England put on his blue captain's hat to go with his coat, marked with one long white feather. With a loud voice shouted, "Light the anker, man! Let's call it a day! We can set our journey tomorrow!" He turned around to see that Romano is looking at his new surroundings. "Like what you see, wanker?" He says with a playfull smirk, "You can wait in the captain's cabin, I have to help my man with somethings." He adds.
Romano rolled his eyes, "Don't flatter yourself, idiota. I saw better things than your damn ship." He answers wryly.
England places a hand on his heart in a dramatic fashion and has shocked expression on his face to ad more drama, "She is not a damn ship!"
Romano rolled his eyes and bows dramatically, "Well, of course, captain." He adds with a sarcastic voice.
This time it's the blond who rolled his eyes, "Wanker, now shoo, I have things to discuss with my crew." He says with a shooing motion of his hand.
The brunet dramatically bows again and says with a small smirk and sarcastic voice, "Whatever you wish, your majesty." regaining his posture, he pivots on his heel and left the deck to go to captain's cabin.
Again, the blond rolled his eyes and turned around his heel to face his crew.
"You know, captain. Womans brings bad luck on the ship." A heavy, dryly American accent said on the right. That voice belong to one of his trusted crew and drinking buddy, a tall American with dark auburn-brown hair, tanned white skin and maroon-violet eyes. His name was Jaison Johnsens. All the crew members laughed including the Briton himself, it don't last long until a loud heavy Scottish accented voice barks.
"Way are ye all laughing at!? Womans brings bad luck on the ship!" A tall Scotsman with short auburn red hair, porcelain tanned skin and green eyes, like forest at nighttime green. The Brit left hand and strategist named Allistair Miller or Scot, Scotty for friends and the 'big' brother of Dylan only by a couple months, the same father but not the same mother. He got the surname of his mother.
"You know, wankers, it's a he—he is a boy!" He says dryly, Arthur has tears in his eyes and his stomach begins to hurt because of so much laughter, he never has laughed so much.
"Say what!?" They screamed in unison. Now they are confused, how could they not know that he was a boy?!
Arthur and the other members of the crew finally managed to control their laughter and where just as confused, "Wait a minute you didn't know he's was a boy?" A confused voice questioned, it belongs to a heavy Wales accent on the left. That voice belong to his first mate and quartermaster, a Welshman with unruly reddish-blond hair, tanned porcelain skin and the same electrifying green eyes like the Brit forest meadow eyes only a shade lighter. His named is Dylan Owen. He got the surname of his mother, and he was happy that it was like that.
"And I thought you have experienced that already multiple times, Scotty." Arthur chimed, his green eyes filled with mirth and certainly there's malicious glint in his green depths and he was trying his best to contain his laughter to minimum.
The scot blushed heavily, "Stop it would ye?!" He snapped, irritated that his captain brought it up. "And stop laughing!"
They try to stifle their laughter but failed in the process. How could they not!? The thought that their beloved Scotty with a man was enough to make them laugh even louder. Much to the redhead's dismay.
After a few more minutes, they finally managed to control their laughter and was now sniffles and chuckles.
"Yeah, ya couldn't see his physical appearance." Jaison said it dryly. "Did he go through gender bender confusion or something?" He joked. He was trying to light up the mood, so that the Scot wouldn't be all too furious, if it's going down this road...they may have to scrape a few of their mates off the wall because of Allistair tantrum. And it's also not a pretty sight to see.
"No, I can guarantee you that he is all in all a boy." The Brit answered. "But I wouldn't say that to his face you know, you shouldn't test his temper." Arthur warned, "You know the story of that Spanish git armada?"
"The one that nothing was left in piece or not damaged?" Jaison asked.
"The one who was sinking? It is was one of his best armada." Dylan questioned.
"The one who was on fire, even that he didn't had explosion or things that could go on fire on his armada?" Allistair mused.
"The one who is now on bottom of the Mediterranean coast a little bit before Spain and Portugal?" They all said in unison, the thought only makes them shudder of fear.
"What is with the damn ship. It's only a rumour or the ship was cursed." Jaison said it with a nervous smile on his lips.
They all nodded.
"Well, you see lads... he was the cause of it."
"What!" They all screamed in unison a few notes higher than their original voices.
"No, I can not believe that!" They all shake their heads in disbelief.
"He's a, no, wait, it's just ... can't." Now they are completely speechless, they stumble over their words and are little scared, again, you can not blame them.
