Hey, here I am again…this story is the product of a bored me and a video of a naked Germany dancing to Romano's tomato song…It probably sucks but I want to post something soo… I don't own Hetalia , if I did Germany and Italy would be married and PruCan would be cannon…however, it belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya. Also, I apologize for grammar/ spelling mistakes since english isn't my first language

Holidays suck

„ Hey you bastard why do I have to come with you to that fucking meeting? I thought my brother's the one to visit that kind of crap…" At this point, Spain had noticed that it really was a pain in the ass to be together with Romano in a car for longer than 1 hour. He'd thought it would be good for Romano to go out and make a few more friends. That alone was an almost impossible task. It had all started with an invitation to one of the G8 meetings in Germany. Spain didn't know who had the glorious idea to detain the meeting at some hotel deep in the Alps, but he thought it actually was a good idea to take a break from daily routine and spend some days relaxing. Though right now, he had a feeling it wouldn't be relaxing at all. He tried to keep a cheery tone in his voice

"Romano, it won't take long until we arrive, could you please stop complaining so that I can concentrate on the traffic…"

" Shut up, asshole. We've been sitting in this motherfucking car for almost 3 hours now. You have obviously no idea where we are and in which direction you have to drive."

" I already told you that it's really difficult to drive when there's so much snow. I promise we will arrive in about 15 minutes."

" I'll destroy you if I have to sit in this fucking car for longer than 15 minutes you tomato bastard."

After 10 minutes, Spain noticed a silhouette of a house through the heavy snowfall. He drove a little bit faster so that Romano wouldn't tick out and try to 'destroy' him.

" Hey Romano did you see that. I told you we would arrive in 15 minutes" he said cheerily, only to notice that Romano was sound asleep on the seat next to him. He smiled, Romano still was a small, childish person, even if he always tried to deny it. When they arrived at the hotel, Spain wasn't sure if that was actually the wrong hotel; the building was huge and modern, it didn't really fit in the mountains and the snow.

"…Oh shit…."

" Oh, so you're awake Romano? Look, the hotel's really biiig and…"

" I noticed that, asshole. How much did you fucking pay for two rooms in a hotel like that?"

That's a good question…

" Aaah…well… you know it's…"

Suddenly there was a loud bang, as they turned they were greeted by France, who was gracefully walking towards them, England, who was glaring at France ,and Italy and Germany, who were having problems with the hotels huge door. France pointed to the door, telling them to come inside. Spain picked up the luggage and walked to the door. The weather in the mountains was really bad so that Spain had a hard time carrying his and Romanos bags, walking through the snow and not getting blown away by the harsh wind. The inside of the hotel was just like the outside, the hall was huge. In the middle of the hall stood France and England. " Spain, so you've come as well and oh, Romano came to. What a nice surprise." France began babbling something about how erotic snow was and England quickly shoved him aside. " It's nice you also made it here Spain, you can leave your luggage in room 13. We will meet in 5 minutes in conference room 2, alright? The meeting probably won't take too long, we only have to discuss a few things." With that England left, France flashed Spain a smile and hurried after England. Spain turned to Romano and smiled at him " Do you want to join the meeting or search for our room alone, Lovi? I don't think I can go to our room before the meeting." Romano glared at him and turned " Like I go with you to some fucking meeting" he said and stormed off to the elevator. Spain sighed and searched for the conference room.

-2 hours later-

Spain had stopped listening to America talking about his 'huge black box of doom' ,whatever that was, 1 hour ago. He just wanted to go to his room, change his clothes, take a bath, eat some tomatoes, chat with Romano, watch some TV, explore the hotel, take a nap, read the newspaper…he wanted to do anything but sit there and listening to America. As he looked around, he noticed England was missing. Lucky guy, managed to get out of here without America noticing… With a sudden burst of courage, he stood up, looked straight in Americas eyes…" Sorry America, but I still have to….pick some tomatoes with Romano, you know. I'll be leaving, then" With that, he stormed out of the conference hall.

Spain was extremely proud of himself as he walked through the corridor to his room. He knocked at the door of room 13 and suddenly, there was a loud crash, seconds later the door opened to reveal a smiling Romano with closed eyes and pasta in his hair. "….Spain nichaan~ I was already wondering where you were… look ,look I made pasta for yoouu" Spain blinked as Romano skipped back into the room, which was filled with pasta and tomatoes.

I probably won't continue this story ( like I said, I just posted this for fun). If you want me to continue, you can tell me in the previews ^^