Romano and the Former Nations Club
Dark Lady Devinity
A/N: This is a quick little chapter just to set things up for the next chapters.
Warnings: Slash; Prussia x South Italy
Chapter Two
Northern Ireland was an imposing woman when she wanted to be.
"We are having a bake sale. Shut up Prussia." The fiery haired nation said, stopping Prussia before he complained about how un-awesome a bake sale was. "We need to raise funds for the next club meeting and this is an easy way of going about it. And now that Lovino has joined us we can make use of that famed Italian cooking."
South Italy shifted uncomfortably as everyone turned to look at him. He had been quickly adopted into the group simply because no one knew what else to do with him. Everyone had their own theories as to why he wanted to join but they didn't voice these out loud for fear of alienating the nation. Still, South Italy knew that everyone was paying him extra attention and he wasn't use to it. Also, the club members all called each other by their human names and he found it strange to be called Lovino after years of "South Italy" or "Romano" or, worse yet, "Lovi."
"It's Feliciano that's famous for his cooking. Not me." Romano said.
"Don't a lot of Italian dishes call for tomatoes?" Gran Columbia asked. "I heard that you loved tomatoes. I remember that Antonio was really excited when he imported them to Europe and you didn't throw them at him."
At Italy's horrified look, Gran Columbia said, "Antonio talked a lot about you when he wasn't conquering my sisters and brothers. I believe that you're more like a son to him than a minion… he can't approve of your crush on Gilbert, can he?"
Gran Columbia was one of the former nations that believed Romano had joined because he had a crush on Prussia. She had taken Prussia's announcement that Romano had joined to be near Prussia's awesomeness with a grain of salt but at the same time she really thought that something could be developing between the two males. It only confirmed her suspensions when the tomato loving nation yelped in horror and turned that infamous shade of cherry tomato red.
"What does that have to do with the bake sale?" Northern Ireland asked.
"Hey, can I ask Mama to make something?" Sealand suddenly piped up.
"No." everyone said very firmly.
"Why not?" Sealand asked.
"We're a secret club, kid." Scotland explained. "How would you explain to your, er, parents, that you needed a tray of cookies or something without mentioning us?" He didn't add that most of the nations present thought that Finland's idea of candy was scary.
Suddenly, the door to the empty conference room the Former Nations Club was hanging out in was opened. Everyone blinked at England, who just stared back at them.
"Why are all of you hiding in a conference room when the meetings ended this afternoon? Everyone's been looking for you so we could check out of the hotel." England stated.
The Former Nations all looked at each other, trying to think of a good reason why they would be gathered in a room together without revealing the club. England narrowed his eyes- and, in effect, his massive eyebrows- when he realised that Northern Ireland was the only one standing, her serious face on, as if she was in charge of a battalion and revealing the day's plans for attack.
"Ilane," England said darkly, "you aren't planning on dying my eyebrows pink again are you? Don't you remember what happened last time?"
"I fear no fairy's curse, baby brother." Northern Ireland said boastfully. "And I was thinking that everyone here would be interested in seeing your hair dyed neon orange this time around."
The two siblings quickly started fighting and Wales and Scotland jumped right in. England didn't stand a chance. Meanwhile, the other nations snuck their way past the constantly arguing siblings and out into the corridor of the conference building.
Everyone stood around to watch the bickering for a few moments before South Italy suddenly found himself bombarded with email addresses while he was forced to rapidly scrawl his own out on random scraps of paper.
"I'll email you about the bake sale as soon as Ilane sends me the details." Gran Columbia said cheerfully. "I'm really glad to have you with us."
Romano nodded at the friendly republic before she hurried off to find her siblings. As Romano was caught up in a swell of goodbyes, Prussia watched. When nearly everyone had left, he threw his arm around Romano's shoulders and ignored the tensing of the muscles in the smaller nation's body.
"What do you think you're doing?" Romano asked.
"Acting like we're friends, of course." Prussia laughed. "Everyone in the club is buddies with each other. Anyway, I figure you and I will be teamed up on a lot of club missions seeing as our brothers hang out all the time. It won't look too strange if we start seeing more of each other."
"So?" Italy asked.
Prussia shrugged. "Well, I think we should get to know each other more. That way, we can back each other up when one of us needs to cover for the club or something. I'm too awesome to keep secrets so I kind of was hoping that you could help me not blow our cover to Ludwig."
South Italy scrunched up his nose at that. "I really don't want that potato bastard finding out that I joined a club for former nations when I'm still nationy."
"Greet. So you'll meet me for dinner next week!" Prussia said.
To most, if not all normal people, that would sound like a date. South Italy blushed for what seemed like the millionth time in the last few days but this time he managed to pull off a subtle pink hue. Prussia didn't even notice. He was already laughing and walking away, plotting aloud another doomed plan to embarrass Austria and the items he needed to add to his grocery list.
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I think you can expect to see the Former Nations Club throughout the entire story. They will have a role to play in poor Romano's life.