They all silently vowed not to test the Italian's temper. They don't want to be on the bottom of the sea or ocean, like the Spanish wanker's armada.
"Well shit, I think it's better if we don't tease him, I don't want be ripped to shreds and standing on fire. I'm too beautiful for that and I am still young." Alistair mused.
They all looked at him if he had grown a second head. Like, seriously!?
"Who are you... the frog? I thought you had more confident in yourself, Alistair." Arthur says dryly, he even added a playful smirk adorning his lips on his handsome face.
"Easier said than done, Artie! I don't want to be on the bottom of the sea or ocean!" Allistair shrieked.
"If you don't test his temper you should be fine, Al." He answered dryly, he quickly added, "Well I think?"
"Well no shite, Artie," he says it dryly, sarcasm in his voice "no, know I know that I shouldn't test his temper." His voice and words were dripped with sarcasm, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, we should diffidently not test his temper, if we want to be dead or something, than we should test his temper." Jaison joked.
"Jaison I don't think you should joke with something like that." Dylan warned. Dylan mused, "Say, Artie, how did you know that?"
"Yeah Artie, tell us!" Alistair persisted.
"Art, tell us!" Jaison's voice boomed, almost blasting your eardrums out.
"Captain, tell us!" They all chorused in unison.
"Okay, okay, you nosy wankers! Bullocks! The git told me," they all raised an eyebrow, almost asking how, but they consider waiting for their captain to explain it, "we where in the same city at that moment and we were going to the same pub and that git was drinking tequila. If I remember it correctly, he said, "'My Roma' destroyed my best armada now it's on the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea and Roma is mad at me and gives me the silent treatment." Arthur imitated Antonio's voice.
They almost wanted to howl with laughter some even had tears in their eyes.
"What now, gits? You wanted to know and now all of you are almost laughing! " Arthur barked, really, sometimes he just can't understand his crew.
"Sorry, Captain! Wee were just laughing wee can't understand how you could imitate his voice, it was really good!" Alistair almost shoked on his words, he grabbed his stomach, it starts to hurt from so much laughing.
"You all wanted to know now you know, now all you wankers are laughing?" Arthur's loud, commanding voice snapped.
"Aye, aye capt'n." They all churosed in unison, louder then it should be.
Arthur rolled his eyes but he had a gentle and a pleasant smile on his lips, "Gits and all of you are bloody wankers, do you know that?" He added playfully.
"Wee know, but ye still love us, so ye are stuck up with us like it or not, captain." Alistair said it with a playful tone and had a small smile or smirk (Arthur can not tell) on his lips.
"Yeah captain, you're stuck with us!" Jaison beamed, smiling his signature thousand watt smile.
"Yeah Artie!" Dylan never said much but he did allowed a smile gracing his lips.
"But still, I don't know why he is wearing a maid dress." Jaison mused. "Not that he is not cute in it!" He let a small perverse smirk gracing his lips and licked his lips at the thoughts why.
"Shut it, Jaison, you nasty wanker!" Dylan shouted and jabbed his elbow in the ribs of Jaison, who kringled in pain and pulled a painful face, he gives Dylan a nasty glare, but the Welshman chooses to ignore it.
"But know that you mention it, I also must wonder why he is wearing a maid dress. It's frilly and a nice shade of forest meadow green just like the irises of our captain here, it does compels his eyes though. Romano's eyes are quite," the Welchman searched for the right words to describe the Italian's eyes, until he finds the right words he slammed his right fist in the palm of his left hand, "Unique, they are unique!" He nods comfirmly, and giving himself a mental shoulder pad for his choice in words.
"Unique... Huh," Arthur mused, "Well, yes, they are quite... unique... Good job Dylan." Arthur gave him a gentle pad on the shoulder of the Welshman.
"Back on the topic." Alistair said with a devious smirk, "Why is he in a maid dress?"
"Well, I don't know, do you know Artie?" The American asked.
All there heads shot up in the direction of their captain, maybe he knows why, waiting for a explanation.
Arthur just shrugged and backed off, "Why do, you gits, think that I know?" Arthur questioned. "I don't bloody know, if I should know, I would already bloody tell!" Arthur barked angry.
All the members of the crew raised their hands in a sigh of surrender, they don't want too have their captain's wrath directed towards them.
"Chill out, dude! It was only a simple question, you don't have to bite our nose off." The American replied fearfully.
