2p!Spain X Chubby!Reader X 2p! Romano part 1 (req)

It was since you were 5; there were two very important people in your life.
They were your ‘older brother’ Antonio and your ‘brother’ Lovino.
Antonio raised Lovino and you even if he was always mean looking
and said really mean things, he never let you guys down.
Lovino was like your best friend while growing up; both of you
were not very liked by anyone. You guys were ‘annoying’.
Even Lovino’s real brother –Feliciano- found you annoying,
and always teased you for your weight. (Not your fault Lovino loves to cook)
He was cruel but he was almost never around.
Life was… normal like this. You couldn’t imagine it any other way.
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“Lovino!!”
You stomped down the stairs holding a bag full of clothes that you would never wear. You found Lovino sitting at the table drinking his coffee with a large smile.
“Ah good morning _______” he greeted you. You glared at him and threw the bag at him, making him fall to the side. “Stop messing with my fucking closet! I will never wear your fucking clothes! You growled. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!  ________, watch your mouth. Feliciano seemed to have gotten stuck on you” Antonio said as he walked down the stairs. His shoulder-long brown hair was messy and he only had his tomato boxers on.  You turned back and also glared at him, blushing bright red. “A-Antonio…” you muttered. He walked over and grabbed the bag bringing out some of the clothes “ooookay… no wonder you got mad. You’d never even fit into these” he chuckled and threw over a thin blouse to the side, grabbing Lovino’s coffee. Lovino walked over to you fixing his blond hair. “Of course she would, I made it her size” Lovino smiled and placed a measuring tape along your arm length. You snatched your arm away sitting across from Antonio. “No, Tony is right. I’ll never fit in any of those. I’m not meant to wear them” you sighed and grabbed a tomato that sat in the middle of the table.

“_______” Lovino whined and wrapped his arms around your plump waist, placing his face on your shoulder. “You would fit in anything, Bella” he said. You blushed a bit and smiled. “You’re sweet Lovino” you chuckled. Of course he acted sweet, but he was as twisted as his brother when he had to. You looked over at a recent scar on Antonio’s shoulder. Lovino had tried to cut his throat for calling you fat. Lovino giggled and wrapped his measuring tape around your waist. “Hm, have to make your dress smaller from the waist than I thought” he noted. You stared at him and cut his measuring tape in half with his own knife. “Stop measuring me Lovino. I don’t like it and besides I don’t want a dress” you affirmed while standing up. “Of course you do. It’s your prom soon, isn’t that right, mia bambola” he asked, bring out a brand new measuring tape.
You had totally forgotten about that damn prom. No one had asked you out, of course, so it didn’t mean anything to you but a damn place to be the last days of your high school years.
You blinked a bit while staring at Lovino.
You smiled a bit and nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t even want to go. So thanks for trying to make my dress” you said and patted his shoulder. You looked over at Antonio. The cup of coffee stayed still in his hand, close to his lips. He stared at you as if thinking deeply of something. You brushed it off and walked back upstairs to find your clothes.
~ Time Skip~ 1 week.

You dragged yourself to the bathroom to get ready. It was the day before prom so you had to make a last impression on anyone to take you to prom, so you wouldn’t look like a fool. You sighed and put on some of the clothes Lovino had made. It was a dark longish, thin material skirt and a beige blouse. You sighed trying to curl your hair up a bit.

There was a knock at the door “Hey, who’s taking this long?” Antonio whined outside. “Sorry, Tony I’ll be right out.” You said quickly applying mascara. “Open up or I’ll chop the door down” Antonio commanded. You heard his ax being dragged. You opened the door. Antonio was ready to break down the door. He stared at you and let the ax fall back. “_-________?” he asked. You stared at him. “What?” you asked walking past him. He grabbed your arm. “Where are you going?” he asked. “School… why?” you asked.
He scanned you head to toe. “Why the hell are you wearing that?” he asked and grinned. “You look like a sausage” he chuckled. You glared at him and punched him on the side. He let go and you stomped off. “Don’t have to tell me that, you bastard” you hissed as you walked down the stairs. Lovino smiled as he saw you in those clothes.
“Yay! _______! You wore them” he chirped. “Yeah, my last chance to get a date for the freaking prom…” you sighed and just walked out. Lovino followed you and offered you a ride. You agreed just to not have all the make-up, which took you an hour to put on, smear off. You got into Lovino’s sports car and he drove off. Antonio was at the door. He was very serious, like usual, but he looked like he had something up his sleeve. ‘I wonder if whatever he is planning is good or bad… especially for me’ you thought looking into the rear view mirror. Lovino poked you to get your attention.
You glared at him and covered over the spot he poked. “Don’t worry about it, Bella. You will have a great time.” He assured you. You just nodded, not agreeing or disagreeing, just saying ‘yeah, sure’.  
You leaned back letting the wind hit your face. ‘I hope this goes well…’