Leugnung

Part 2

"Ve~ Doitsu~ Doitsu, I'm hot. Doitsu~" A hand tugged on Germany's sleeve, startling him slightly from his thoughts. He'd been watching Spain and France out of the corner of his eye, noticing worriedly that they kept glancing over at him from where they were huddled in the corner, probably plotting something.

He glanced down at his watch. The meeting was still supposed to last for another half hour. Although, he rather doubted that most of the other nations would last that long. Most of the northern nations had declined the invitation to this meeting, deciding that attending a meeting in Texas in the middle of summer didn't sound like the best idea. Those who had come were all regretting it.

Italy had been complaining in his ear since they'd arrived, begging him to take him out for gelato and asking how much longer they had to stay. Romano, who was seated next to his brother, was fanning himself with their shared folder, cursing to himself as he glared in the direction of France and Spain. England was lying with his head on the table, possibly passed out. The only one who was even close to his usual perky self was America, and even he had taken off his usual bomber jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.

Not that it stopped his attention-hogging. "…and we can just repopulate Mars with all of our endangered animals! Then, once the populations are high enough, we bring some of them back!"

China lifted his head from where he'd been staring down at the ground, probably attempting to cool himself by thought since some idiot had decided that it was pointless to invest in air conditioning for this meeting. "You are not sending my pandas into space, aru."

England rolled his head slightly so he could glance up at the American. "Git, I think that's your most stupid idea yet."

On a normal day, that sort of comment would usually start some sort of fight. It was weird when America just scowled down at the table, England returned to his unconscious position, and France completely ignored the chance to rile them up.

If nothing else, that definitely meant that he and Spain were planning something.

"Ve~ Doitsu? Can we go get gelato? Pleeease?"

"We're in the middle of a meeting, Veneciano."

"It's so hot," he whined, as he pouted and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and gazing up at him with wide, puppy eyes.

It was absolutely adorable, he thought for a moment, before he hurriedly pushed the thought aside.

"What is that wine-bastard doing?" Romano muttered under his breath, probably not even realizing he'd said it out loud at first.

"Ve~ nii-chan?" Italy leaned over to try to follow his brother's line of sight. "They're talking, nii-chan."

"Why's that pervert talking to Spagna?" he muttered again, still glaring at them. Germany was pretty sure that he hadn't mentally figured out yet that he was actually having a conversation with his brother.

"Ve~ Aren't they best friends?"

Best friends…Oh, great…What if his brother were involved? Germany now had diverted all of his attention to the two, who were completely caught up in their conversation now and hadn't realized that they were being watched.

Gilbert had come home extremely late last night, completely wasted. Not anything too different than usual. He was still probably asleep in their hotel room; he hadn't even woken up to bother Germany by demanding that he come to the meeting. Germany would always refuse him, since he still wasn't over what had happened the last time that his brother had come to one of their meetings.

It wouldn't surprise him if the three were plotting something, but if so—what? And who was the target of whatever they were planning?

"Ve~ Is nii-chan jealous?" Veneciano suddenly questioned, as he leaned even closer to his brother.

Germany mentally prepared himself for the fireworks.

And of course he wasn't disappointed.

"WHAT?! Why would I be jealous about that idiot!?" Everyone at the table turned, startled by the sudden excitement. Even America stopped in the middle of a sentence and stared at the Italians. Romano was standing, flushing bright red, his hands already around his younger brother's throat.

Who in the world could have enough energy to strangle someone when it was this hot?

He started to stand, preparing himself to face the wrath of an extremely pissed Romano when he attempted to break them apart.

"Lovi~!" He was beat to it by Spain, who suddenly hugged the older Italian from behind. "Lovi~ leave your brother alone. It's not nice to strangle people, Lovi."

"Bastard, get off of me!" Romano shouted, although he did release his brother, who took the opportunity to run and hide behind the large German.

Everybody else just stared at them, not wanting to get involved in anything involving Romano, who was now screaming obscenities at the older nation. Spain didn't even seem to notice. Or, more likely, he was just so used to it that the cursing really didn't faze him. Instead he buried his head in the Italian's dark hair and murmured under his breath, "Te amo, Lovi. Sea agradable a tu hermanito."

"Fuck my 'hermanito', bastard."

"I am quite sure that Antoine would only be too happy to oblige," France suddenly inserted, as he walked over from his spot near the wall. "Although I'd never have expected you to ask him to do so. Unless you're up for un ménage à trois, I suppose."

Spain almost couldn't hold Romano back. "Ah, Lovi! Lovi! Don't try to kill Francis. He didn't mean it. He's just teasing you, Lovi!"

"I'm going to kill him! Let go of me, asshole!"

The chaos just escalated at that. America attempted to help Spain in holding Romano back, Russia laughed happily from his seat, Switzerland pulled out his gun and started threatening everyone with it, Japan attempted to regain order, England started cursing everyone out for being "bloody gits"… Germany suddenly felt a smaller hand wrap around his and he glanced down in surprise to see Italy staring up at him, grinning slightly, apparently not at all bothered by his brother's attempt at murdering him. "Can we go get gelato now?"

"I—" He glanced toward everyone else. He really was starting to get a headache from all of the noise. And it looked as if it wasn't about to calm down soon. Particularly since almost everybody had switched to their native tongue by now. Spain was attempting to calm Romano down by whispering Spanish into his ear—which interestingly enough, seemed to be working at least a little bit, Romano was still cursing at France in Italian, though. He just now seemed a little less reluctant to leave Spain's arms, even if it was to throttle the Frenchman.

Finally Germany just sighed and nodded once, hurriedly removing his hand from Italy's. "Yes, fine. Meeting adjourned!" He called. Only a few people even bothered to pay attention, more interested in the fight.

"Ve~! Gelato~!"


A/N: I'd just like to point out that it's very weird writing about people complaining about the heat when you yourself are absolutely freezing.

So I'm now done with finals and am home until January, so I should be able to finish this in no time, although I do think that it will end up longer than Desaparicíon.

Random Vocab:

Te amo. – I love you.
Sea agradable a tu hermanito. – Be nice to your little brother
un ménage à trois – a threesome (not necessarily sexual, but you know that's what France meant)
gelato – basically an Italian ice cream

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