Tomato Roomies
A/N Yaya my first spamano fic! Ik this first chapter is really short, but it's because I have ideas for the next chapters that I need to lead into, and wanted to leave this like a cliffhanger anyways D I'm rating it T because of Romano's language and some contents of the story. Please comment and review! Tell me what you think ;)~
Romano sighed as zipped up the sides of his medium sized suitcase. He and all the other countries with the exception of Switzerland, Liechtenstein, and Monaco, were being sent to the Island of Seychelles where they would all stay in the same hotel for a few weeks and learn to work well with each other. This whole stupid project was organized by their bosses, who apparently felt that it was important that the countries be in good relations with each other after the whole alien taking over the world incident happened (the Paint It White Movie). Switzerland wasn't going because his boss (like him) didn't want to fall into a position where neutrality wasn't an option, and no way was Switzerland gonna let little Liechtenstein be there without him. Monaco wasn't going simply because she didn't want to. Unfortunately for Romano though, he didn't have a choice. He couldn't stand the idea of even staying in the same room for 5 minutes with some of those bastards! Talk about the pervert France, or the loud annoying American guy. He had no idea how he was gonna get through this... His thoughts were cut short when he heard someone calling him.
"Fratello! C'mmon we're gonna be laaate! Germany is coming to pick us up and I don't wanna keep him waiting."
"I will not fucking hurry up for anyone!" Romano snapped back, and less for the potato bastard!"
"Romano don't be mean," Italy pouted. Before he could say more the door bell was rung. "He's here!" Italy chirped as he dashed to the door. Romano just grumbled and cursed while he lugged his suitcases down the stairs.
Germany and Italy were already in the car by the time Romano got there. They were probably making out or something while I came he thought disgustedly as he got in the backseat and noisily slammed the door. "Well-what are you waiting for? DRIVE!" Romano yelled as Germany sighed annoyed.
"Good morning to you too Romano." He said dryly. Romano only glared and they were off.
The whole car ride was Romano frowning out the window while Italy happily chattered on to Germany about literally everything. Germany just drove in silence, obviously blushing a little and saying the occasional "uh-hu" or "hmm".
They went through the airport security rather quickly, and before they knew it they were on the plane
Romano's POV
Thank god my seat was far away from my brother and potato bastard... I thought with relief. If it's not being cramped in a German car with a creep and my brother, i'm stuck in a shitty plane with all these idio- DAMN. Was all I could think as one hot brunette woman took the seat next to me. She had a perfect curvy body and big boobs accompanied by a beautiful face. My scowl quickly changed to a charming smile as I introduced myself to the lady.
"Hello, I'm Romano, and you are?" The girl giggled and looked up to me with big green eyes. They were pretty yes, and they reminded me of someone...there was something about them that was missing though, I couldn't put my finger on it at the moment so I ignored my thoughts and went back to our conversation.
"I'm Rebecca," she said cheerfully. She reminded me so much of someone I knew...
The flight attendant was soon heard through the speaker asking everyone to please fasten their seat belts and announcing that the plane would soon take off. The flight attendant then started talking about the safety flight procedures but I wasn't listening. Still trying figure out who that girl Rebecca reminded me of I almost gave up until I heard a very familiar voice a few seats behind me speaking in what sounded like Spanish... Then to my horror, I realized that the person that Rebecca reminded me so much of was Spain! Spain. Spain? Why the hell would this hot girl remind me of Spain? Something must of been really wrong with my head today... The rest of the plane ride was spent flirting with Rebecca, watching movies and taking naps. I did everything I could think of to stop thinking about the Spaniard, but no matter what I did the thought of him kept nagging at the back of my head. This is not right. I thought to myself, surely it was just being in the same car for too long with the potato, right? I mean, why I would I keep thinking of Spain? It's not not like I think about him all the time... But deep down inside, I knew that as much as I detested it, and though I would never openly admit it, I did think about Spain. A lot.
After long grueling hours at the airport and arguing with security for my missing luggage (which was thankfully found), all I wanted to do was find my damn room and go get drunk at the bar so that I wouldn't have to deal with this complicated annoying feelings who were now even stronger thanks to the tomato bastard. My brother and the potato offered to drive me to the hotel but I refused to ride in a car with potato twice in a day (I mean one was bad enough), so I called for a private cab instead. By the time I reached the hotel it was only seven o'clock. I walked up to the front desk and was surprised to find England and America with tuxes and name tags. "I'm here to check into this fucking hotel."
"Hello-" England was shortly cut off by America who said,
"Heyo bro! Wassup?"
"America!" England hissed and rubbed his temples, "here are your keys South Italy, we hope that you enjoy your stay and please remember that the meeting starts tomorrow at 6 a.m. sharp."
"uh, yeah whatever." I grumbled as I was handed the keys to my room.
"Wait!" America yelled. I turned around angrily to see that he had a mischievous smile on his face.
"What?" I said rudely.
"I totally forgot to tell you who your roommate is!"
"Roommate?-What!" I lashed out.
"Woah calm down dude, and yeah didn't you hear that we were getting roommates? It's so that the hotel as room for guests that aren't countries ya know? Anyway, your roommate is-" But before he could finish I heard the unmistakable voice of the one person that I was loathing to see the most.
"Rooommaa!" Someone behind me cooed before pulling me into a tight hug.
Fuck.
The next chapter will be out soon I promise! I also forgot to mention that I'm planning to make a UsUk version of this, so it will focus on their story. I got the idea from George Devalier's "Besame Mucho" spamano fic that has a Gertaly version too, it's called "Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart"
