A/N: Alrigjt, since our first story was a totalfail, I deleted it and wrote a new one that's so so so so much better. Here we go! Milan's full description is on the prfile because i know how annoying it is to have to read thru the hole trhing :) enjoy!
~~~Milan versus the World~~~
It was just like every other day in beautiful, sunny Italy. Alicia P. Vargas, the embodiment of Milan, woke up wrappedup in her soft white sheets to the sound of the loud tourists outside her open window.
She wanted to open it and tell them to go back to america or Autria or wherever it was they came from but she knew better than that. taking a quick glance at the hello kitty clock (from Japan's last visit) on her nightstand, Milan figured she'd have just enough time to eat her breakfast of eggs, bread and darjeling tea, play a few tunes on the violin and the piano, and finish up the short merdur mystery she had been writng last night before she went to meet Hungary and go shopping.
Milan had to admit that she got sorta carried away with the piano after playing Pub and GO!, Pechka light my heart, Nihao China, Excuse me I am Sorry, and Nocturne for piano No. 2 in E flat major and found that she had no time to finish her story or play the violin unless she wanted to make Miss Hungary wait which would result in a bop on the head from her frying pan (ouch!).
Milan ran outside and almost got hit by the taxi she was trying to hail (thankfully she was strong enough to stop it with one hand!) and in ten minutes, she and Hungary were hugging and talking about Loveless and Junjou Romantica and other good yaoi anime.
While they were looking at the latest boutique from Paris (France was a total perv, but at least he made cool clothes) Milan noticed two familiar heads of brown hair by the cash register.
"ITALYYY~! ROMANOOO~!" Milan called, excited to see her two best friends. Hungary said she was gonna go look at the victoria's secret next door with a mischievous smile on her face and Milan smiled, knowing that she ment she was going to leave me alone with the Italy bros. That and she was probably getting something for her date with Austria later that evening. Milan lol'd and walked up to Italy and Romano, who were purchasing some very fancy looking striped dress shirts.
"Hello, Alicia~ Veeee~" Italy greeted happily. Romano looked at me and blushed,trying to keep his tough face on.
"Adjust your skirt" he said, embarrassed. Milan looked down and blushed in embarrassment too and pulled on my skirt.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to show you guys that!" Milan said, red as a tomato. Italy just smiled in his carefree way.
"Don't mention it! You're like our little sister so we don't mind! Veeee~" Romano was another stpry. He just kept on staring at the ground and blushing. Milan tapped him on the shoulder and he startld to attention.
"S-sorry! I don't mind either!" he said. Our faces rivaled each other in redness.
"Oh yeah! That's 'cause you're dating big fratello Spain, right?" Italy said, still ever the airhead. Romano sputterd and started choking his brother while Milan blushed at the dirty thoughts of Spain and Romano entering her head until the trio resembled a h2o molecule; two small reds and a big blue airhead.
After they laughed it off, the Italian trio went out for got chocolate, Romano got strawberry, and Milan got vanilla.
When they finished, it was already sunset and Milan briefly thought about how her best friend's date was going. Germnay pulled up in his immaculate black car and Italy smiled, hopping into the passenger seat. Milan smiled, Romano chucked a tomato at Germany, but they were both thinking the same thing: how cute those two were together.
Romano walked down the grassy hill they were sitting on and picked up his red bike. It wasn't motorized, and it was old and almost rusting, but Milan blushed and said yes when he offered to give her a ride home.
Milan sat in the small metal basket in the front, ignoring how the metal pressed into her pale skin, and held her arms out, pretending to fly. Romano who was doing ll the work kept movng his head in order to see, complaining about how Milan's long dark tresses were getting in the way.
When they got to Milan's hous, Romano got of and helped her off, walking her to the door
"Today was great" Milan said, golden brown eyes twinklng dreamily.
"Yeah" Romano said, and suddenly…
…they leaned into a kiss.
It was liek dying peacfully and going to heaven, but it ddn't last.
Suddenly, ROMano pulled away, practically glowing red, muttred a quick "sorry and biking away, swift as the wind.
Milan fell to her knees on her doorstep, watching her friend's retreating back and began to cry.
~~~Milan versus the World~~~
A/N: OMG ROMANO YOU MEANIE! D:
Oh yeah and Austria and Hungary are totally dating in this. Victoria's scret… how flirtatious, Hun-Hun! But I won't get into anything graphic until it's the right time to put that kinda stuf in so dont worry!
Stay tuned for next chapter and R&R!