Wow… Never thought Romano x Vienna was going to be my first thing on FanFic… Interesting. Anyway! I know some people aren't a fan of OCs but I've decided that if a pairing can get so many watchers or whatever goes down here I'll do a second person smut of the main Hetalia charater (ie: Romano x Vienna gets a lot of favorites then I write a second person smut with Romano). ANYWAY! I hope you all like this~. Please message me suggestions ect.! I would love to talk to you guys! :D
For Romano to say that he hated going to world meetings would be a lie. True, he did dislike being in the same room as every country and their capital and how loud everyone talked. He hated the fact there would be three potato bastards instead of two and two wine bastards instead of just one. He hated having to suffer through Spain and him stalking his little sister like a horny puppy. Fuck, he hated everything about world meeting except for one thing.
He got to see her. Veneziano never seemed to see through his cleverly disguised lie that he hated the meeting with every fiber of his being but Sicily seemed to be slowly weaseling through to the truth.
"What the hell are you so eager about, fratello?" Romano dropped the shirt he had been carefully folding, throwing his arms up as if to shield his face form an attacker. Upon realizing it was simply Sicily, who stood there with an ever so smug look on her face, he lowered his arms and scowled.
"Who the hell said I was eager?" He said in an annoyed tone as be picked up his shirt and folded it again, carelessly now that Sicily was watching. Sicily plopped herself down on the bed and started to sift through his suitcase, ignoring the protests from her eldest brother.
"First off, you only use this suitcase for special occasions. Second, these are all your nicest clothes. Thirdly, you always pack like a slob and now you are folding your clothes all nice so they don't wrinkle. Fourthly, you are bringing your nice cologne… and lastly, you are blushing as red as a tomato." Sicily finished, pulling a tomato from her pocket and holding it up for comparison before taking a giant bite out of it.
Scowling again Romano snatched the tomato from her, ignoring the loud shout of "bastard!" and her attempts to get it back, and took a giant bite himself. Sicily crossed her arms and kicked his suitcase to the floor to which Romano retaliated by squeezing what was left of the tomato in her face. After a bit of shouting at each other, and some rather ineffectual wrestling which resulted in Romano sitting on Sicily's back as she was sprawled out on the floor, Sicily began prying again.
"So who is she… or he?" Sicily winced and grumbled 'fratello bastardo' when the 'or he' got her a swift slap to the back of the head.
"None of your business, sorellina bastarda." He felt triumphant in beating her until she left out a short laugh (it probably would have been longer had he not been sitting on her.).
"Ha! So there is someone! I knew it!" She grinned devilishly up at him, her own hazel eyes locked with his as a blush slowly covered his features.
"Sh-Shut up! There is not!" He squirmed on her back to provide her a bit of discomfort but she merely continued to grin and laugh. More shouting, mainly from Romano, ensued and drew the attention of the other Italian. Cracking the door open, Italy peeked his head in. He smiled slightly as he watched the two wrestle for a while until Sicily sat on Romano's stomach
"Ve~ Fratello! Sorellina! We have to get ready! Our plane leaves soon!" Italy chirped happily. He was so excited for the week in Austria where he would spend all of his free time with Germany and Berlin that he had gotten all of his packing done weeks ago. Grumbling slightly both of souther Italians got up and dusted themselves off, smoothing out any wrinkles with their hands.
"Fine, fine. I was just picking on this bastardo anyway." Sicily said with a shrug as she exited the room. As the door closed Romano heard Italy pesting Sicily about weither or not she was excited to see Spain or not. ("Ve~ are you excited to see Big Brother Spain?" "Che cazzo! Of course I am not excited to see that creepy perverted bastard! Why would I be!" "Ve? Ma he is always so excited to see you…") With a sigh and a few mental curses at his sister for destroying what had taken him nearly an hour to pack he repacked his things, took his bag downstairs, set it with the others, and started the car.
He was driving them to the airport because the last time Italy drove he kept getting distracted, nearly driving them into a tree and the last time Sicily drove someone's tires got shot out (the Mafia was a hell of a group to fuck with). However, as he drove and listened to Italy talk about all the things he was going to with Berlin and Sicily "grumble" about all the things Spain was going to make her do his mind wondered to her. Romano was to engrossed in his own thoughts to pay much mind to what was going on around him and before he knew it a flight attendant was asking him if he wanted a pillow… apparently he looked tired. It was just a few hours flight from Veneziano's house to Austria's but it was the perfect time for a nap in the Italians' eyes.
Reclining back along with Italy and Sicily he closed his eyes and felt the heavy tug of sleep. It wasn't long before his dreams began to run away from him and he began dreaming about her.
Translations:
Fratello- Brother
Sorella- Sister
Sorellina- Little Sister
Ma- But
Bastado/Bastarda- Bastard
Che cazzo- What the fuck
Sorry the first chapter isn't that long or interesting… It'll get much more interesting later~! Sex, Drama, Murder ahead! Oh my!
