Um… this is gonna suck. (P.S haven't decided on country or human yet….) Romania's name is Alexandreina Iliesca
Don't touch me (Chapter One)
"Romania!" Italy shouted after me. I finished tying my hair back with a blue ribbon and looked over at him. "What?" I asked him. He kept running towards me at an alarming speed, skidding and almost falling. He righted himself, shockingly, and smiled. "Germany said that we're having a meeting tomorrow!" he told me happily. I groaned, my violet eyes closing. "Another one?" I asked him, irritation dripping from my voice. His smile faded a bit and he said, "Don't you like the meetings?"
Ok, honestly? I hate the meetings. All that happens is a bunch of people arguing and then Germany yells at everyone. "No, Italy. I don't like the meetings," I said softly. He frowned a little at that and said, "Oh well! I have to go now!" He ran off before I could reply. Absently, I brushed a strand of my light brown hair behind my ear. "Hey Hungary," someone said conversationally. I turned around, a bit mad. "Romania. Why are you looking for my sister?" I asked him, taking in his details without realizing it. Silver hair and red eyes, blue military outfit and thigh high boots. He had a sword strapped to his hip and was resting a hand on the hilt, ready to draw it.
"You look a hell of a lot like her, you know," he said, smirking. "Oh shut up. You're Prussia, aren't you? I can tell, mainly because you're an ass," I said, sounding like Austria. "Someone has been around the prissy aristocrat too long," Prussia told me. "Oh. Sorry Mr. I-never-got-an-education. I'll use small words," I told him, purposely being rude. He tilted his head and, rolling his eyes, said, "And now I really know you're not Hungary." My hand floated up above my eyes and, before my brain could tell it not to smack him, hit him straight across the face. For a second, the scene was frozen, as if it was a drawing or a photo. There was a red mark on his cheek and he started to laugh. "Masochist," I muttered.
"That was awesome!" He said happily. Disbelief must have flickered across my face, since he stopped laughing and looked at me. "Violet eyes? You're not related to Russia, are you?" I glared at him, itching to hit him again, and said, "He's my brother. Why?" He flicked a stray strand of my hair and said, "Hungary doesn't have violet eyes." I hit his hand away from my face, muttering, "Do not touch me." Playfully, he said, "Why? Does it excite you?" I closed my eyes, taking a calming breath. "No. I just don't want you to touch me." Pivoting on my heel, I started to walk away. Feeling a slight pressure on my shoulder, I looked back. "Hasn't anyone in that house told you that it's rude to walk away when someone is talking to you?" Prussia's eyes glinted with mischief. "Oh shut up," I said. "According to Hungary, you aren't a person."
He looked up and said, "Well, speak of the devil." Hungary pushed his hand off my shoulder and said, "Don't you listen? I've told you not to touch anyone in my family." Softly, I said, "I don't need any help, Hungary. I'm fine." She ignored me and held up her frying pan. "You still have that piece of crap?" Prussia laughed. She swung it at him and there was a loud CLANG. "Again? That's four times," I told her.
She laughed and said, "Come on. Austria is wondering where you went." I groaned and looked at Prussia. "Is he alright?" I asked. Hungary shrugged, "Don't know and don't care. Let's go." We started to walk back. A short while later, Austria met up with us. He said nothing, just walked with us. I fell a bit behind them, as I normally do. My curiosity got the better of me after a few minutes. "Hungary? Why do you hate Prussia so much?" She looked over her shoulder at me and shrugged. "We just never got along, I suppose," she said at last. I nodded, knowing there was more to the story. I didn't say anything though.
After we got back to the house, I walked up to my room. I sat down on my window. It's got a small sill with pillows and bedding. Grabbing my art pencils and my sketchbook, I tucked my feet under me and started to draw. Quick sketch lines were soon followed by darker, longer marks. I replaced my pencils with charcoal and began to shade. At some level, I realized Austria was watching me draw, but I was too far engrossed in my art.
(Author's note) Soooo? Does it suck as much as I think it does? I bet it does….
