Hey everyone, I'm back! This is chapter two of Floren's Story. I have decided that until I am done/halfway done with this story, I will not post Gaianama's Discover, even though I said I would in the last chapter. Please enjoy this story! It slightly progresses the story, but the next chapter will have more plot in it. Thanks, and enjoy! Disclaimer:I do not own Hetalia or any characters, except for Floren.
It had only been a few days since Romano had found Floren, but the big brother was already second guessing his judgment on taking the small country in. Of course, he'd never admit it to anyone, especially the tomato bastard. Spain was coming over to his place today so that he could see little Floren, and whether Romano liked it or not, give him some tips on how to care for his new little brother.
Floren was still wearing the same clothes that Romano found him in, and so Romano had gone out to buy him some new clothes to try on. Honestly, Romano didn't really care what Floren wore, he just didn't want him to smell while he was cleaning up the house.
"FLOREN! GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Yelled Romano. He had already figured out that Floren would only respond to force, if he responded at all. A moment later, Floren came rushing down the stairs into Romano's living room. He had a guilty look on his face, and there was something all over his face.
"For god's sake-What did you do now, Floren?" growled Romano.
"Oh, uh, I went down the stairs!" Floren said cheerily, and plastered what he must have though was an innocent grin on his face. But really, it just looked like he had to go the bathroom really bad.
"You little liar! You have food ALL OVER YOUR DAMN FACE! What did you eat?" Romano yelled at the little four year old. Floren started crying and made up another excuse in his high pitched voice. Romano was beginning to realize how similar he and his little brother were, from their appearance, to their voice and accents, and even to the way they sometimes acted.
"I-I was so hungry, after I worked all day, and I saw the pasta just sitting there all alone, and it was lonely and I was lonely and so I took it upstairs and I ate it and-" Floren started wailing, "I'm so sorry! I did it when you were not home and I was hungry after working and-"
"I know, I know! Shut up, you just told me the story! And I can tell those are fake tears, you little liar," said Romano, hoping he was right about the tears. As soon as he was caught, Floren changed tactics. For a little kid, he sure was pretty smart. He stopped crying and glared up at Romano.
"Fine. But the story was true. You know, you should really feed the people that work for you, you lazy bastard." Floren shot back.
"I DO feed you! You're just a pig. And I know for a fact you weren't working, and I'm not lazy! Don't call me a bastard, because you are the bastard!" Romano said, glaring at the small child.
"Ok, maybe I wasn't working, but pasta still is good and it was lonely." Floren said reluctantly.
"Pasta doesn't get lonely, idiot." Romano replied. Just at that moment, the doorbell rang. "Great. Now Spain is here, and you are all dirty. He'll pretend he knows everything about kids, and tell me all the things I did wrong."
"Well, you are doing lots of things wr-" started Floren, before he was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Let me in, Romano! You knew I was coming over, so you can't pretend you aren't here!" Said the spaniard's muffled voice. Romano got up wearily and walked over to the door, and turned the golden knob. He was immediately engulfed a hug from his former caretaker.
"Wh-what are you doing!? Get off of me, you tomato bastard!" screamed a red Romano at the smiling Spain. Spain let go of him when Romano started punching him in the chest.
"Okay, okay, I get it. I just haven't seen you for so long! And this must be Floren. Hello little country~," said Spain, bending down to examine the short country. "Why are you so messy?" Spain got a handkerchief out of his pocket and started wiping Floren's face.
"Hey what are you- no don't touch me! I don't even know who you are! Help Romano! He's touching me!" squeaked Floren, obviously alarmed. Romano just looked surprised that Floren had actually asked for him to help, and Spain stepped back after he finished cleaning Floren's dirty face.
"We need to get you some clothes, other than those smelly old ones. Romano, why isn't he already changed?" Spain asked.
"Well, I tried, but the little bastard came down with his face all messy and started lying to me, and he wouldn't try the damn clothes on!" Romano sputtered. He then got the clothes from the couch. They included jeans, dark green cargo pants, a white and blue button up, and a few other pieces. He threw some green cargo pants and a white button up at Spain.
The spaniard caught them, and showed them to Floren.
"Now, I need you to try these on. Then we can wash those clothes that you are wearing." Spain said reassuringly. Floren was currently wearing long blue pants and a black button up that was much too big for him, all dirty and smelly.
"No! I still don't know who you are. And I only take orders from Romano, and maybe a nice lady." replied Floren. Romano's eyes widened in doubt and was about to say something before Spain shot him a look.
"Now, I don't think you completely understand. I need you to put these clothes on now." Spain said more sternly, getting slightly angry and impatient. Romano smirked at him. Spain was already getting flustered, and Romano was going to savor every moment of it.
"How about...no. I don't feel like it right now. Check back in a few years." Floren said, still stubborn and suspicious. Spain sighed.
"That's it. I gave you a chance. Now, come here." Spain said, reaching for Floren, obviously trying to pick him up. Before Floren could realize what was happening, Spain succeeded in grabbing him by the sides and started lifting him. Floren shrieked loudly screamed at Spain not to touch him. Spain was surprised at the reaction and pulled his hands back, dropping him, and Floren ran away behind the couch.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO FLOREN? I'LL KILL YOU, SPAIN! DID YOU HURT HIM?" Romano shouted at Spain, extremely flustered.
"No-I didn't do anything, I swear! Settle down, Romano! He's fine!" Spain replied, backing away from Romano for fear of being tackled. Even though Spain could probably take Romano, he would rather avoid a brawl.
"He TICKLED me!" screamed Floren, still behind the couch. "NO ONE is allowed to tickle me! Or touch me!"
"You let me pick you up, though," said Romano, confused.
"Yeah, well, that was a week ago," Floren replied. Spain looked like he was going to die of relief.
"Just try the clothes on, and I won't touch you." assured Spain.
"Fine. Give them to me," said Floren grumpily. Spain gave them to Floren, who snatched them from him and hid behind the couch again and began changing.
"Feisty," whispered Spain to Romano out of the corner of his mouth. Romano just glared at him. After a few minutes, Floren came out from behind the couch and looked at Spain with such hatred that Romano almost smiled. Floren crossed his arms.
"Well, are you happy, then?" Floren asked Spain angrily.
"I suppose I am." replied Spain, and he grinned. Then he realized that Floren's small curl on the right side of his head was stuck to the collar of the shirt he was wearing. Spain stepped towards him, and quick as a flash, had pulled the curl out from under the collar.
Romano turned red and looked like he was going to pass out. Floren turned red and started just stammering.
"What are you...why did you...I said that you...DON'T TOUCH ME!" Floren shouted.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU PERVERTED PEDOPHILE?" yelled Romano. Spain looked innocently at them.
"What did I do?" he asked.
So at the end of the day, Romano and Spain found out that Floren didn't like to be touched, and was very ticklish. Floren got some new clothes, too. And Spain found out that if Romano really wanted him out of the house, then it would happen.
Thanks again for reading! If you liked it or have suggestions, please leave a review. I would really love some feedback. See you next time!