A/N Umm...This was hard to write for some reason. I don't know why. It just was.

Himaruya Hidekaz owns Hetalia, but if I did...I don't know...I'm running out of things I would change...


Chapter 2: Don't Be Offended By My Frank Anylaysis

He couldn't believe what he was looking at. A bunch of tacky t-shirts with superhero logo's on them, pants with stains on them, three pairs of shoes (two of the pairs being sneakers), and barley anything that would even be considered a decent outfit. Romano looked over his sholder to see America sitting on his bed, he had gottten bored and started reading some comic about some bat guy. He rolled his eyes and continued to look through his ensamble, if he could call it that.

"Hey bastard, don't you have anything decent?" He asked him, America looked up from the comic.
"What do you mean? That stuff is just what I wear under my bomber or when I'm lounging around." America answered him. Romano groaned when America said that, he still had that jacket? That thing had to be at least 50-60 years, couldn't he get a new one? Speaking of which, he happen to come across it hanging in the closet. The jacket was definatly starting to show it's age, the leather was beginning to peel, it smelled like sweat, and the colour was fading. Romano scoffed and threw it behind him.

"HEY! Careful with that! It was a gift from a friend!" America whined. Romano looked over his sholder again to see America dropped his comic to hold the bomber in his hands. He had a tiny bit of sentiment come across his face, before hanging it back up in the closet. Again, Romano found himself rolling his eyes at the sight.

'Idiot'

Romano thought to himself. He noticed that America didn't go back to seat, he just stood there and watched as he handled another shirt and pants. Romano raised an eye brow as America just kept smiling at him. Just standing there watching him look through his things with some intrigue.

'What's this guy's problem?'

He thought to himself again. He sighed and grabbed some of the shirts that were on the floor before turning to face him. "Look bastard, if your just going to stand there like an idiot, then hold these things." Romano procceded to hand America the shirts.

"What do you want me to do with these?" America asked.

"Throw them out obviously." Romano answered as he turned around to the pile of clothes that he wanted thrown out, that would leave the closet almost empty. Save a few decent dress shirts, some ties, one pair of black pants and three pairs of shoes.

"What? But this almost all of my stuff!" America said in protest as Romano gave him some more things that he wanted in the garbage.

"I know, that's why I want to take you shopping for something more...fashionable." Romano continued to pile on more articles of clothing on America's growing load. Romano was about to throw another bat symbol shirt onto that load, had he not heard a loud thump and America mumble an ow. He turned around to see him covered in a mountin of shirts and pants. America himself had a blue shirt with a red enblem on his head, but Romano could still see a stupid grin grace his face.

"Oops" America simply said as he took off the shirt and stood.

" 'Oops' my ass" Romano bent down and started throwing clothes on the bed. "Now help me clean this mess."

"This 'mess' is all I have here, this apratment is only my city home, most of my other stuff is at my actual home in..."

"I don't care, just help me." Romano said with annoyance in his tone. America mumbled something and knelt down to help Romano. They threw the clothes onto the bed, to at least get them off the floor. Romano reached for a black shirt with some band he's never heard of but felt a hand touch his. Romano jumped and looked at America who was not even looking at him but was blushing slightly, he took his hand away and reached for something else.
Romano felt his face warm up a little as the feeling of America's touch lingered.

'What the hell was that?'

Why was he getting so blushy? He was holding America's hand before and he didn't feel like this. So why was it such a big deal now? He looked again at America who continued to toss shirts onto the bed, but he was still blushing and avoiding eye contact. Did he feel it too? Romano wanted to bash his head against a wall for what he was thinking. He was about ready to do so, if America hadn't said something.

"Uh...S-S-So do you want me to really throw all this out. I mean...That's a lot of crap." America said, still avoiding eye contact. Romano coughed before speaking agian.

"You know what America, let's just forget the clothes for now, besides I'm going to buy you new outfits anyway." Romano threw some of the last shirts on the bed. "I think now it's time to work on your hair."

"Wait, what's wrong with my hair?" America said again as if he was offended.

"Everything is wrong with your hair" Romano grabbed America's arm lifting him off the ground to take him to the bathroom. "I'm going to show you how to fix it up a little." he flicked the little curl on America's head, making him shudder when he did.

"Your curl does that too?" Romano asked him.

"Do what?"

"N-Nevermind" Romano dug through the drawers to find a brush or comb. While America continued to ask questions.

"What about the bandages? I can't take them off for another day or so."

"Shut up, I'll work around them." Romano stated holding some hair gel and a comb. He placed the comb down and squirted some of the gel onto his hands. He rubbed them together and started messing with his hair. At first he gelled it all back, but taking a good look at him, he realised it made him look a bit like Germany.

