Romano X Reader - Tangled CH. 6

Chapter 6 – I Have a Dream

“No! Now this is being mean.” He glared at the picture, but his glare was broken by a guy grabbing him and sneering at him.

“Oh, it's him all right. Gretta, go find some guards. That reward is going to buy me a new hook.” The man lifted up his hook, making Lovino flinch.

“I can use the money.”

“What about me?”

“I'm broke.” Wow, you never thought you would see the day where a bunch of ruff looking guys would be fighting over Romano. You finally decided to intervene.

You -“-Boys, stop!”

Lovino - “-Let go, d***it!”

You - “Hey, leave him alone! Give me back my guide.”

Lovino - “Not the nose, not the nose, not the nose!”

“Put him down!” You finally grabbed your hair, lassoed it around a railing and pulled it back. Once released it hit the main guy of the mob, stopping everyone in their tracks. “Okay, I don't know where I am, and I need him to take me to see the lanterns, because I've been dreaming about them my entire life. Find your humanity. Haven’t any of you ever had a dream?”

The main guy, which you had hit. Grabbed his axe and approached you. “I, had a dream.
Once.” Some random music then started up.

“I'm malicious mean and scary. My sneer could curdle dairy.” He leered in front of you, causing you to step back timidly. “And violence-wise my hands are not the cleanest. But despite my evil look, and my temper and my hook.

“I've always yearned to be a concert pianist. Can't cha see me on the stage performing Mozart.” He began playing on the bar piano, his hands gliding across the surface quickly. You wondered how Austria would react to it. “Tickling the ivories, 'til they gleam. Yep, I'd rather be called deadly.

“For my killer show-tune medley. Thank you. 'Cause way down deep inside I've got a dream.” All the other guys joined in and you had to note how ridiculous this was, but it looked like Lovino was even more stunned by the spectacle.

“He's got a dream, he's got a dream.”

"See, I ain't as cruel and vicious as I seem. Though I feel like breaking femurs.” You smiled at his joke as he cheered. ”You can count me with the dreamers. Like everybody else, I've gotta dream.”

“I've got scars and lumps and bruises. Plus there's something here that oozes.” Next guy came up singing. Even though, like the last guy, he freaked you out. You slowly grew accustomed to it. “Let's not even mention my complexion. But despite my extra toes.

“And my goiter and my nose. I really want to make a love connection.” He then got into a fake looking boat, acting out his next part. “Can't you see me with a special little lady. Rowing in a row boat, down the stream.

“Though I'm one disgusting blighter. I'm a lover, not a fighter.” That line kind of reminded you of France, but you shook it off just like the Austria thought. “'Cause way down deep inside, I gotta dream.”

“I gotta dream, I gotta dream.”

“And I know one day will never reign supreme. Though my face leaves people screaming.” He smiled brightly, singing his best. “There's a child behind it dreaming. Like everybody else, I've gotta dream.”

“Tor would like to quit and be a florist.”

“Gunther does interior design.”

“Ulf is into mime, Attila’s cupcakes are sublime.”

“Bruiser knits, Killer sews.”

“Fang does little puppet shows.”

“And Vladimir collects ceramic unicorns.” (A/N: Can anyone imagine Romania here right now? //shot) The men then all glared at Lovino.

“What about you?” Lovino seemed confused.

“What about me?”

“What's your dream?” They dragged him to the center of the room, next to you, waiting expectantly.

“No, no, no. Sorry boys, I don't sing.” They all pulled out their weapons and Lovino gulped. He then jumped up on a table, avoiding the weapons and began singing along, too. “I have dreams like you, no really. Just much less, touchy-feely.

“They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny. On an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone.” Everyone seemed annoyed by his dream, but by your standpoint this seemed like a logical Lovino dream. “Surrounded by enormous piles of money.”

“I have a dream...I have a dream.” You decided to finally join in.

“She’s got a dream.”

“I just want to see the floating lanterns gleam. And with every passing hour.” You smiled, twirling around. “I'm so glad I left my tower. Like all you lovely folks, I've got a dream.”

“She's gotta dream, He's gotta dream. They've gotta dream, we've gotta dream. So our differences ain't really that extreme. We're one big team.” Everyone sang along at the end (besides Lovino). “Call us brutal or sadistic and grotesquely optimistic. 'Cause way down deep inside, we've gotta dream.”

We gotta dream, I gotta dream. Yes everybody here has got a... Dreeeeeeaaaaamm. Yeah!”

“I found the guards.” A guy from earlier burst in, guards following behind him. The leader of the guards came up.

“Where's Vargas, where is he? I know he's in here somewhere. Find him, turn the place upside down!” You felt yourself get led away and shown a secret trapdoor on the floor. The main guy you hit, smiled gesturing you to go.

“Go, live your dream.” Lovino climbed in.

“I will.” You heard Lovino say.

“Your dream stinks, I was talking to her.” You smiled kissing him on the cheek.

“Thanks for everything.” You hopped in after Lovino, the door shutting behind you.

~

“Didn't know you had that in you back there.” Lovino was in front of you leading the way, while you tried to carry the long strands of hair behind him.

“I KNOW! I know... Sooo, Lovino. Where are you from?” You knew the answer, but you liked teasing him.

“Nope, sorry Goldie, I don't do that f***ing story. However I am becoming very interested in yours. Now I...I know I'm not suppose to mention the hair.”