You can't get rid of me forever, you know…
You're just going to have to stay away for as long as possible then, amigo!
Spain laid on the hill, a tomato in one hand, a turtle in the other. He enjoyed this place, his favourite place to relax and get rid of headaches or hangovers, often taking Romano here with him. Speaking of which, where was Romano? The little Italian often helped get rid of his headache, something he desperately needed to do. Antonio had had a constant headache for days and had no idea what was causing it. Something must be happening in his country. That must be it...
Hearing a commotion, he sat up, looked down and saw someone coming up the hill… It was France and Prussia, covered in tomatoes, dragging Romano with them.
"Toni, ve brought you a present~!"
Forgetting his headache temporarily, Spain asked why they were covered in tomatoes, France replied innocently, "We tried to touch Romano's butt, but he had a basket of tomatoes and well..." Romano wiggled and kicked trying to get out of France and Prussia's hands, but their grip was strong. "Oi! Help me, tomato bastard! Don't just sit there!" France started laughing in his creepy French laugh and Romano kept struggling, yelling profanities at them. Prussia joined in on the laughter, none of them realising that Spain had walked behind them. Spain quickly splatted a tomato on both of the older countries heads, causing them to loosen their grip on Romano who used this opportunity scramble away. Then trip. Damn it all!
The Spaniard laughed as he helped Romano up, only to throw him over his shoulder and ran like a maniac down the hill. On his way down however, he tripped over his two friends who had collapsed in laughter
Romano was sent tumbling down the hill, stopping at the feet of his brother and Germany (who had stopped him with his foot). The older Italian quickly got up on to his feet, cursing angrily in Italian before yelling at the German. "Potato-Bastard, what the hell are you doing hanging around my fratello? The war's over!" Before Germany could explain, Romano (still dizzy from rolling down the hill) threw a punch at the German.
It missed completely and instead hit Italy straight in the face. Romano stood awkwardly trying to process the scene in front of him. "Italy, I told you ve shouldn't hang around your bruder!" What?
Before Romano could ask what his brother was doing here with that German bastard, he was tackled from behind by an overly happy Spaniard. "Spain, you bastard, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Yelled the angry Italian (now on the floor, pinned down by a grinning Spain)
"Shush Romano, it's okay! I'm doing this to stop you from punching more little brothers!" Suddenly, a dart hit Spain in the back of the neck. He passed out and fell down on top of Romano. Someone came running down the hill with a tranquilliser gun. It was Prussia. "KESESESESE, ME UND ROMANO ARE GOING TO MAKE A NEW SHIP!" He swooped down, rolled his Spanish friend off the Italian and grabbed Romano quickly.
Romano thrashed around in the strong Prussian's arms, yelling "NO PRUMANO, ANYTHING BUT THAT!" As if hearing his pleas, a horde of fangirls swamped Prussia, picking up the Italian and the Spaniard (who was woken up by this) and carrying them on a wave back home.
Now it's my turn!
Don't you dare lay a hand on him!
The fangirls began to chant the words "Spamano smut" and immediately Romano began to panic while Spain smiled wickedly. "Romaaaa, we are making more Spanish provinces sí?"
Romano begins to panic so much that he doesn't notice that Spain doesn't look like his usual self. When he feels something tug at his curl, Lovino is brought back to reality, just in time for him to panic for another reason. The pirating Spaniard from his childhood is there, looking absolutely terrifying!
Spain stared at Romano with a huge smirk and grabbed his wrist, the fangirls squealed when they saw this. Almost immediately, they threw them into an open window of Spain's house. Conveniently it was the bed room window, they landed on the bed and Romano screeched because, once again, he was pinned down by Spain, except now it was a much more sexy, pirate version of Spain. "Romano, is your body ready?"
A/N: Hey, this is Lou! Thanks for reading this and I'd just like to tell you how much it means to me that you did! This is the first time I have ever written a fan fiction. Enjoy and if you can tell us how to improve this in any way, please do! R&R, it would mean the world to both me and Anna :)
A/N: If you get the fangirl horde joke or are part of it, have a cookie! *holds out cookies*
