2p!Italy x reader- New World Intro (Ch.1)

You sat at home contently reading a novel you recently picked up. You rested your back against the headboard of your bed as you flipped a page. The sun was sinking further and further giving the moon its turn to reign over the sky. Your legs were comfortably crossed over one another as your eyes stayed glued to the book. You mouthed the words as you read them.

Suddenly, you heard the doorbell. You peaked up from the pages of your book, a bit curious as to who it could be. You bookmarked where you were before exiting your room and heading off to the front door. There, on your doorstep stood your two friends; a male and a female.

"(name)!" the two exclaimed.

"Hmm? Hey, guys. What are you doing here?"

"You want to come to a party with us?!" the girl questioned excitedly.

"T-tonight? That's really last minu-"

"No time! In the car!" the boy declared as they both grabbed one of your arms and began to pull.

"W-wait! Wait! I'm not even dressed for a party! I'll just sit this one out, ok?!"

"You can't! We need a designated driver!"

You slouched your shoulders some as your began lowering your resistance. "A-all you guys ever want me at parties for is to drive your drunk asses home," you pouted.

"Because that's what friends do!" they sang as they shoved you into the backseat seat before they took off.

You dreaded parties like these, but your friends usually dragged you to them anyway. No matter what city you happened to move to, you seemed to always be able to attract kids who you thought were really cool, but just so happened to be addicted to house parties.

You just moved to this city a few months ago, so you've only known the two for a short period of time, but their nerdy, loud, and all too proud personalities drew you to them. Though the two could be perfectly comfortable just sitting at home with you, watching anime with buckets of sweets and carbs galore, they were also ones for getting shitfaced at a party.

You yourself would rather not have to spend hours in the crowded house of a stranger with horny, drunk, and drugged up teenagers. During the time you had to spend with them however, you preferred to stand or sit off by the snacks and canned sodas that nobody ever touched. From years of experience, you realized that if you just talked with your mouth full and hands searching the table for more food, that boys would eventually stop trying to talk to you as if you were a drunken whore.

After a few minutes of being at this most recent party, you came to the conclusion that it was no different from every party you have ever been dragged to in you whole high school career. You scanned over the house for a cooler containing canned sodas and made your way to it as your friends went off to do god knows what.

You picked up one of the beverages and looked over all the different bowls filled with chips and other grab and go munchies. You sighed a bit as you picked one up and tapped it against your lips. You looked more closely to your surroundings as you continued to just rub the chip against your lips and saw a few people who you recognized from school, but not many. Then again, you haven't been there for that long.

On the other side of the table, you noticed someone else just standing around as well. He looked fairly bored and as if he'd really rather not be here. His reddish hair and magenta eyes led you to believe he was a boy you've seen at school. He was pretty easy to point out. Especially with that signature curl of his that just seemed to defy gravity and logic itself.

You shoved the chip into your mouth as you continued to stare. You looked down as you chewed and swung your foot, debating in your head over whether or not you should try to go over and talk to him. You shrugged your shoulders and casually scooted over towards him. You looked in the opposite direction as him before glancing over and waving.

"Hello."

He didn't seem as if he noticed you at all at first, even though you were literally just a few steps away. He lazily made eye contact.

"What?"

"Uuuhhhmmm...How are ya?" You cracked open your soda. "I'm (name). You kind of looked all, "I'm scary. Don't talk to me," so I decided to come over and maybe small talk or something, you know?"

"What kind of logic is that?"

"I don't know. One that'll probably end with something bad happening to me one day," you giggled before sipping your drink. "I told you I'm (name), right? What's your name?"

"You don't know it?"

You shook your head. "Nu-uh. I know we have the same fourth period and stuff, but I just transferred a few months ago. I never got your name. I wasn't even aware you had such a fancy accent."

"Fourth period?..." He looked down as he seemed to be thinking.

You brought your drink up to your lips then paused for a second. "Wait. You didn't know? How did you expect me to already know your name then? What if I went to a different school or something? Are you really that popular?"

"Something like that."

"Hmm?...You don't seem like the type."

"The hell is that suppose to mean?!"

You flinched from how loud he suddenly got, but then flashed a gentle smile. "Nothing like that. It's just...hmm...You seem more mature. Sharper than most of the teenagers I've seen in my day is all."

He smirked at you. "Your day? How old are you trying to be?"

"Trying? Oh, no no," you proudly pointed your thumb to your chest as you went on to say, "I may appear to only be seventeen, but trust me, I'm far older at heart." You shrugged. "Or at least being around other teenagers make me feel that way." You moved your free hand to the side of your mouth as you whispered, "Being around these idiots makes me seem hella smart."

He chuckled at your remark. "Why are you here?"

"What do you mean?"

"You couldn't have possibly came to this house on your own free will."

