so."

"Well good," Romano said, folding his arms, "Because I have half a mind to punch you if you touch it again, bella."

You giggled. "You're so adorable when you're angry, Romano."

He scowled. "I'm not adorable, dammit!"

"Well, your curl certainly is," you teased, giving it one more swat.