yeah, im strtin a third story! hopefully it wont be that long, i only want it to be at most 5 chapters, but only time will tell. anyway,s enjoy.
Romano hated coming to these stupid world meetings; they were loud, and all everyone did was argue. Why the fuck do we have these anyways? Why the fuck did I even come? Then he remembered, his brother, Italy, had begged him to come to 'keep him company'. Bullshit, Romano glanced at his brother who was practically sitting on Germany's lap. Damn potato bastard. He sighed and looked for the one person who always made him feel better (though he would never admit that).
He found Spain in a deep conversation with France and Prussia. Of course he would ignore me, everyone else does. Romano sighed and started looking around when a strange curl caught his eye. He followed the curl to see a soft round, slightly pale face with huge purple eyes. Isn't that the hamburger bastard's brother… Canada. He looked troubled, but otherwise seemed fine. He was sitting next to America, being completely overlooked by his brother and England who were practically going at each other's throats. Christ, it's obvious they want each other; even I can see that. Suddenly, Canada stood up and ran out of the room. What the hell was that about? He looked around to see if anyone had noticed; no one had. He got up and headed for the door.
"Ve~ fratello, where are you going?" Italy asked. At the sound of his brother's voice, Romano felt the familiar wave of resentment wash through him.
"Take a piss. Is that a problem?" he asked harshly, he instantly felt guilty. Italy flinched back a little, but smiled, "Okay, just don't get lost!" Romano left the minute the sentence was out of his mouth. Damnit! Why do I always do this? Of course, Romano knew why he did this; it was because he was jealous. Jealous of Italy, or atleast, how Italy was. Italy had always been better than him at everything, whether it was cooking, painting, or just doing plain chores, Romano was hardly useful. Who needed him when they had his perfect brother? Sure, he loved Italy, but sometimes he wondered why he was even created. I am just the lower half anyways.
One of the perks of having the damn meetings in his country is that he could just walk home and not have to deal with the idiots in the meeting; they only needed one Italy, after all. He sighed and went out into the garden that was just outside the building. If he had to admit one thing about his country, it's that it had beautiful gardens. It had rained the night before and a beautiful dew had settled on the flowers, making it look like diamonds grew on the flowers. Romano took a couple of steps only to be tripped by something large.
"What the fuck?!" he looked back to see a mid-sized dirty polar bear lying on the ground, sleeping. Doesn't that Canada country carry this around? Romano got up and grabbed the polar bear.
"Kumajiro!" a soft voice whispered behind Romano. He could barely hear it, but he turned around anyways to see the Canadian nation running up to him. He stopped and breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath.
"You're that hamburger bastard's brother, Canada right?" Canada looked up, surprised. Romano shifted a little under his gaze.
"What?!"
Canada smiled, "No one's ever remembered my name, except now that is. Thank you." Romano blushed a little when he saw the sincere look in Canada's purple eyes.
"Whatever, here's your bear." He shoved the sleeping animal into Canada's arms and turned around to head back.
Thank you again Romano!" Canada called. Romano stopped and looked back. Then he noticed how dirty Canada's suit was.
"You should go home and go to your hotel and get cleaned up." He said. Canada looked down at himself, embarrassed.
"I fell a couple times looking for Kumajiro," he looked up, "You look no better." Canada commented. Now it was Romano's turn to look down and feel embarrassed.
"Damnit, it's your stupid bears fault! I tripped over him when I came out here." Romano complained. Canada looked down.
"I-I'm sorry. I-if you want, I-'ll t-take care of the dry cleaning bill for y-you." Romano's anger quickly melted when he saw the heartbroken expression on Canada's face.
He sighed, "Come, my house isn't that far, we can get cleaned up there." Canada looked up at him and smiled shyly.
"Okay, thank you again Romano."
"Romano scoffed, "Whatever, you're still taking care of the bill though."
Canada nodded, "Alright."
Once they got to the house, Romano went straight to his room and came back with some clothing.
"Here, this should fit you, there's a bathroom down the hall and towels in the closet, you can shower if you like."
Canada nodded, "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble Romano."
"It's fine, just go get cleaned up already." Canada nodded again and left. Romano took the chance to take his a shower in the bathroom connected to his room. Being a nation (or atleast the lower half of a nation) had its perks, one being having multiple bathrooms. He got out of the shower and put on some worn out jeans and a simple green t-shirt. His stomach growled. Wonder if there's any leftover pasta. He walked into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Yes, he grabbed the covered pot and put it on the stove. Just the he heard the pitter pater of feet approaching the kitchen. He turned around to find Canada bare foot with still soaking hair standing by the entrance of the kitchen.
"Thank you, again, for letting my use your shower and lending me some clothes."
Romano rolled his eyes, "Is that all you know how to say? 'Thank you'?" Canada flushed.
"Sorry, I haven't really talked to people in a long time." Romano was about to say something when he heard a stomach growl. He stared at Canada who seemed to be getting even redder by the minute. He looks like a tomato. Gah, I'm starting to sound like that stupid tomato bastard!
"You hungry?" he asked the blushing blond.
"O-oh n-no I-I don't want to i-impose anymore than I a-already a-"
"Sit." Romano ordered and Canada listened like an obedient dog. He watched as Romano spooned pasta into two bowls.
"Go ahead." Canada cautiously took a bite and chewed.
He smiled, "This is delicious."
Romano blushed a little, "Grazie." He mumbled around a fork full of pasta.
"Did you make this?" Canada asked.
"Y-yes."
Canada smiled wider, "This is delicious."
Romano shook his head, "It's nowhere as good as mio fratello's."
Canada shrugged, but continued to smile, "It's better than America's food, that's for sure."
Romano laughed a little, "I think everything tastes better than that stupid hamburger bastard's food."
Canada laughed as well, "Yeah, right. Hey, maybe I can make you pancakes to repay you for letting me try your pasta?"
Romano shrugged, "Sure, just don't forget to pay my dry cleaning bill."
"Great." Canada said. They sent the remainder of their meal just talking about food and the other nation's personalities. I've never been this relaxed before, not even with Spain, Romano thought, surprised.
i think i nailed Canada, but Romano might be a little ooc :/
anyways, please review and if you'd like give me some suggestions. thank you!
Till next time~
