Title: Bunnies and Chainsaw Massacres
Rating: K maybe K+
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Romerica (RomanoxAmerica)
AN: This was a request by yuka-has-your-cookies-O.o
They were like bunnies and chainsaw massacres. One adjusting his glasses with a twitching nose while across the Atlantic the other slashed people down with harsh criticism. One hopping around with bounds of energy while the other sat in the darkened corner waiting for a use. One having a fluffy, inviting nature while the other had a hard, impenetrable coating.
The world couldn't fathom how these two polar opposites could manage an afternoon together without causing a riot, so they stopped trying. They stopped noticing the small caresses the Italian secretly gave the American when he thought no one was looking. They ignored the sparkle in the blonde's eyes when his partner indirectly complimented his actions. Behind a wall watching the two interact, they now soaked these small subconscious events as common logic. As long as it didn't affect them, who cares what the hot-headed Italian and hero-complexic American did. Besides, the world just assumed it was some whirlwind romance of lust teetering on the edge of collapse once one partner found someone better.
Yet, when the two laid down on the couch, America occasionally stealing a sip of Italian soda from the surprised Romano, quoting The Godfather lines with perfected synchrony, the chainsaw powered down long enough for the bunny see it's beautiful, shining chrome. And the chainsaw noticed how quiet and intelligent bunnies can truly be.
