Filled Out Love (Chubby!Italy x Reader) (14)

Italy loved his pasta; any nation could tell you that. That was practically the only thing he ever ate, for every single meal he had. And for centuries, it never showed on his figure, always stick thin and perfect, as everyone would always tell him.

But once he got off of his strict training regimen, all that pasta started to weigh down.

He went from a stick thin body of 130 to a large one of 320 seemingly overnight. He didn’t mind at first, he was content with his pasta, and that was all he needed. But soon other nations began to mock him, snickering and dropping remarks almost endlessly, often times reducing him to tears.

The only person who never did was his brother, but many a times, he would only sigh, trying to help his brother lose the weight, but would always fail.
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Getting ready for the world conference, Italy whimpered. He hated those mean words he was always called, but he had no choice, and the brothers drove to the conference centre.

Trying to ignore the whispers and snickers, Italy sat in his spot, tearing up when Germany shook his head.

‘Hello Italy!’ Italy smiled, moving so the caller could hug him like they always did. Her name was ______, the representative of (c/n), and she never failed to hug Italy every time she saw him. _______ smiled, frowning when she noticed the tears in his eyes.

‘What’s wrong?’ She asked, startled when he began to cry, hugging her tightly. That was when laughter erupted all around the room, calling the Italian a blubbering whale, and other such things.

Hissing at the other nations, ______ helped Italy up, guiding him to another room. Italy was not paying attention, sobbing out all of his pent up emotions, and telling her what had happened to him.

He was silenced when something pressed against his plump lips, and he blinked in surprise, seeing ______ turn bright red.

‘Bella?’ He asked, as she started to chatter a mile a minute, causing her to stop.

‘Iloveyou!’ ______ blurted, covering her mouth, blushing when Italy chuckled, kissing her back.

‘I really do! I don’t get why they are so mean to you! You are such a nice person, and so fun to be around, why would they make fun of you?’ ______ asked, hugging Italy, who blushed in surprise.

‘Because I’m-a fat bella.’ He said sadly, looking at his large, jiggling stomach. ______ looked at him, then giggled.

‘You’re not fat, you’re fluffy!’ Italy looked at her, blushing when she hugged him. ‘I don’t think you’re fat!’ _____ said, kissing him again. Italy moaned, pulling her closer, parting when they ran out of air.

‘T-Ti amo Feli.’ She blushed, giggling when Italy kissed her again, smiling.

‘Ti amo ______.’ He responded, kissing her again.