Child!ItalyxMomma!Reader- Nobody Messes with Momma

This fic is based off of the brave Chibitalia.
You know, when they show him as being a strong little country in like two episodes?
So yeah. It's not OOC.

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"Momma! Momma!"

You turned to find your adorable little Italy running towards you with a flower crown on.

"Look what-a Holy Roman Empire made-a for me!" He said, gesturing to the flowers.

"That's adorable!" You said as you picked your son up.

He hugged you and giggled. When he leaned back he took the flowers and placed them on your head.

"Oh, momma! You-a look-a so pretty!" He exclaimed, giggling some more.

"Thank you! Hey, do you want to go get some pasta?" You asked the little Italy.

"Si~"

You walked with Italy on your shoulders, enjoying the scenery and fresh air, saying hi to occasional passerby. When you finally made it to your favorite place to eat, you took Italy off your shoulders, set him in the chair next to you, and ordered what you wanted to eat. You decided to eat at an outside table, since it was so nice outside. You and Italy were just talking and having fun together as you waited for your food. You had at some point set the flower crown back on top of little Italy's head. When your food finally got to you, you were about to start eating when a group of men walked by the table, showering you with wolf whistles. You shot them death glares and Italy looked around confused.

"Ciao, pretty lady. You wanna come and-a have-a some fun?~" One of the men asked, walking closer to you.

"I'm not interested in your stupid games." You replied.

The men chuckled and got closer. one of then started getting too close to Italy and you shot up out of your chair.

"M-momma?" Italy asked nervously.

"Now I will only tell you once. Back. Off." You said, through gritted teeth.

One of the men gestured for the other two to step back.

"Oh, Is momma getting-a mad?" The man who made the gesture teased.

The man grabbed your wrist tightly and you tried to fight back against his strong grip, but failed.

"Hey! Leave-a my momma alone!" Italy exclaimed, standing up in his chair.

"Shut up-a little girl. This is-a adult-a business."

"GIRL?!? I'm-a not-a girl!" Italy exclaimed.

"Stop it!" You yelled, attempting to punch the man.

The man scoffed and slapped you hard across the face.

"THAT'S-A IT!!!" Italy yelled before crawling up onto the table and throwing himself at the man, successfully headbutting him in the loin.

"CAZZO!!!" The man let go of your arm and stepped back, falling to his knees.

One of the other men stepped forward and angrily grabbed Italy.

"No!" You exclaimed, trying to reach for Italy, but the other man grabbed you and held your arms behind you.

Italy bit down on the man's arm, causing the man to yelp and drop Italy. Italy then punched the mad in the shin, making him yelp again. You finally got tired of the man holding you, so threw your head back and hit him in the face. He let go, holding his nose.

"L-let's-a get out of here!" The first assailant said.

They got up and started running.

"YEAH! Don't-a mess with-a my momma, you stupid bastards!"

You chuckled at your sons choice in language.

"You sound like your brother."

Italy looked up at you, and started tearing up.

"H-he hit-a you... Does it-a still hurt?" Italy asked.

You smiled and picked him up.

"I'm alright. Because of my brave little son."

"B-but your cheek is still-a super red!" He said, laying a small hand on your cheek, gently.

"I'm alright! Honest!" You said.

Italy sniffed and kissed you cheek gently. You chuckled a bit.

"Nobody messes-a with-a my momma. Nobody."