My first spamano, sorry if it not is so good
And sorry for my bad English XD
Romanos POV
Another world meeting was about to begin and almost everyone was there, well except the ones that never was on time.
The nazi-potato tried his best to take control of the meeting, but no one really wanted to listen. It was the third day of the second world meeting that month and no solution was set. As on all other meetings the past years it was the economy that was the problem.
For once though Greece was listening, probably because his own economy was…well he had no money, no money at all. It had been one of the top topics, Greece was a part of EU and when one EU nation had problems it affected all EU nations. Since it was a lot talking about EU and that shit, the nations who not was a part of the European Union was quite bored by now.
For example America.
"Please England you really should follow to McDonalds later" It seemed like America was trying to ask England out, well good luck hamburger-freak.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Nazi-potatos shout actually worked. "We need to find a solution now"
For a few minutes it seemed like he had succeed, most people looked at him and waited for him to continue, and then Italy spoke up.
"Ve Germany, but its lunch now"
Good job fratello, good job. Not that I care, the meetings was just a waste of time, seriously when will they relize we never manage to come up with solutions on world meetings.
Everyone had heard Italys voice and everyone immediately walked out from the meeting room to find a place where they could eat. We never ate at the same place all of us, it would only end in a war.
The Nordics to some place, the Asians to another, scarf-creep and his family and the Baltics to utterly another, and so on.
I supposed I would go with brother to some place where the sold pasta, that's how we always did.
"Fratello is it ok if I go with Germany ve?" Italy suddenly stood behind me.
The nazi-potato? And probably the nazi-potatos brother? They better not fucking touch my brother.
"Go where the hell you want, I don't care"
"But Fratello, won´t you be lonely eating alone?" Italy asked and looked worried "Ve~ I know, you can eat with us!"
"No fucking chance I ever will eat with those potato-nazis!" I walked away from Italy-stupido.
Now I surely made him sad, well whatever it´s his own damn fault.
While I was walking down the streets of Copenhagen where the meeting happened to be this time my phone started calling.
"Yah, Lovino Vargas" I answered.
"Listen Lovino this is serious business"
It had to be my boss, well that's fucking awesome, not. He talked around about some shitty stuff the mafia had been in trouble with. I didn't even care to listen. Until I relized he had asked a question.
"What, I can´t fucking hear what you are saying" I said.
He sighed and asked again;
"can nations disappear into other nations?"
What the fuck was that for a question?
"Yes they can, in war or if it's a smaller country in a bigger and no one knows about the smaller, or some crappy shit like that"
"Yeah, I must warn you…check on the internet, ask people, check maps, there is no Romano and Italy, no and , its only Italy."
What. The. Fuck?
I hang up the fucking phone. That was just bullshit, we were brothers, twins! I stood as frozen a moment. Twins right, two in one country…that was not how it was supposed to be…
Damn! Fuck that shit!
Of course it was fucking true, I already knew I was the unnecessary half, this wasn't so damn surprising… Well, I suppose I would just be even more unnecessary and… right, that's what that fucker said, nations disappear into others. I would die, disappear, like Rome did.
Hah! Killed by my own brother, that's just so fucking pathetic he can´t even do a thing on his own.
I wasn't so surprised, I had been thinking about it before. Not thinking about it like it would fucking happen though.
I sat down on the first restaurant I could find and ordered some pasta, none of the other was there, good I didn´t want company.
"Roma~ I´ve looked for you"
Damn, I knew that voice. I pretended I didn't hear him, maybe he´ll go away and leave me al…oh fuck that bastard.
Spain sat down in front of me. I didn't fucking ask him to come here!
"Can I sit here?" He asked.
"No, it´s my fucking table, tomato-bastard go away" For once, please, let him do as I say I want to be alone.
But no, of course that bastard just sat there.
"Thank you Roma, hey where´s Ita-chan?"
What the hell! I said he should leave! Didn't he hear me?
"Italy is eating potatoes with the nazis" I looked straight down in my food, of course that bastard would ask about fratello, everyone cared more about fratello. Hadn´t my own fucking boss just told me that.
He just nodded and creep-stared at me while I hurried to eat up my pasta. I´m a goddamn genius when it comes to pasta so it didn't take me long to finish and quickly get up and hurry away, leaving that bastard alone.
"Roma what´s wrong?"
Damn that guy, don't he understand that when you tell someone to go, they fucking go and they definitely not follows after when you leave them.
Oh its nothing wrong tomato-bastard, I just found out I will fucking disappear soon because there obviously is no place for Romano when you have Italy
"You are what´s wrong! Leave me alone" I gave him the best death-glare I could, trying to look like that creep…oh what´s his damn name, Sweden.
"But Ro-oma wait"
Of course I didn't wait. I almost ran back to the meeting room and sat down on my place. Almost no one was there.
"wh-what are you doing back so fast?" a little blond boy stared at me. It looked like he scribbled on the whiteboard.
Oh for fucks sake, how did this micronation manage to sneak in the meeting room everytime. And how the hell could that little thing even exist? He wasn't even nation he was basically just a part of England.
"None of your business, get the hell out of here Mini-England" …Looks like he don't like that nickname.
"I´m SEALAND!"
Well, he looks like England, at least it made him walk out.
Now he was mad at me too, and I couldn't care less.
But where did the tomato-bastard go?
I got the answer on that when the meeting was about to start again, he came with Italy and the nazi-brothers…well, fuck him.
Nazi-potato Germany tried to go back to where we had been right before fratello destroyed it by saying it was lunch. But he failed, everyone was still talking about whatever-they-had-been-talking-about-during-lunch.
I saw Spain sitting next to Italy and the Nazis, seems like he joined there new group to. I laid my forehead don the table and actually fell asleep, it was however siesta time.
Later after when I and Fratello was back home and he was doing the dishes after our dinner, tomato-bastard showed up.
"Hey Roma, can I talk to you?"
I wanted to say no, but something in his voice sounded really serious.
"Fine bastard" I looked at him and waited.
He checked so fratello was out of hear and then sat down next to me. It surely seemed serious.
"what the fuck is it?" I glared at him…what if he had found out…?
"Roma, what is wrong?" He didn't really look like his normal himself, he looked seriously worried.
At least he didn't know, the last thing I would want is a worried tomato-bastard that would tell every fucking person in the world. That moment I decided to not tell anyone, they wouldn't miss me anyways, not when they have my perfect twin.
"It´s nothing you bastard leave me alone, I´m watching TV" I used my most bored voice.
"Roma…you don't seem ok, you are very pale and you didn't even eat all you pasta at that restaurant"
Didn't I? ...maybe I didn't I just wanted to get away. Damn that was waste of pasta. And of course I was pale! I was slowly disappearing.
"Are you sick?" Tomato-bastard kept asking when I didn't answer.
I shook my head, couldn't he please fucking leave now.
No he didn't, he just walked out to the kitchen to talk to fratello, he is surely much funnier to talk to. No one would notice if I disappeared now, maybe fratello first, but he would forget me for those fucking Nazis.
"Are you ok fratello?"
Seems like tomato-bastard shared his worry with my brother.
"I am perfectly fucking fine, okay!" What was their problem? I just wanted to be alone.
He finally left and I could hear he and tomato-bastard walking out of the door. I sat watching the TV, but it was just boring shows, I was very bored. It was not like I needed prove or anything I just had nothing else to do. I took our computer and searched on `Romano`. No results, except for some history stuff from when we were more like two different countries. I could only find about Italy, it was only one country.
Well, that's fucking fantastic.
Next chapter up as soon as I have time! If you liked it please review ^^