Aiyah, this took me longer to get out than expected. Alas, no more wait, my Romano story is here! As promised, at the end of this 7-8 chapter story there will be a special treat ;)

Hetalia, or any country, does not belong to me.

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You flung your luggage on one of the beds. The World Summit was in Belgium this year. You wouldn't have felt any different about the event, except as you boarded the train en route, something was off. The whole trip was pointing to disaster in its midst. On your plane ride, there was a glitch where the oxygen masks randomly fell, causing all of the passengers to go into panic. Then you almost got run over as you were crossing over to the to the hotel. Narrowly missing the dirty puddle, you were extra vigilant as you checked into your room.

And finally there was the fact that you'd be sharing your room with another nation. An unknown nation. By the looks of it, they hadn't arrived yet. You started to unpack. Belgium would surely pair you with Hungary. The host country didn't hold a grudge against you. Well, there was that time with the hedge trimmers…

The ding of the elevator sounded down the hall, followed by muffled talking. You strained your ears, it sounded like a male and a female. Maybe Hungary had Austria along as an escort. You pretended to occupy yourself with unpacking. When she walked in the room, you'd hug each other, bid a polite farewell to Austria, then stay up late, gossiping about the various countries. You smiled. As long as she was here, your uneasiness would dissolve. You just needed a friend.

The voices got closer. You heard something click, then the door slam next to your room. You slumped. That might've not been Hungary…and if it was, there was still Ukraine or Liechtenstein…

You pulled your personal bag out and trudged to the bathroom. At least the hotel was nice. Spacious bathroom with a good sized shower and tub combo. Oh, and look! There were little Belgian chocolates on the counter! You glanced from side to side. Hmm, your partner wasn't here yet, so they wouldn't notice if…

The slamming of the door made you jump.

"Go away, Veneziano!"

"Ve~ I just want to see who your roommate is!"

Romano? There was no way he could be your roommate, he must have the wrong room number…

You vaguely remembered your underwear being displayed on the bed and ran out of the bathroom. Sure enough, the dark haired Italian was standing in the doorway, shoving his lighter brother's head out.

"Go to your own room! Don't you have Japan or someone to meet up with?"

Italy's rarely opened eyes widened.

"(name)?" he said.

Romano spun around. You sheepishly smiled.

"Hello."

"You and Roma are roommates? Ve, that's not fair!"

"Umm…"

You shifted to block the view of your bed.

"You must have the wrong room number. Is it 213?"

"Dammit, yes!"

Romano rubbed a hand over his face. You looked around nervously.

"Er, there has to be some mistake. I'll call Belgium."

So you did.

"Nope. No mistake," she retorted, distracted.

"Oh, is that so?"

You aimed a false smile to the brothers, then ducked into the restroom.

"What the hell were you thinking? Putting me to room with him?"

"I don't see the problem. You two seem compatible enough. After all, you use the same vocabulary."

There was teasing in her tone. You scowled.

"Isn't there a rule to put together a male and female roommate?"

She laughed flatly.

"You think the only people checking into hotels are single and of the same gender?"

There was an uncomfortable silence as you sulked. Absurd as it seemed, you knew you weren't convincing her out of this pairing.

"You'll be fine," she assured. "I can't think of anyone better to be with little Romano. Besides, I had way too many requests for you."

"I-augh-"

The phone clicked on the other end. You took a deep breath and strode out of the bathroom. Still okay, it's still okay. This will be like any other world summit.

When you viewed the room, you came to the conclusion it would not be okay. There was absolutely no privacy between the two beds, nor anywhere in the room. It was all open-spaced. You would have to work out a schedule for the bathroom. Romano looked like one of those "well-kept" men…with his two black designer suitcases…taking up all the room in the closet...

"What happened?" Italy asked, snapping you out of your mental rant.

"Um, well,"

Your eyes flitted to Romano, who was angrily looking to the side. Argh, he had to not skip this one meeting. Perfect. Everything was falling in place for you. Just perfect.

"Belgium can't switch us around, it sounds like the hotel is pretty packed. I'm guessing some other nations had to accommodate each other."

Your eyes wandered around again. There wasn't any wall or divider curtains!

"So?" Romano snapped.

"So, we're stuck together," you said back calmly.

"Ve, maybe you could room with Japan and me, fratello?"

"I'm not sleeping on the freaking floor."

"What about Spain? He'd give up his bed for you."

"I'm fine with Romano staying here, if he is," you lied.

Italy's eyebrows shot up.

"Ve, really? Anytime Roma's been alone with a lady-"

"Shut up!" Romano yelled, blushing.

"As long as he's not smuggling dead bodies in his suitcase, it'll work out."

They stared at you.

"Um, that was a joke."

Italy hopped up.

"Well, Japan's probably wondering where I am. Have a good time you two! Don't be too rough with (name), Roma! Ci-"

His smiling face was cut off by Romano slamming the door. You grasped your arm nervously. You were starting to get a bit scared.

"They certainly have nice pillows…"

He spun around, his brows furrowed. You resisted flinching. His expression softened a smidge. The moment of calmness was quickly replaced by him storming over to his bed. You threw yourself on yours, hiding your underthings.

"Dammit, you're really not bothered by this?"

"Why would I be bothered?" you kidded.

He sent you a nasty glare.

"Okay, okay, too early, but you don't have to worry. I'll try my best to be accommodating."

You had no idea why you were being so nice, you felt about as ticked off as him. The only sound was the slight hum of the air conditioner.

"I never said I was worried."

He turned his back to you, checking his suitcase.

"Then you don't have to worry about being worried."

You sprawled out on the bed, fishing some of the Belgian chocolate out of your pocket. Hopefully this delicious treat would last you this whole week of the maddening World Summit. As long as it did, you weren't going to go over to Belgium's house and plant a bomb in it.

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Oh you, rooming with a Italian guy will not be as bad as you think. More of an introduction chapter, but there is more to come! Keep reading!