I didn't mention this last time, but each chapter will be centered around one person's point of view. Last chapter was Germany (though I may get back to him later), so this time it's Romano's turn!
Warning: this chapter contains Romano's mouth, spilled pasta, and historical inaccuracies.
I STILL DON'T OWN HETALIA! (I mean, the website is called fanfiction.net, I think you can figure that out.)
Romano was about ready to bite someone's head off.
The day had started off normal enough: he had been woken up by Spain at 9:00, as usual, and told that he needed to start cleaning, also nothing new.
Knowing that he'd get no peace until he at least pretended to do what the dumb Spaniard wanted, he had gotten up and put on the stupid dress they made him wear. (He's a boy, damn it, why did people always dress him up as a girl?)
After that, he'd made an even bigger mess of the house, just to piss the tomato bastard off, and settled down for a nice siesta. Half an hour later he'd been woken up by said bastard and informed that: "You need to get up Lovi! We're going on a trip to meet some friends of mine! Won't that be fun?"
That, of course, didn't sit well with the small Italian.
At all.
He'd kicked, and screamed, and cursed, and cried, but in the end none of it had made any difference. Spain had quite calmly thrust a water bottle of tomato juice at the smaller brunette, before dragging him to the car and throwing him in the back.
And so, a few hours later, he found himself stuck in a house that smells too much like potatoes and beer. To make things worse, he had to deal with his idiot fratello, some bastard yelling about heroes, and a blond German who looked too much like HRE for his liking. There was probably someone else to, but he couldn't remember who and didn't really care.
They were probably a bastard anyways.
His day really didn't get any better when the hero bastard charged in yelling. Of course he wasn't looking where he was going either (idiot), and slammed into his fratello. This spilled the fresh bowl of pasta everywhere (what a waste!) and put them in their current position:
1. Italy was sitting on the floor sobbing about how much trouble he was going to be in, and about how big a mess he made (aside from the sauce and noodles, the glass bowl had shattered), but mostly about how all the pasta was gone.
2. Romano found himself with a piece of the bowl in his foot, and was completely covered with tomato sauce.
3. The blonde bastard still had not shut up.
4. Judging by the hurried footsteps coming from the front hall, the Holy Rome look alike was about to make an appearance.
Then all hell broke loose.
"You *censor*, you are a *really long censor*! I'm going to *another really long censor* you for this you *censor*!"
"You can't do that, I'm the hero!"
"Waaaaaah! My pasta!"
"What's going on in here?"
"That *yet another censor* made my brother cry! That's what happened! He also spilled all the pasta, the *still another censor*!"
"I did not! And I'm not a *censor*!"
"*Sniff*… Yes you did! And what's a *censor*?"
"…You're an idiot fratello."
"Ve~ I am not!"
This last comment was paired with the infamous 'kicked puppy look', which rendered the older Italian unable to argue. Not entirely sure what to do now (and silently cursing his brother for being so cute) he slumped onto the tomato covered couch and settled for glaring at the German.
The bastard was staring in complete horror at the carpet, muttering franticly under his breath in his native language.
Something about "Preußen wird mich umbringen", Romano didn't really care.
He also didn't notice when America slipped out of the room carrying a very familiar water bottle…
More Translations!
fratello= brother
Preußen wird mich umbringen= Prussia is going to kill me
Let me know if these are wrong!
For those of you who are wondering, I have no idea where Italy got the pasta. He's Italy, buckets randomly fall out of the sky just to hit him on the head. The laws of physics don't apply to him.
Also, there's a story called Don't Make Him Cry! by WhyNotMe (which is excellent by the way) that basically says that Romano hates Germany becuase he looks like HRE, who always used to chase his brother. I used that theory some here.
Anyways, love it? Hate it? Think I can't write humor to save my life? Let me know in a review please!
-Sealion
