The meeting was more boring than usual. The nations had had a quiet week and had very little to talk about, the summer air blew through the open windows and everyone's eyelids were heavy. Romano sat between Spain and Veneziano, both were asleep. Only a couple of the more serious countries were still awake and Romano found himself intrigued. He wondered what they did when all the others were asleep, usually including himself. Germany looked around the room and Romano closed his eyes and snored softly, after a few seconds he opened his eyes. Germany and the others had gone.
Romano got up as quietly as he could and sneaked out of the room, when he left he found Austria demanding a piggy back, which he received by a begrudging Switzerland. Romano ran like a ninja and hid in the boot of England's car outside the hotel. He counted the countries. England, Austria, Switzerland, Germany, Japan, Egypt. Six. There were only 5 seats. He flattened himself when he heard them coming. "Who's going in the boot this time?" It was England's voice. "I think it's my turn." Romano wrinkled his nose, it was Germany. The boot was opened and Romano held his breath, a large foot pressed down on Romano's back and he could've sworn his spine cracked. When Germany had somehow squished himself in, Romano couldn't suppress a squeak of pain. Germany shut the boot and rolled a bit to find the source of the noise. Romano's face peeped out from underneath his muscles. "What are you doing here? I thought you were asleep." Germany rolled more, pushing Romano next to him. "Long story, where are we going?" Romano was being crushed against the back seats where Japan was looking over with a blank expression. "We're going to a gay bar." He responded. At that moment Austria turned on the radio to England's distress. Romano tried to ignore the lyrics to the song, it couldn't be happening. I'M WANNA TAKE YA TO A GAY BAR. Germany took off his shirt and Romano stuttered at him, gaping. "It's warm in here, see." Germany reasoned before reaching his arm around Romano lazily and falling asleep. Romano was stunned, all this time he'd assumed they'd carry on with the meeting. He turned around as best he could with Germany's huge arm on his shoulder. "Any chance we could go back?" He asked hopefully. Egypt glared at him, "You not gay?" He asked viciously. Romano blanched, he shook his head slowly though his mind screamed for him to just tell the truth. "You're lying," Austria butted in over the music, "every nation's gay."
The club was almost pitch black, Romano found himself clinging to Germany, claiming to not want to miss the ride back. "You know, if you're going to cling to me like that, we had might as well dance." Germany whispered into Romano's ear over the loud dubstep music. Within 5 minutes they were grinding against eachother with large smiles. England called over Austria with a small kiss, pointing at Germany, who was stroking Romano's face tenderly.
When they got back to the meeting, they were pleased to find everything as it was when they left, they returned to their seats with a few giggles and winks and woke up the nations around them. "See you all next week." Germany declared with a wink toward Romano.
Sorry.