Ancient Rome xReader (Curls)

You stared at the napping male somewhat curiously. The roman man's curls having become a source of major curiosity from you for a while now. Whereas America, the Italy brothers, Canada, China, and Norway only had one curl...Rome had several on his head.

By one sheer accident involving Romano, you had discovered exactly what those hair curls did. And after some bashful asking around, apparently the curls served a common function between the nations. At first you had wondered if maybe this had something to do with genetics or just the fact they were all nations.

Then you remembered your boyfriend back home and his multiple curls...

Of course you were curious as to what would happen if you pulled on them, especially more than one at once, but it would be kind of rude to give him the wrong idea about your intentions. Sure, you had been together for about four months, but if your theory was correct then would it turn out wrong or inappropriate to ask?

You sighed indecisively and looked back at the sleeping man. Deciding against your exploration, you stood up and carefully climbed into his lap, snuggling into his chest.

"Mmm...(y/n)?" A heavily accented voice mumbled from beneath you.

You quietly cursed yourself for being cumbersome and sighed, "Sorry, did
I wake you?"

"Yeah, but no worries," he squished your cheeks good-naturedly, "I got to see this beauty climbing on me." He teased cheekily and you groaned with embarrassment.

Gently swatting his hands away from your cheeks, you gave him an curious look before blushing and burring your face back in his chest.

Rome raised a brow, bemused by this. "Is everything alright (y/n)?"

"Y-yeah..." You mumbled before stealing up your courage, "C-can I ask you something?"

Rome blinked in confusion, "Sure, go ahead mia principessa."

You blushed harder when he called you that just out of the blue. But that was Rome. Not a rhyme nor reason to many of the things he did.

"W-well, your curls..." You flushed and looked down at your twiddling fingers.

"Yes, what about them?" Rome asked, patiently urging you along.

"Are they erogenous zones like Romano and Italy's?!" You blurted.

Rome blinked at you with a surprised expression and you returned it with a flushed and nervous one.

But to your surprise, the Roman merely burst out laughing. You blinked in shock as his whole body shook with laughter. Tears eventually began slipping down his cheeks from his mirth.

"Oh~, mia bella amore." He chuckled deeply.

"Rome..." You groaned as he ruffled your hair.

"What got you curious hmm?" He prodded teasingly, "feeling ready enough to go that far with me? Already?"

"No! Good god you are terrible!" You replied with an exasperated laugh.

He merely replied with a mock pout, "Mean. But, to answer your question, yes. They are." He grinned.

You flushed red in embarrassment and shock, "Seriously?! How many are there?"

"About six the last time I checked." He said and lazily scratched the back of his head.

You blushed a whole new shade of red to which Rome replied to with a lecherous smirk, "Sure it might sound troublesome, but not when you're a conqueror." He boasted, "I mean, it is pretty useful when like...four girls want a piece of you all at once."

"No. Okay no. That's enough. I'm done." You blathered and scrambled off the couch.

"Hey, (name)! Principessa!" He called and jogged after you.

"Go away Rome!" You warned as you reached for the front door.

But he simply came up behind you and put a hand on the door. "Now wait just a moment." He chuckled softly.

"...I swear I will jump out the window." You warned.

"(Name), calm down. You're getting worked up over nothing." Rome laughed.

"You are certainly not nothing." You grumbled.

"No, I suppose not. But please, come back to the couch. It's lonely without you!" He begged.

There was a stretch of silence between you, "...fine." You sighed and let go of the knob.

"Yay, Mia Bella ragazza is staying!" He chirped.

"I will punch your teeth down your throat."

"I love you too~ mi amore."