The Briton closes his eyes, takes a few deep calming breaths to calm his nerves, god what does he need rum or tea to really calm his nerves. "You wankers can rest in your cabin or stay on the deck, but don't make too much noises." He said, changing the topic real quick—not wanting to deal with the mess they would make. That's a bother for another time.
The crew know that their captain just changed the topic, they are not that dumb. "Aye, aye capt'n!" They all chorused somewhat lightly, they don't want to spoil the mood.
"Whatever, gits," Arthur gave a lighthearted wave, "have fun!" With that said, he turned around his heel and left the deck to go to his cabin, where Lovino is waiting.
Arthur enters his cabin, taking his tricorn-captian's hat off and his blue coat. He slowly passes by Lovino, not noticing that he is suspicious quiet, he sits in his chair and he lifts his feet lazily and placing it on the caramelled colored sycamore desk, making himself comfortable in his chair.
He only notes now that the Italian is quiet. The latter had a dreamy, spacious look in his irises, like he was thinking of something. A glassy look in his, oh so beautiful irises, making them transparent and he could swore that there was a white shade on his orbs.
Now that he looks closer, the maid dress that Romano is wearing is a nice shade of forest meadow green (the same color of England's eyes), compelling his slight tanned skin and his hazel coloured eyes infused with light-jade green and with little pools of gold here and there in his irises, perfectly and naturally.
His sleeves of the maid dress was T-shirt like fashion, he had a white shirt under his green dress, rolled-up to his elbows, a silk red ribbon fastened loosely around his double collar—replacing the place of a cravat, compelling his dark-auburn hair with a copper glimmer. His dress reached a little bit past his knees not much, only a few centimeters, there was a white layer underneath, making the dress look frilly and a little bit puffy not by that much and not really girly. Above the green dress there was a white silk apron reaching about then centimeters above the dress self and tied behind his back with a large ribbon around his slim waist. A pair dark brown boots with black laces reaching his knees.
Te Italian looks stunning in those clothes! It should be a crime! Everything compells him... It looks so... naturally. Shaking the thoughts of him away and pressing his emotions down. Wonder what he is dreaming about.
He's too long in his own thoughts.
Snap!
Snap!
England has to snap two times before the amber green eyes flushed open.
Romano stares confused at the Briton's fingers, he blinkes a few times before he knew where he was, a little bit uncoordinated. The brunet has a terrible deep scowl plasters on his face and snapps heatedly, "What do you want, captain eyebrows-caterpillars bastard!" It is not a question but a command.
Arthur raised his hands in surrender, not the tiniest bothered or scared with the brunet's glare. He doesn't even bother to hide the frown on his face at his new nickname, seriously, he did nothing wrong to make the brunet mad and now he is insulted, just like that! He just shrugs and answered at the previous question, "Nothing, git," Arthur remarks, "just thought that you should come back to reality." He says honestly.
"Bastard." Romano says nothing more, he just crosses his arms underneath his chest.
Feeling the mood tense and awkward, Arthur changes the topic with the first item he saw, the violin case resting on the southern Italian nation lap.
"So... You play the violin?" He inquires nonchalantly but still awkwardly, hoping that the Italian would take the bait.
Romano did sensed that the Englishman tried to chage the topic to a lighter one, he thought the Briton would say 'how was the weather today?' question. But nonetheless, he takes the bait. "Not really, actually, I planned to smash my violin case in your head multiple times." Romano meets the Brit's bewildered, confused and 'What did I do to make him want to smash his violin case in my head' panicking look, he rolls his eyes by the British captain's dumbness but snickers at the sight.
"It was a joke, you dumbass!" He sees that Arthur quickly relaxed his body, but the brunet didn't gave him the time to reply properly and continued anyway snot waiting for responses rom his conversation partner, "Yes, I do play the violin along with other music instruments. Like the piano, guitar, flute, harp, etc."
"Can you play a song or/of piece for me?" The curiosity is clearly recognizable in his voice.
Much to Arthur's surprise, the latter grinned diabolically.
"I didn't hear you say the magic word." He says in a singsong voice, his grin reviled that of a Cheshire cat.
The blond almost wants to swipe that grin of his face—it was awfully tempting—but he swallows his dignity and pride down, "Please." Oh now, it was tempting to bang his head on the surface of his sycamore table. Now he only treasured the only little bit of pride and dignity he has.
"Sorry, can you say it again? I didn't hear it good." He says it innocently but his irises had a devious glint and his grin could get no more wicked but it did after seeing that he crushed, crumbled, shattered and completely broked the blond's pride and dignity.
