I started thinking about this fic awhile back
Ships: FemRomanoxPrussia
GermanyxItaly
I might give hints of other ships but for now these two are the main ones.
It was a dim lit room, they left the main room long ago. Having their own personal party between themselves. The musky scent of cigarettes filled the room and her nostrils. She wouldn't admit out loud that being with the albino man was enjoyable or at least more enjoyable than the boring topics outside. She couldn't care for becoming as great as her grandfather, it was a long abandoned dream. Beer bottles littered the tiny table in front as the man in front of her got wasted. Not that she was any better off. Wine and other beverages filled her that evening.
"Soooo Roma" She tolerated his tone for now, whether it was become she enjoyed his company or the alcohol she didn't know. "How long have you been dying?" He asked a sudden question as he was staring nonchalantly into the dim light bulb above them. That question only brought a scowl, she got over dying a long time ago. But it was blunt and straightforward, not unlike his usual personality.
"Longer than you. But I must be a shitter actor than I thought if people like you caught on" It came out as a complaint and the answer was accompanied by another sip of wine. The long the two had to wait for the meeting to end correlated with their intoxication. They lost track of time but it must have been hours if they were asking each other this.
"Give yourself more credit kid. Not everybody can go through a rebellious wild stage while half dead. Heck, I think you're the first. How does it feel to have the time of your life in the roaring twenties when you were supposed to be dead?" Prussia cocked his head forward with glee. Howling with laughter at his own comment, enjoying his shitty pun about being half dead. Romano clearly was having none of it since she reached forward to light another cigarette. " But hey, don't tell me you've given up already. Didn't you see our two bosses walking in to talk to each other. Talking bout how they're going to make us great again. How they're going to help each other beat back those countries in revenge for the Great War." There was another ripple of laughter that came from Prussia. She even cracked a smile at his jab. "Remember the last big wig who said something like that? Who was he? Oh yeah, Nips from Franny's place. Yeah fuck that guy. Imagine if in twenty years we're going to be saying fuck Hitler." He slammed the bottle down adding it to the empty pile aside.
"With his mustache? I'll be surprised if anybody says they're going to fuck him." Laughter came easy at this time. It was late, and they were bored but intoxicated. She let her mind roam free and didn't think much over things. She assumed Prussia felt the same. Romano assumed that's why topics ranged and changed easily.
"Man. Why weren't you this much as a riot when you were younger? I wouldn't have minded getting a piece of Mediterranean territory myself when you were up for grabs then. But seriously what makes people bring in the guy who always screams they're going to make so and so great again. It's not working. At least not when I need it to. But damn push us back a couple hundreds of years and I would've ate that shit up. Back then they held their words or died trying. Well we did get a couple shitty hands though." Prussia had started to ramble again, it was a tendency all nations held. Romano took another swing of wine, abandoning the glass and going for the bottle. For a second she zoned out and just stared at him, not paying attention to a thing he said. "But hell, the rush we got when a guy held his words. Damn, it was amazing. They-"
"Die afterwards" She cut him off putting his long winded tangent to an end. Smirking as she did it.
"Wow kid. I just realized you're still a downer. With all your talk about saddest, and dying, I wonder how you haven't kicked the bucket. Tell me kid, how long have you been holding on? Since 1861?" Prussia took slight offense to her taking off his rose tinted shades. His comment was snide and like an arrow. Shooting straight, and not dancing around or being subtle.
"Yeah, that makes me you're senior in pushing daisies. So don't call me kid." She leaned across the table whispering it in his ear. They both knew the real reason for going into this room alone. She was just the first one to reach for it. He too leaned forward, tugging through her hair as he combed through it, by now she was on top of him.
"I was beginning to think you misunderstood me. With all this friendly talk and not a single nod to wanting anything." He pressed her body close and spoke between fierce kisses.
"I was beginning to feel the same." Her mind wandered to whether or not they locked the door, but his touching made her ignore that thought. "Tell me if you're as good as you bragged since the 1700s." She joked as she removed her top. The years had been kind to her, her breast has fully matured and her face along with it. Her limbs were no longer lanky, but elegant and graceful.
"Will do, honey"
Thus began their odd relationship.
Please please please review my fic. I'll accept constructive criticism compliments or anything. Giving reviews also tends to inspire me more. Also I hope that if some how you've read my fix from before that you can comment about how I've changed with my writing styles.