Music is a good inspiration for drabbles.
Disclaimer-I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers, but if I did…
Warning: Face Family ( you know France, America, Canada and England) Why? Because it's cute, dammit. Oh and feedback would be appreciated.
Right Thru Me
11) Memory- America remembers the day he and Romano first confessed to each other. It was after one of those chaotic world meetings where once again, nothing was solved. America smiles a little at that. After he left the room, that's when Romano cornered him in the empty hall, determined eyes yet shaky body language. America remembers how those hazel eyes darted over everything in the hall, how his scowl softened with every word he spoke. He remembers the heat rising to his face with his own confession a few days later. What he vividly remembers is Romano's blushing face, soft smile, warm skin and newly opened heart.
12) Insanity-This is a joke; it has to be.
He can't believe his eyes. He glances over to his brother but his expression doesn't help him at all. He turns back to the scene before him then whipped his head away. He can't encourage, no shouldn't encourage this behavior but those hips. He surrenders to his internal battle and gives in to temptation. Yes this is insanity but Romano decides that America should wear the sexy waiter costume more often.
13) Misfortune- Lady Luck was kindly flipping America the bird today.
He woke up late this morning, thanks to his self-serving alarm clock not spending the night. Since he woke up late, he arrived to the G8 meeting (the one HE was hosting) late. His speech went by well until he presented the wrong information on trade agreements; he was promptly chewed out for this by England for 45 minutes after. Then his parents, France and England, had to remind him of their family dinner tonight. When he finally left, America groaned at the fact that he had to walk home and cursed when the skies opened up and rain poured down. Shivering and soaked to the bone, America reached the halfway point to his house and was about to cross the street when something warm and dry draped his shoulders. Italy Romano, his lover, stood next to him attached to an umbrella handle and irritably mumbled something in Italian. America couldn't help the warm feeling that rose in his heart.
"Thanks babe." Romano blushed and looked away.
"Don't get used to it."
14) Smile- It was a known fact that Romano didn't smile. It wasn't as if he didn't know how to smile, more like he never felt the need to. Sure there were some occasions and situations that were joyous and made him feel good inside but reality isn't all sunshine and unicorns crapping rainbows. Life is hard and besides, he feels that his brother smiles enough for the both of them for at least a lifetime, or however long nations live. But there are rare instances where Romano drops his guard and lets his real self through. When he's alone with America, in their seldom moments of intimacy, he shows his romantic side. With fingers interlaced, breathing even and gazes locked onto each other, the moment fills Romano's heart with tranquility and the Italian's lips slide into a soft smile.
15) Silence-America usually had something to say about every possible scenario that could ever happen everyday. He was ready for the other nations to come running to him and begging him to genetically engineer his superhero Globo-Man for when global warming becomes too much to handle, he was ready for Canada to finally grow a pair and tell him off, he was ready for his father to stop molesting his 'mother' in public. This moment however, left the blonde nation speechless. Romano had one arm around his waist, pulling the younger nation closer to himself. He intertwines their fingers together and snuggles his face into America's shoulder. America is so shocked at this public display of affection that he can't udder a single word.
Romano smirked to himself.
16) Questioning- Romano stared intently out of his window, mulling over the question posed by his younger brother earlier.
'Fratello! When did you and America get together?'
At the time his reply had been 'A few months ago dipstick.' but now that he thought about it, the question should have been 'How did you and America get together?' Romano knows that he's not all that special or noticeable to the rest of the world and he knows that he's not the most interesting person to be around. Whenever people think of Italy they think of his brother before him, his grandfather chose Veneziano over him, hell even Spain wanted to trade him for his brother when they were younger. Their personalities are damn near polar opposites, so why did America stay with him? What about him was so great that America couldn't get enough of? What is the basis of this relationship?
Romano continued to stare out the window until a blonde head popped up and a shout of 'ROMANO!' was heard through the open windowpane. The startled Italian yelped and fell off the chair he was reclining in. After regaining his composure and dignity he slammed the window shut and stomped off, wondering why he was in a relationship with that idiota.
17) Anxiety- America felt as if he was about to die. He was ready for the world conference to be over so he could get out of this uncomfortable chair, go out to eat with his brother, dragging said brother to go harass England then get kicked out of England's house by France telling them how he was about to invade their 'mother' England's vital regions and most of all, to go and cuddle his irritable Italian lover. He glanced over the table at Romano and caught his gaze, winked at him and received an embarrassed glare in return.
18) Want- Romano forcefully kicked down the front door to America's home. He stormed inside and searched the premises, looking for any sign of his boyfriend. He didn't have to search for long because music floating down the hallway directed him to the living room, where his partner was shouting along to a song on the radio. With as much stealth as he could muster, Romano stalked up to America, who was facing away from him. The Italian reached up and grabbed his blonde by the infamous bomber jacket, ripping it from his shoulders. When the nation turned to see who dared to ambush a hero, Romano seized his shoulders and slammed him up against the nearest wall, assaulting America's lips with hungry kisses. The blonde promptly yelped against Romano's mouth when the Italian's hands began to wander his body, rubbing and groping his sensitive skin. When they finally broke apart for oxygen, America stuck to the wall, touched a finger to his swollen lips and stared at the Italian in front of him.
"I was not ready for that."
19) Gray- If their relationship could be described in colors, theirs would be gray. America would be the white that brightened the color, the light that paved the way to the future. He'd be the more optimistic and positive shade of the color, always standing by and ready to make a happy ending out of a bad situation. He would represent the color of innocence and purity, untainted by the evils of the world. On the other hand, Romano would be the black that darkened the color, the shadow hidden from the light. He'd be the cynical and bleaker part of the color, standing back and casting doubt upon the world. He would represent the realism compared to the fairy tales that not every story has a happy ending. When these two colors blended, America's white and Romano's black, they created something that neither could comprehend. Somehow their opposite personalities blended and molded together into a nice shade of gray and neither would have it any other way.
20) Fireworks- America loved his birthday. He loved celebrating it in flashy and fantabulous ways, a trait he'd acquired from France. Every year he'd celebrate with lavish backyard barbeques and invite every nation he's ever come into contact with. Every year America would sit back with Canada and watch the usual loving animosity between their Papa France and Momma England, along with the fights of the rest of the countries. Every year everyone would calm their squabbles and relax in America's backyard with their special someone to watch the show of fireworks that his people did in celebration of their independence; and every year America would feel the pangs of loneliness clawing at his heart.
This year was different.
This year America didn't feel those claws that he was so used to pawing at his heart. This year America had his own special someone that he could share a blanket with and cuddle against, hug to his chest and fondle inappropriately. As America moved to lay his head down in Romano's lap, the Italian blushed and mumbled a small 'Happy birthday bastard' before moving his hand to finger comb America's blonde locks. The younger nation glanced up and caught the older nation's hazel eyes. In that spilt second, America swore he saw more fireworks in Romano's eyes than he did in the sky.