Oh, you would be punished, dear Romano, he thought evilly. "Please!" He says it louder, but doesn't look in Romano's eyes only increasing the wicked grin the Italian whore on his plush and plumb lips. Gaining his courage and scraping the little, little bit of pride and dignity that the Italian literally danced, crushed, crumbled, shattered, stamped and pulverized on. It was a sight he never ever in his whole granted immortality will ever see, it was the wickets grin he ever saw in his entire life and that's coming from him, the pirate King.
"Was it so hard to say the magic word?" He recommends innocently, making Arthur growl under his breaths and glare heatedly at the Italian, but the brunet ignores it, nay, he doesn't ignores it or him, he is again deep in thoughts. Does he has that much things to think of?
Snap!
He snapps inpatiently with his fingers and pulled the Italian back on the planet.
"Uhmm, sorry," he drops his gaze hiding his blush behind his auburn bangs, "I was deep in my own thoughts."
That was something new, Romano is a proud half nation who can stand his ground despite being family off northern Italy, and being complete the opposite of each other. But he swallows his pride (making the revenge that the blond was planning milder), apologizing is hard, heck he knows it, he himself doesn't apologize quickly even if he knows he was wrong (Britain is and will be a proud nation). That the Italian apologized for something so little surprised and startled him.
"You don't need too apologize, lad!" Steering the conversation into a lighter topic. "So, what are you going to play?" He chirps.
"You'll hear, Brows." Ignoring (again) the icy glare sends his way.
Romano put his violin out the case, putting the violin against his neck. He played the first notes, it was low, slow, soft - but above all—full of sorrow and sadness.
Arthur closes his eyes, making himself comfortable in his chair and relaxes his muscles letting the music wash his duties away and calm his nerves.
The brunet watches Arthur's calm expression, while still playing the violin, with a soft and calm expressions on his face—but sadness, misery and sorrow clearly evident in his amber with green pools orbs. The Italian played with no particular song in mind, the notes come and go, overlapping each note, changing the melody with another and another, again and again. Lovino flicked his wrist at the right time over and over, his movements may be slow - but they're precise. His notes overlapped eachother at the right time and moment.
Soon he's playing a song he was all too familiar with. He played this piece already a thousand times when he was depressed or when he needs lights to shine in his own darkness and twilight. What was better than nighttime? When the earth is covered in a thick blanket of darkness, but the moon and the stars shining bright in the night sky giving enough lights to clearly see the paths that you must chose and take, but still guiding you out of the lonely and miserable darkness.
Lovino closed his eyes for a moment recalling and remembering his sad, miserable and dark past, of being hated and unloved—when he still was a chibi nation, when he had for the very first time blood on his hands, staining his clothes—but above all—sucking slowly his rational mind, heart and soul away. When the years past, leaving a cold, heartless, bitter and soulless personification of south Italy behind. Lovino who hide in the shadows, twilight and darkness it self, knowing no better tomorrow and the beauty of the sun—making the day bright and clear.
Only knowing the hard and cruel reality on this goddamn planet earth. He stands strong on his own two feet, bearing his country's burdens and duties and the sins he committed. Only having his mind and his shared secret hiding place as sanctuary. His sacred ground.
He has a sanctuary where no people—aside from bees, rabbits, birds and deers.
That was their sanctuary, they could talk for hours, play and fool around in the day—him and his best friend Siam. Their secret and favorite hiding spot was beautiful, magical and mysterious—at nighttime, when the fireflies, stars and the moon came out and gazing stars, wishing on the fallen stars - both knowing that the wish would never be fulfilled, unless you do it yourself. They had surprisingly founded identical the same place in Siam, the same as their personal secret hiding place on his southern part of Italy.
The same green gras, the same types trees, the same glittering, crystal saphire blue, little lakes at day. But when it's dark at night—it's more beautiful in Lovino's opinion—the lakes hold a mysterious aura to them, and the stars and fireflies only increases the atmosphere. Surprisingly to both of them, the smell was also the same—the gras, nectar and sweetness of the flowers—all the same. The only but only different was the night sky with the stars kilometers far away. You can't expect that the stars would be the same at two different places. But it's was still...magical.
A perfect picturesque. The sweet scent of the flowers, the ghost swaying of the green grass, the rustling of the leaves, the calm aura and the hypnotising sound of the water. It was simply perfect.