"Oh! That! My friends asked me to come with them. Literally, like on the way here."

"Where are they?"

"Uhhh." You looked around, thinking that they couldn't have been that far.

"Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!"

You hit your face before pointing off in the general direction of the chanting. "They're the girl over there on that table letting people take shots off her body, and the boy pouring the alcohol, seeming to lead the chants." You rolled your eyes, "But anyway. Where are your friends who dragged you here?"

"Hmm...The blonde pervert over there drinking off your friend, and the black haired pervert taking pictures of it."

"And of course we'd have similar friends too," you noted. "Why'd you come here with them?"

"They asked. Didn't have anything better to do. Cheap and vulgar parties like these aren't really my thing though."

You nodded knowingly. "Yeah. I'm just their designated driver. I seem to be far more reserved than my friends. Parties like these make me nauseous, and I don't even drink."

You wrapped your hands around the can you had as you side stepped a bit closer to him. You downed another gulp of the carbonated drink before speaking again, "You know, usually when I meet someone I like and have things in common with, they normally have something weird about them that doesn't seem too characteristic of them to me. With these two, it's these damned house parties. What's it with you? Hmm?"

"Well, why don't you just keep hanging around me and find out?"

You tilted the can towards him as you nodded once. "Sounds like a plan to me!"

"What's yours?"

"Huh? Something weird that you might find uncharacteristic of me?" You tapped your chin as you thought for a moment. "Hmm...Well, maybe-"

"Woohoo! Who wants to take me home and be my bad decision for the night?!" your friend yelled out as she was swaying side to side on top of a table, trying her hardest to keep her balance.

"Got damn it. Young lady, you get down from that table this instant!" you shouted as you began storming over. You then felt your wrist being grabbed to stop you. You turned your head.

"Wait. Just stay here."

"I would love to do just that. Trust me, this is the most fun I've had at one of these parties, as lame as it might sound, but I have to get these two home before they end up in a condo belonging to an unknown person surrounded by condoms, tape measures, and abnormally large gummy bears with only the ears eaten off. I haven't known them for that long, but I know they could find a way to get themselves into a situation like that almost to the tee. I'll see you Monday though, alright? Later, Luci!"

You smiled deeply as you went over to retrieve your friends. You huffed as you began shooing away boys from the table.

"Back. Back!" You reached up. "Alright, sissy. Come on down from there."

"(naaaaammmmeeee)!" she drawled out, drunkly, of course. She threw her hands forward and stumbled a bit.

"That's it. Just jump forward. No, wait! Don't actually j-" She jumped causing you to fall back, but still being able to catch her. Now on the ground, you tried your best to fix her over your shoulder. "Fuck! I didn't mean to literally jump, and if you throw up on my back, I'm spanking you when we get to your house."

"Okaaaaayyy," she sleepily replied.

You made it to your feet then grabbed a hold of your male friend's hand. He bumbled behind you like a toddler with a goofy smile across his face.

You shoved them both into the backseat of the car and drove them home, dropping your male friend off before getting to the girl's house. Since it was her car you were in, you just spent the night there.

You woke up when a cellphone was hurdled at your face.

"Dude!"

"Aaaahhh!! You're parents are on the phone, and they're yelling in my ears. J-just take the phone before blood starts dripping out!" she complained as she slowly began lying back down and bringing her knees to her chest.

You yawned before picking the phone up and answering, "Yeah?"

"(name)! Get home right now!"

"W-what for?! W-what happened?!"

"No time! Hurry up! Hurry!!"

"R-right!" You hung and shook your friend's body. "Hey. Hey! Come on! I need you to drive me home!"

"S-stop yelling, please! I-I can barely blink my eyes, I'm so hungover. J-just take my car and pick me up for school on Monday. I-I just want to lie here for the rest of the weekend." She crept under the covers.

"Thanks, sis."

"Whatever. Can you bring me a bucket and maybe a pistol, just encase?"

"I can get you some water and a bottle of asprin."

"I love you. On your way out, can you please turn off that damned sun? Make it go awaaaaaayyy."


When you made it home, you parents almost literally dragged you into the house and to the bathroom.

"Hurry up and take a shower!" your mother ordered. "There's already some clothes in there. I want you to use everything I have out for you!"

"U-uh! W-what going o-"

"No time for questions!" your dad exclaimed then shut the bathroom door. You stood there for a moment then just went along with whatever it was they were doing.

After taking a shower with the heavily scented body wash that was left for you, you looked around and noticed that the matching lotion and perfume were sitting on the sink. Next to those items was a makeup bag. Hanging up on the door was a red dress you've only happened to wear once for your aunt's wedding a few years back, and on the ground, the shoes you bought with it. You were very confused and hoped that they planned to explain this once you were out of the bathroom.

You got all fixed up, and once you opened the door you were once again pulled around.

