Hetarassic Park-why, because I have no life! That's why, I don't own Hetalia, or Jurassic park (I just didn't want to put it in a crossover category because it's not a proper crossover) sorry in advance for any spelling mistakes.
Romano lounged on his sofa, the phone pressed to his ear, America had called and Romano had no idea what he was saying because he was most likely eating a massive pile of burgers.
Finally Romano had had enough "Bastard! I have no idea what you're saying!" he exclaimed, he heard America gulp from his end of the phone "sorry, dude, I wanted to invite you and Italy over to my place, we're opening this totally badass park thing, dude, we've got, cloned dinosaurs and shit!" Romano rolled his eyes and sank further down in the sofa, some how "dinosaurs and shit" didn't sound appealing, "hell no" he snapped before slamming the phone down, a few seconds later his mobile rang, it was a text, Romano left it, it rang four times more.
Romano was trying desperately to ignore his phone whilst he cooked dinner, Italy would be back from the Potato Bastard's home soon, but his phone was still ringing, suddenly the landline rang, he left it but it went to voice mail so he heard the frantic call "Romano, I know you're there, it's Canada, please, please pick up the phone" Romano placed the tomato he was cutting on the chopping board and picked up the phone "Hi Canada" he muttered
"you have to come to America's dinosaur park!" exclaimed Canada "America has invited everyone, EVERYONE! And you are not leaving me alone with America, not when he has that much attention, for the love of MAPLE SYRUP Romano please!" Romano sat down on an armchair as the Canadian ranted, finally Romano interrupted him "fine"
"please Romano...wait, what?" Canada ghasped
"I said I'd go, ok?" he grumbled, at which point Italy burst through the door with a loud "veeeeeeeeeeee"
"is that Italy?" asked Canada cheerily
"yeah" groaned Romano as Italy burst into the room,
"veeee, Fratello, America invited us to a dinosaur park, he says there is pasta" he grinned happily before seeing the phone in Romano's hand "is that America?"
there was an outraged cry of "I'm CANADAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" before Romano hung up, "yes" he smirked.
Four days later Romano and Italy stepped off of the plane at an american airport, Italy and Romano both looked exceedingly uncomfortable in the practical clothing which they had been ordered to wear and which Germany had subsequently bought around for them having seen what their idea of practical clothing was, both of them carried a large practical rucksack which probably weighed more individually than Italy and Romano combined.
America greeted them at the airport with Canada, some of the other nations were already there, England and France were fighting, Germany was standing perfectly still until Italy tackled him, Prussia and Hungary were fighting and Austria was trying to edge away from the pair of them, Russia was terrifying the baltics, Belarus was trying to get to Russia and Ukraine was trying to hold her back. America gave the Italians a fantastic grin "hey dudes, we're waiting on Japan, Greece, the Nordics, Spain, China, Korea, Hongkong, Seychelles, Switzerland and Leichstenstein." the list was massive, apparently America had press ganged half the world into going to see the dinosaurs.
Romano went to stand next to Canada, it was his fault he was here anyway, suddenly a pair of hands came from behind him and groped his chest "I clai..." the voice was cut short by a sudden thumping noise, Romano turned around to see Korea on the floor and Spain looking fairly pissed off, he looked at Romano and grinned "hi Lovi" fantastic.