Lovino's second sanctuary was: his mind.
Having his mind as his own personal sanctuary—but then again—his mind is literally messed up, fucked up and so...twisted, like, a tornado leaving a path of destruction behind him.
Where nobody could hear his shouts, screams, yells and shrieks in agony, the cries and the pleads he makes and begging for God to make it all fucking stop. He was tired of being strong, standing his ground an taking all the blows, hits, cuts, wounds and etc., his nose and chin high in the air walking on the goddamn surface with no fucking care in the world, trashing it, like his own personal playground, like...nothing could touch, shatter or break him down in thousand pieces...but they did—they could touch, shatter or break him down in thousand pieces.
The people he thought they loved and care for him...didn't—maybe at the beginning—but when Veneziano come in the picture, they dropped him like a hot rock, they where the reason the brunet's fall, fall and fall—in a dark abyss—to the person Romano becomes and now is.
Veneziano was showered with attention, love, kindness and adoration. Veneziano has just to snap with his fingers and smile his cheery and oblivious smile, everything he wished for, asked for and craved for—he got it, he got it all served on a golden plate.
The Italian on the other hand must work hard for it, reach out for it and it he must let them hear his voice—otherwise he would completely fade in the background.
But then again Veneziano is the 'better' half of Italy. Who wants to befriend a cruel, crude, rude and foul mouthed person like Romano himself—when you can befriend a cheery, bubbly and happy-go-lucky Feliciano? At least there is one person on this planet, who care for him and loves him, and that person or nation is...Siam.
She always will welcome him with wide open arms and a pleasant, dazzling smile. Always giving him advise, cheer him up when he was feeling down, and she is the only light or/of star guiding him on the right path—shining brightly and clearly for him, and only him. All what a good—very good friend/sister/mother figure would do. She would never judge him or prefere and compare Romano to Veneziano or choose. She simply doesn't care what sort of bullshit it was, she didn't care about that shit anyway.
She always looked at the person on the inside not the outside not what he is—but who he is. That as one of the things he like about her along with her stubborn will, strong and independent character and good and caring personalities—but be warned, you can mess with her and fool her around all you want. But don't push her over her limits, she can hold her temper long and stable. But don't say something bad over her family and friends ans especially do not say bad things about them in her presence—that's when you cross her line. She's very protective over them. Bad things would happen when you do it.
Her temper then is bad and short, she would explode right in front of you—but her mood is a different story. Her caramel colored brown eyes flashing dangerously ad the speed of lightning bolts in a iron glare, sharpening her gaze, making them cold, calculating, emotionless and soulless, throwing poisonous daggers and knives, piercing it in your flesh, carve and burn her glare and gaze in to your mind, heart and soul—showing you who she really is and what she can do. If looks could kill you...you would be dead in a blink of a eye, less then a second. You will never feel at ease when she's angry at you.
But to her families, friends and not the ones who caused to awake her wrath, she's kind and caring.
Don't let her carefree and enthusiastic manners and her signature carefree smile fool you. She's wild, fearless and sometimes when it must...emotionless or a better way to describe her is an killing machine and a great tactician—on the inside. Siam is straightforward and blunt, she always would think twice before she would make her move, she always knows how to use and make the situation to her own advantage. If you think you got her...you don't. If you think you got her in your trap...it doesn't, she is the one who got you in her trap. Siam always has a secret and different motives in her previous motives.
She can change the battle to a different outcome that you predicted, like, a game chess or a game cards, changing the situation with a little tricks here and there. Turning the table upside down.
And not to mention her fighting skills with different techniques. One time she would use a sword—and the next time a bow, as in martial arts, there're precise and deadly. Siam is unpredictable in many ways.
So far Romano's friend; Siam, with two completely different sides.
The brunet would still remember the soothing words when he busted Spain trying his hard to trade him for Veneziano. He was so angry and deeply hurt, he stomped to Spain with a very angry scowl—much worse than his normal scowl—and pure hatred on his face but sadness shining, clear and brightly in Romano's orbs.
He stomped over Spain and head-butted him straight in the stomach with so much force that the Conquistador fall, making the Spaniard fall from the force and writhe in pain. In his fall the Spaniard managed to knock the Austrian aristocrat over, like domino stones.
Tangled in a mess of limps, the southern part of Italy shouted, yelled and screamed in agony against the Spanish nation, letting the anger, frustration and sadness take the best of him, letting his tears roll freely down his tanned and red cheeks, not caring anymore if he looked weak in front of him or somebody else, he didn't care and nobody would. They saw the heartbroken face and Spain immediately regretted his decision to trade Romano with Veneziano.
