(A/N: Man, I haven't posted anything in so long! Sorry about that, guys! D: For those of you following Growing Pains, just figured I'd let you know I decided to keep it as a one-shot, I thought it might be most powerful that way. (: Anyway, play practice and school- which includes writing a literary analysis of Magnus Chase and the Sword of Summer, has made me quite busy of late but tonight I decided to write some more! (: Enjoy- Marie (:
Spain's POV
So what do three best friends do when they're bored and it's spring break? Go on a road trip of course! Prussia, France and I, were going to leave early tomorrow on a flight to New York City (part of America's place), and drive from there to Orlando. (Still at America's place, lucky guy.)
I stretched happily as I flopped down on my bed after finishing my packing. I had the works- a tiny tube of travel toothpaste, a toothbrush with a cap, all my clothes, and some spending money for gift shops. And I'd have a blessed week of from Romano! Don't get me wrong, I love the kid, but there are times when his smart mouth and attitude really get on my nerves. But he'd be staying with Italy, so that problem was taken care of. Just the week I've been needing- no work, no worries! The only bad thing was that I had to set my alarm to wake up on time for the flight tomorrow.
"I can't believe you're leaving me with Italy, b*****d," Romano griped as I put a small bag (airplane personal item) on the floor by my suitcase. Ah, Romano, ever a ray of sunshine in a bleak world.
"But Roma, he's your little brother and you love him," I point out, getting out some shaving cream and a razor, wanting to look nice for all the stewardesses I'll probably meet tomorrow.
"Yeah, but won't that Potato B*****d be there?" Romano complained, standing beside my reflection in the mirror to keep my attention while I shaved.
"Germany's got his own place, it's usually Italy who goes to his," I observed, finishing up my shaving job and rinsing off my face with a wet cloth. I shave really often, so I don't have to do a lot of work. I applied some aftershave and left the bathroom, Romano following me like a puppy- he'd probably be a Chihuahua, one of those ankle-biting ones.
"Okay, okay… I just can't believe you're leaving me alone for a whole week, jerk!"
I laugh as I set my phone alarm and lay down contentedly in bed. "Romano, you're not a little kid anymore, amigo, you can handle a week without me. Have fun with Italy doing… whatever Italians do in little clusters."
"Little clusters?" Romano snorted. "You're making it sound like mio fratello and I are teenage girls going to the bathroom together to take selfies!"
I laughed at this. "Goodnight, Romano."
"Goodnight, B******d," he said affectionately, closing the door and heading to his own room. I smile; I've taken care of him since he was a little kid, and trust me, he's a lot more bark than bite. I do miss when he was young and cute, though. Ay caramba, how the time flies!
Oh well, tomorrow starts a grand adventure, I remind myself positively as I curl up in bed. What could possibly go wrong on a road trip?
Well, of course, lots of things, when it's this bunch! Follow On the Road Again to see what happens next!