"Forget the clothes in the bathroom! Get to the car!"

"I-I'm so confused and lost and scared and lonely and hungry! I'm not too sure why I'm lonely though."

"Get in the car!"

"D-don't yell at me!" you whined.

Your mom helped you into the backseat and sat back there with you as your dad drove. Your mother tried fixing your hair some more and touching up the job you did with the make up.

"Where are we going?" you asked with your lips poked out as she was brushing lip gloss over them.

"To a relative's house," your mom happily replied to you.

"A relative? Why am I so dressy then?!"

"Sit up straight," your mom put her hands on your shoulders and helped your straighten out. "Chest out. Out!" She pinched the back of your dress to show off your breast more.

"M-mom!"

"Why'd you get this dress so big?"

"I-it's my size! It looks fine! Now, don't do that!"

"Chin up."

"What for?! Stop fixing me, damn it and answer my questions!"

"Just listen to your mom," your dad encouraged.

Your mother looked all too giddy as she looked you over. "Oh, aren't you glad I went on ahead and pushed out a girl?!"

"If this works out, I'll kiss your feet everyday for it, sweetheart."

"Someone please fill me in! I wish to be informed!"

"All you need to do is keep your mouth closed, nod when spoken to or reply yes ma'am, yes sir to everything, and look pretty, alright?"

"T-those kind of rules make me nervous. I-I thought we were going to a relative's."


After the drive, your parents' car parked in front of a house. You looked out the window at it as they got out. It was a very big property. The size of the front yard alone was basically the square footage of your house. The house itself could best be described as a mansion than anything else. It looked fit for royalty.

Your mom opened the door for you, and you carefully stepped out.

"Whoa. Since when did we have relatives who could live like this?"

"If everything goes well, we'll be able to live in a place like this," your mom squealed.

Your parents high-fived before approaching the house. Your mom had a tight grip on your arm. Your dad nervously knocked on the door and within a few moments it was opened. You and your family were led out of the foyer by a maid in a puffy black and white dress and apron. Your heels clanked against the light colored marble flooring as your eyes went from place to place, observing everything you passed by.

Soon, your group was stopped by a woman. Her skin was lightly tanned and her eyes were bright and a vibrant shade of red, but hid behind tinted glasses. She was petite and wore all white with red accents. She very much so gave off a "I'm better than you. Why the hell are you in my presences?" type vibe.

Her eyes went over everyone's faces, but then stopped at yours. She leaned her head to the side as she pointed at you.

"You."

You pointed to yourself. "Me?"

"Step forward."

"Uhm." You did as she said and held your hands behind your back.

"You're (name)?" she said in what sounded to you to be a bit of disgust. It was subtle, but not subtle enough to not hurt your feelings a little.

"Uh, yes...ma'am."

"Ugh. My god...," she held out her hand and tilted your head up with her nails. Her eyes scrolled over your body from top to bottom, then back up. "...What is with that boy?"

"Uhm. Rhetorical?"

"I think she's kinda cute," a new voice in the room surprised you and made you jump a bit.

You looked over, and to the side of you stood a blonde boy. He had the eyes of the woman in front of you and certainly had the same fashion sense as well. He also had a similar logic defying curl that you remember seeing elsewhere.

"Though that dress is so god awful it should count as the eighth deadliest sin to wear it out in public."

"O-ow. So many of my feelings were hurt just then," you mumbled to yourself and placed a hand over your now broken heart.

"But, hey! Everybody makes mistakes, right?...Horrible...horrible mistakes."

"I-is it really that bad?"

"Stop teasing her."

Your ears perked up like a cat's. "Luciano?" You looked around. When you saw him and confirmed your guess was right, you held your fist up to your mouth and looked around in even more confusion. "Wait, what? Am I at your house? Now I'm really lost. Whoa! Are we related?! That's like impossible though, right?!"

"Wow, is she like an airhead or something?" the blonde boy snickered. "So, you like them decent looking and dim-witted, huh?"

"T-this is like the second time you've really hurt my feelings, kid, and they're cutting deep, ok?"

Luciano glared at the boy before proclaiming, "I think I'd have a little higher standards for my fucking wife, thank you."

Your heart stopped and so did the world around you as your brain tried to process the statement that was just given. It couldn't and multiple errors popped up, causing your body to overheat and malfunction.

"W-wait! I-I...A-and the...b-but! Uhm...S-sorry. I interpreted that incorrectly...Huh?"

"No, I believe you heard me right, bella. We're going to get married. You'll be my wife."

"U-uh! O-ok...That's what I interpreted the first time..." You covered your face with your hands. "I-I'm too shocked to feel anything but this burning sensation in my cheeks right now! I-I'm like so ultra, like, super saiyan god super saiyan lost right now that that was the only reference that I could use to express the scale of just...how lost I am here. S-someone please tell me something?"