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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years

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Amore in Italia Pt. 1

Title: Amore in Italia Pt. 1

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Italian!Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,423

Warnings: Fluff

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell

Author Notes: This was a fic request from the lovely @fioccodineveautunnale! Her request was for a Whiskey x Italian!Reader who was younger and the two fools were in pining love for each other. I hope you enjoy it sweetheart! There will be a part two to these two fools. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Gif Credit: @pedroispunk

The steady beeping of the heart monitor was soothing to him. It meant she was alive. After such a mess of a mission he was thankful for that one fact. She was alive.

As his eyes darted over to where she lay on the hospital bed. Her skin looked pale and clammy, there was a sheen of moisture all along her body. Her body was still in the healing process. Bruises littered her body like a patchwork quilt in various different colors. Her shoulder was still bandaged up with gauze and the white cling wrap fell across her chest to the other side hiding the gunshot wound that she suffered from while on the mission.

Whiskey could still hear the loud gun fire in his ears as he sat silently in the hospital room. They all knew going in that things could go sideways but they hadn’t expected the situation to go this sideways. The mob ring that Whiskey has been tracking for the last six months with the Italian equivalent of Statesman had held a large meeting with multiple gangs in the area. Conveniently gathering them all in one location.

When Agent Tartufo had been made by one of the gang members all hell had broken loose. Bullets pierced the air from both sides of the room. Whiskey had been crouched down behind a table he had overturned. When he looked to his left he had seen her crouching down behind her own table taking cover as she periodically fired back at the gang members. It was then as she was peering over the table to get a good shot that one of the bullets from the gang blasted through her left shoulder knocking her back onto the floor. All he remembers after that is him rushing towards her and shouting her name.

Six months in Italy and Whiskey found himself enamored with the country. All of the sites of historical buildings like the Castel del Monte or the Grand Canal in Venice had entranced him to the historically rich country. And the food, goodness the food. Whiskey didn’t think he’d ever eaten anything so rich and fresh as the food here. But what had really made him fall in love with Italy was the young woman laying in the bed next to him.

Agent Capricciosa had greeted him on his first day at the main facility in Rome. She had eagerly stuck her hand to him with a soft smile and bright eyes.

“È un piacere conoscerla Agente Whisky, sono l'agente Capricciosa. Non vedo l'ora di lavorare con lei.” It is a pleasure to meet you Agent Whiskey, I am agent Capricciosa. I look forward to working with you. She had said while shaking his hand. He had been surprised by how young she looked and how small her hand was in his. Even after she had walked away from him and his guide she was still at the forefront of his mind.

He had learned a few things about her that day as he slyly asked around about her. She wasn’t a relatively new agent having been with the agency for at least eight years by then but she was one of the youngest agents they had. Being only in her early twenties Whiskey had learned that her family was in the business and she had gotten her start early on because of all the generations in her family before her. He’d also learned that she used her looks and young age to her advantage, being able to sidle up to targets and seeming naive to them until it was too late and she struck.

It was while at meetings and informal gatherings that he started to talk with her and got to know her better straight from the source. She was passionate about what she did and it was reflected in her work ethic and in the way that she talked. Oftentimes he would find himself daydreaming of her voice as she spoke to him in perfect lilting Italian about anything that came to mind. But now all he heard from her was the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

Sighing softly he reached over and grasped her fragile looking hand in his. Six months with this woman wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted so much more with her. She had managed to weasel her way into his life fairly easily and with no resistance at all she had even managed to weasel her way into his heart.

It might’ve been during the training sessions where they would spar together or it might’ve been during the time that they spent together researching intel on the gangs. Or hell it could’ve been when she would convince him to go explore her country, always promising him a good time in that alluring Italian language. He didn’t know when it happened but he had fallen irrevocably in love with her.

“Cosa ti rende così triste, agente Whiskey?” What is making you so sad Agent Whiskey? His eyes snap up to stare into her tired dazzling orbs.

“Sei sveglio. Grazie a Dio.” You're awake. Thank goodness. He says in response as he rises from his chair and moves closer to her. She smiles softly at him before grimacing as she shifts her body. He hurriedly moves to her and helps her sit up in the bed. “Non muoverti troppo, aggraverai la tua ferita.” Don't move too much you'll aggravate your wound. He says as he gets her settled back in a comfortable position.

“Non hai mai risposto alla mia domanda. Cosa ti ha turbato di tanto?” You never answered my question. What has you so upset? She asked again and his eyes darted over to her silently as he tried to muster up the courage to tell her how he feels. She’s looking at him soft tired confused eyes and he sits on the edge of her bed at her hip scooping up her hand in his.

“Devo dirti qualcosa. E ho bisogno che tu ascolti prima di dire qualsiasi altra cosa. Tutto a posto?” I need to tell you something. And I need you to listen first before you say anything else. Alright? He almost pleads with her. He needs her to be patient with him as he tries to place words to his feelings and emotions he’s experiencing. She nods at her once as her eyebrows furrow softly in concern. “Pensavo di averti quasi perso l'altra notte in missione. Quando ho visto che ti hanno sparato, tutto il mio mondo è capovolto. Ci tengo a te Capricciosa. E non so come ti senti, ma se non te lo dico ora mi sento come se potessi perdere la mia occasione.” I thought I almost lost you the other night on the mission. When I saw that you were shot my whole world flipped on its head. I care about you Capricciosa. And I don't know how you feel but if I don't tell you now then I feel like I may lose my chance. He watches as her eyes begin to shine with unshed tears and his hand comes up to cup her face where she leans into his embrace. “Sono innamorato di te.” I'm in love with you.

He can feel the air in his lungs escaping rapidly as he watches the tears fall silently down her cheeks and some even catch on his hand where he holds her. She grins a watery smile and leans backwards into the bed sighing.

“Agente Whiskey, sono innamorato di te da quando sei entrato nella struttura principale. Ero troppo spaventata per dirtelo perché temevo che mi avresti giudicato in base alla mia età.” Agent Whiskey I have been in love with you since you sauntered into the main facility. I was just too scared to tell you because I was worried you'd judge me by my age. She whispered softly as her eyes fell shut.

Whiskey grinned as he scooted higher up on the bed so that he could lean over her easily without hurting her being mindful of her injuries. Her eyes popped open when she felt his warm breath ghost over her lips and he watched as a knowing smile fell on her lips. Her hand came up to cup his own cheek and she leaned forward to press her lips to his softly.

The two of them sighed into the kiss and Whiskey felt his heart begin to soar in his chest. He was definitely falling in love with Italy.

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