The Talk
Part 2
Prussia was impressed. Whoever would have imagined that such a little body could manage to hold so much pasta?
"Want some more, Feli?" he questioned, as he scooped out another serving of spaghetti, slapping it down onto the plate that Italy extended at the offer.
"Ve~ pasta!" he responded joyfully.
Germany was watching the younger boy with an amazed, slightly disturbed, and rather awed expression. He had never in his life seen anyone eat that much food in one sitting. Even Prussia couldn't eat that much at one time.
They were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing, Prussia immediately responding by leaping to his feet, racing over toward the door, and throwing it open excitedly. "Hey, Tonio! Glad you could make it with Romano!"
Spain was standing on the front step, grinning as usual, with Romano seated on his shoulders. "Hey, Gil. Great to see you too."
Romano scowled at the older nation, one of his hands fisting tightly in Spain's hair, the other one clenching a tomato-shaped sippy-cup to his chest. Spain carefully ducked down as he passed through the door, careful that he didn't allow Romano to hit his head.
"Is Francis here yet?" Spain questioned, as he walked over to the couch, attempting to dislodge his charge from his perch. Failing rather miserably too, as Romano refused to let go of his hair.
"Ow, Lovi~, let go, por favor."
"I don't wanna get down."
That kid had a grip. Spain winced in pain as Romano pulled even harder, finally deciding to just let him remain in place, since he really didn't feel like going bald right now. Instead he sat down on the couch and sighed, "Lovi, why are you being so difficult today?"
The child ignored him and instead stared around at the surroundings. Suddenly noticing his brother and Germany watching him. He directed a glare toward Germany and then flashed a slightly less irritated scowl toward Italy. Who ignored it and instead climbed down from his chair at the kitchen table, walked over to the couch, and climbed up beside Spain. Then he grabbed at his brother's foot, as it was the only available body part in reach. "Fratello~!"
Romano kicked at him, although he didn't actually make contact.
"Why don't you go play with your brother, Lovi?" Spain questioned.
"Don't wanna."
Of course, because that would be too easy.
And now the doorbell rang again, Prussia returning to the door and throwing it open. "Hey, Francis!"
France was beaming almost as brightly as Spain had been, each hand occupied by a little colony's hand. Canada was standing on his right side, clutching his polar bear against his chest and staring up at the Prussian shyly. America was standing on the left, staring into the house with bright, curious eyes.
"Hey, kids!" he remarked, kneeling down. "Ludwig, Feli, and Lovi are already inside. Why don't you go play with them? There's pasta too, if Feli hasn't eaten it all yet."
America immediately broke free, darting down the hallway toward the food, while Canada just remained there, hiding behind France's legs as he stared up at the albino.
"Good morning, mon cher!" France exclaimed, as he stepped inside, dragging the reluctant colony after him. He noticed Spain sitting on the couch and beamed even more brightly. "Antoine, you beat me here. So we can get started immediately, then!" He skipped forward and dropped onto the couch beside Italy, grinning at the still scowling Romano.
Prussia closed the door behind him, locking it after thinking for a moment. "Yep, no problems here. So, how are we gonna do this?"
"Well, I shall obviously go first, as I am the master of l'amour. Then you can follow up and Antoine will end it."
"What are we gonna do with Feli and Lovi, though?" Spain questioned. "Aren't they still too little to hear all this?"
Romano had reacted to his name being said by tugging harder on the nation's hair. Spain winced in response to the abuse.
"It's never too early to learn about l'amour!" France replied, taking this opportunity to lift the giggling Italy into his lap and began cuddling him affectionately. "Especially when you're as cute as mon cher Italie."
"Ve~ France-nii~" Italy cuddled up to his big brother figure's chest, pleased by the attention he was receiving. Romano's glare only increased in intensity at that.
"All right…" Prussia started, as he moved toward a table that he'd covered with a sheet earlier this morning, just in case Austria and Hungary decided to check out the house before dropping off their precious charge. He was actually a little surprised that they hadn't gone on some intense mission to make sure everything was safe for their little 'angel'. They must have been really desperate to find someone to take the adorable little thing for them.
And he was suddenly distracted from his path by a loud crash from the kitchen.
At that, Prussia immediately glanced toward Spain. No, Romano was still sitting on his shoulders, attempting to get the last drops of tomato juice from his cup.
"Mathieu!" France was immediately on his feet, hurriedly carrying Italy with him into the other room. Spain followed curiously, Romano banging the cup against his head a couple times in complaint, while Prussia and Germany brought up the rear.
The crowd then walked into the kitchen to see two little North American colonies sitting on the floor, surrounded by shards of porcelain and absolutely covered in spaghetti.
America seemed worse off in that area, strands of pasta hanging from his blond hair, which almost looked red now from the tomato sauce, as did his formerly white shirt. Canada wasn't quite as messy, although he had been splattered with sauce and had a few noodles hanging from his shirt and hair. He looked like he was about to burst into tears, though, probably more scared by the noise than anything else.
America just looked confused, as he looked up at the older nations who were staring at him in amazement.
And then Italy started to cry. "Pasta~!! Pasta went 'smash'!!"
Romano just looked at the mess for a few seconds, apparently trying to decide how he felt about this. Then he started to bang the sippy cup against Spain's dark hair again. "More! More!"
Canada looked up at the adults, his violet eyes starting to swim with tears. France immediately plopped Italy into Prussia's empty arms, almost startling him into dropping the kid, and then hurried over to Canada and scooped him up, cooing to him in French and rubbing his back soothingly.
"Well…" Prussia glanced around the room, catching the eye of his little brother, who was staring at the mess on the floor from the doorway in horror. "How about we get America and Canada cleaned up and then start? Hey, Luddy, why don't you clean up for us in here, 'kay, thanks!" And then he was out of the door and halfway up the stairs with Italy before anyone else had a moment to react. "Slow pokes!" he yelled down to the others, causing Italy to giggle in amusement.
France just shook his head and bent down to pull America into his unoccupied arm. "I don't even want to know how this happened."
"Lovi~ please stop? I'll get you some more tomato juice when we get home."
A/N: Awww, these kids are way too cute…
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