Author's Note: Ahh, yes! My first fanfiction. Let me know what you think~ Part of this was based on my sister's dream. xD Umm yes, I also used this as a mini essay for my teacher and I'm pretty sure she freaked out when I implied homosexuality…Oh God…Anyhow~ Review, plox!
Awesome Editor of Doom's Note: I am the before mentioned Awesome Editor of Doom. ;D my penname is Spiffented, for those who wish to stalk me. Anywhozles~ the original dream was in a resort somewhere, with the main characters as a uke!America (who Italy took place of) and a pissedoff!England (Germany). :D It involved sex though, and as you can see, this…innocent story did not. ^u^ enjoy my sister's interpretation of my dream~ -heart-
Disclaimer: HAR HAR. I DOES NAWHT OWN APH. ;D Hence the word fanfiction.
Italy stifled a yawn as he reached the American motel he and Germany were to stay in. Tomorrow a world conference was going to be hosted by Alfred so staying somewhere nearby would make traveling a lot easier. The brunette boy glanced at his watch which read 5 minutes after midnight. He must have lost track of time when he was out eating pasta with his twin brother, Romano.
"Ludwig must be here by now~" sang the boy in his high pitched, ditsy voice. He walked up to the entrance and reached into his pocket to retrieve his card. To his dismay, it wasn't there. Frantically, he started to rummage through all his other pockets but unfortunately, the card was no-where to be seen. He let out a whimper and began hopelessly banging on the door. After knocking for a while, he wondered why no employees were coming to ask him about the ruckus.
He fell to his knees and began sobbing and saying Germany's name followed by cries of help. The Italian was known for being a crybaby and being overly dramatic after all.
Suddenly, Feliciano jerked his chin up only to see the albino called Gilbert Weilschmidt (formerly known as Prussia) perched on top of a windowsill with one leg casually dangling off of it. His face was masked with a wide smirk which was usually seen when he was annoying the crap out of Austria.
"Ne~ Germany, Germany, pleaseee." He teased in a mocking tone. "How pathetic," he spat, looking amused.
Apparently, the scathing voice of the cruelly annoying fellow nation made the Austrian country wake up and stick his head out the window above Prussia. "What seems to be the problem?" he grumbled, his glasses crooked on his tired face.
Before Prussia could make up some excuse, Feliciano chimed, "Gilbo's being a meanie~ And I can't get inside my room because Germany won't open the door!" he said with his voice faltering into a whine when he reached the end of the sentence.
There was a long pause and then Austria spoke up. "Germany is out taking care of some business before the meeting; as for the other thing…it's not opening because you're pulling on the door when the sign clearly says 'push.'"
A spilt second later, Prussia erupted in laughter then produced a snort. "Jeez, Italy, you're more oblivious than America!"
As if that was a que line in a play, Alfred jumped out from a car wearing…a spandex Superman outfit?! He had his hands resting on his hips and his chest puffed out proudly, a breeze in the night causing his hair to blow. Roderich's hand flew in front of his eyes, shielding the view of America's body. "Ah ha! The hero has arrived at the scene of the screaming!" he exclaimed, his trade-mark grin plastered upon his face.
"S-such vulgar clothing would be frowned on in my country!" Austria stuttered, his cheeks beginning to grow hot.
Gilbert let out another snort and flashed a cocky smirk at Roderich. "Shut up, virgin-boy, you know you like what you see."
"Y-you're disgusting!" Roderich shrieked and slammed his window closed. Gilbert merely snickered and faced everyone else with a snarky grin.
"Note to self: Give Roderich a demonstration later."