"I thought, I could trust you!" he screamed, "I thought you cared and loved me! But you are the same like everybody who prefer Veneziano over me!" Romano screamed each words. Soon he was loosing his strength and voice. His heart was already shattered and broken, he was tired to lose against Veneziano, tired of being compared to him, tired of making room for him—but above all—tired of being second best.
Why fight if I know I can't win from the beginning? It's just a lost cause.
The tears wouldn't stop falling, before he completely would break down, Romano left away running, no paying mind to the pleads Spain makes.
He runned and runned to his secret hiding place and found that Siam surprisingly was there.
She stood directly at her feet at seeing him come with her signature smile, but it soon faded away at seeing him cry. She had a worried expression on her face, running at his side and embraced him tightly, asking what was wrong to make him cry like that.
Romano did not hesitate to tell her everything.
At hearing his story, she gently swiped the tears away with her thumbs.
She just smiled, yeah...smiled. But it was her real smile, not the smiles she wears to make the people around her comfortable.
She said her words lacing with gentleness and care and utter adoration, "Oh, Rovino, you are perfect the way you are now. Why would you change yourself because the other people want that?" Siam spoke his real name, she's the only one that he allows to call him by his real name. But she spoke further, "It such a shame that the people only see the hard layers from you, not seeing the real you."
The last words was the ones that he the most loved, that was when she truly smiled her smile and looked directly at his eyes with her caramel brown eyes. "They see you as; pathetic, useless, weak and clumsy. You are not pathetic; you're beautiful. You're not useless; you're brilliant. You'are not weak; you'are strong. You're not clumsy; you're creative." a pause. "They didn't saw the paintings that you made, didn't hear your ideas. Most of all, they only saw what you are and the mistakes that you make, they didn't see who you are really and don't see that you at least try—try to make the people around you happy and for your people." Her voice was honest and so was her heart.
"Thank you." That was the first time since forever that Romano had smiled.
His eyes flushed open and the song was done before he even realize it.
Romano found England staring at his face. Coughing awkwardly, he pulled England back out his transe.
"Your smile," England hesitated.
"My smile?" Romano repeated, he didn't notices that he smiled.
"Your smile is bloody gorgeous." The Brit exclaims.
The Italian turned a gorgeous shade of red, redder than his beloved tomatoes, that even could make a sherry jealous. "Grazie." He mutters shyly.
Arthur returned the smile and a nodded, asking what he played.
"Canta per me. Sing for me." Romano explained.
"It's beautiful but...sad?"
"It is sad." His smile crumbles to a blank look.
England notices that the Italians eyes where a bit watery but the tears didn't fall. Unbeknownst to his own action, he leans closer and cups Romano's adorable reddening cheeks, stroking the cheeks tenderly with his thumb. He could feel the softness of the brunet's cheeks through his leather cloves. Arthur lost his focus, staring deeper and deeper in those earthy eyes. Losing his rational sense.
He leans closer and closes, until his warm breath brushed against the soft, red looking lips, just a few millimeters away from the brunet's lips, like, a phantom's touch.
Romano is unable to pull his gaze away from the green eyes, leaning in his comfortable touch. He only manages to jerk back to reality when the English nation's breath brushes against his lips. His eyes wide like the size of the moon, panicking and shocked, he falls backwards, flailing his arms wildly in the air.
Arthur manages to jerk back from his trance. Seeing that the brunet was falling, he tried to catch one if the Italians arms but he failed.
Romano falls backwards with the chair, making a nasty impact with the hardwood deck floor.
Everything is black for his eyes, his head spinning around, paying no mind to the cries the Brit makes.
'Can I ever get out of this mess? Can someone help me? Rescue me?' Romano thought grimly, 'nobody would safe someone like me. I'm alone in this world. Even Angel cannot help me.'
And everything wend black before his eyes.
A.N:
Yay, finished! I didn't change much here but mostly edited my wrongs and grammar mistakes. So yeah, the better version. Hope you liked it. The 3 chapter will come out soon, I promise, I just need a little bit more time. It's just that I've been very busy and it doesn't help that the exams are coming. Le signs, I'm going to be so dead.
Anyways, thank you for everything again! Stay tuned for the next chapter! We'll dive in history then...
-JessicaStarCrossed
