Oy, just a short little ficlet of how Germania got his braid. (As said in the title. Duh.)
My first fanfic! Hooray! Sorry for any mistakes.
Enjoy.
"Germania's hair is so beautiful." The Roman boy purred, grabbing a handful and running his fingers through the silky strands.
"Don't touch my hair, moron." Germania slapped the boy's hand away.
"Ehh?! I just wanted to play with it.." Rome's bottom lip quivered, and he turned away and began to sulk.
Upon seeing the look upon the young nation's face, Germania let out a sigh.
"Fine."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"You're not going to slap me again, right?"
"No."
"You promise?"
"Yeah, I promise."
"Are you completely sure you won't hit me?"
"Open your mouth one more time and I will tie rocks to your ankles and throw you into the ocean." The Germanian threatened. The Roman nodded vigorously, before selecting a small amount of hair, twisting the locks around each other.
"Wha…"
"Just wait." The Roman commanded, rummaging around in his sack before pulling out a thin strip of leather. He quickly fastened it to the ends of the hair, to assure that whatever he did wouldn't come undone.
"Germania, look!" He seized the blonde's hand and pulled him to the river's bank, where Germania promptly bent over, getting a view of what the Roman had been doing to his precious hair.
"Do you like it? I came up with it myself." The brunette beamed, his chest puffing out in pride.
"It's.. interesting."
"You don't like it."
"I do! Really! It looks nice."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"You promise?"
"Rome, shut up."
"It looks cute, like you." Rome pressed his cheek against Germania's head.
The naïve little Roman returned that day with a broken nose.
Haha yeah, that was so much fail. Sorry for OOCness. R & R please c:.