{{YOU ARE ANY COUNTRY, EXCEPT SPAIN AND ITALY!}} {{SMALL NOTE, ROMANO IS TRANS FTM HERE.}}

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You were Lovino Vargas’ lover. You two had been together for a few months. But there was one thing.

You were always curious about Lovino’s curl.

The long curl that always rested by the side of his head, the one that was sensitive when someone blew on it..the one that he would never shorten even after a haircut. Both him and his brother had one.

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Currently, you two were relaxing on the couch in your living room. He sat close next to you, but not leaning his head on your shoulder (he wasn’t ready to show vulnerability yet or whatever..). He watched whatever the hell you two were watching, while you stared at the curl. Then..slowly..you reached out..and tugged his curl. Not too rough, not too soft.

Lovino gasped, his turning bright red. That tug sent a jolt down south as soon as it was pulled. He let out a small whimper, before turning to glare at you, pleasured tears stinging his eyes. He covered his curl._

“What the hell was that, bastardo?!” He screeched, although he didn’t seem genuinely upset.