"Nah" Again he messed with it, taking the comb to brush it down and stepped back. Now it made him look like Finland.

"No" Once more Romano messed with America's hair. He ran his hands through America's hair to fix it again and ruffled it a little, until it seemed to fall into place, the curl even managed to pop back up. Romano stroked his chin looked at the style.

"...It'll do for now." He finally managed to say. America took a look in the mirror and frowned.

"It looks...like I had it before..."

"Well not really...Y-You know what let me try something else." Romano tried to take America's glasses, only for him to jump back.

"What do you want with Texas!"

"Te...Look I'm just going to take them off for a second, I want to see how you look without them." Romano told him, trying again to reach for America's glasses.

"Hey! I look just as good with them on!" America protested again.

"What's the big deal? I just want to see what you look like without them." Romano argued, making one more attempt for his glasses. America didn't move this time and let him remove Texas from his face. Romano couldn't believe it, America had the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. They were like a warm summer's sky that just went on forever. He could of sworn that they glowed like the sun, it was almost as if...

"Yo, Romano. You okay?" America asked, snapping his fingers. Romano shook his head to shake his trance. He placed the glasses back on America's face.

"Y-You k-know what. Y-You do look better with them on" Romano said in a shaky voice.
America gave Romano a grin that said 'told you so'. He rolled his eyes at America's cockyness.

"Shut up." Romano said. America chuckled as Romano said that. "Let's try the hair again." Romano stated, ruffling America's hair again.


After a hour of fixing his hair and rummaging through America's stuff, had Romano finally found something he liked. He had America put on a blue dress shirt, that one pair of black pants (that were most definatly not doing him justice) and a nice tie that brought out his eyes.

"See, don't you look great?" Romano crossed his arms, it wasn't much, but it was a good start.

"I-I don't know 'mano, it doesn't look like..." America paused, looking at himself in the mirror. "What? What doesn't it look like?" Romano encouraged him to continue, curious as to what he was going for.

"Well...It doesn't look like...me." America said. Romano raised a brow to his statement. Wasn't that the point?

"America...relax. I know what I'm doing." Romano said proudly. America ignored what he said and continued to examine himself. Romano frowned, knowing he was being ignored.

"Hey! I know what's missing!" America said, he ran to the closet and grabbed his bomber and put it on. He ran backed to the mirror and smiled.

"Ah, much better." America ignored Romano when his face met his palm.

"You idiot! What do you think your doing?" Romano went up and quickly took America's bomber off like it was barley on. Romano held it while America turned around impressed at what Romano did.

"Wow, that was kinda cool."

"Shut it, I'm trying to help you and you keep doing shit like this." Romano waved the jacket in his face.

"But there's nothing wrong with me, I don't need help because I'm fine just the way I am." America said proudly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Romano tossed the jacket back at him and grabbed another dress shirt, a red one.

"Here try this one on." America pouted but did as he was told, he took off the tie and quickly took off his shirt, exposing his naked chest; Romano couldn't help but admire the body, he was amazed that for someone who's diet conciested of nothing but hamburgers and junk food, he kept a good figure. Muscular, broad, and very...smooth.

"Yo Romano, your trailing off on me again." America said while buttoning the last button on his shirt. Romano shook his head. What was he thinking?

"Ro~ma~no! What do you think?" America asked. Romano examined the shirt, it didn't work, colour didn't look right and it made him look oddly shaped.

"Take it off, it looks horrible on you." Romano waved him off. America mubled something and did as he was told, again taking off the shirt, leaving his chest bare. Romano again admired his body.

'How does he do it?'

"Well, that's all I have that you approve of." America sighed while putting another shirt on, the blue one with the red emblem.

"That's true, what time does most of the stores close?" Romano asked, picking up the discarded shirt.

"Umm...Around 9:30 I believe." America said looking at his watch. Romano took a look at his watch as well, noticing he's been at America's for two hours, without calling Venziano to let him know where he was. He was so busy worring about America he almost forgot about his brother.

"Okay, here's our new plan. I need to make a stop at my hotel and change. After that, we'll hit as many clothing shops as possible to get your new woredrobe started. Then tomorrow morning we can go from there. How do you like that plan?" Romano asked America, who had not been paying attention and went back to his comic.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah fine with me." America said, turning the page of his comic. Romano's palm again met his face. He should of know better.


Romano opened the room and entered, with America behind him, whistling a silly tune.

"Veneziano? You here?" Romano called for him.

"Oh! Romano there you are!" Veneziano cried, almost coming out of nowhere to hug his older brother. Romano hugged him back. Not noticing a warm smile come across America's face at the sight.

"You could of called if you were so worried." Romano told him.

"But France said that you would call me if anything was wrong, so I didn't...Oh, Hi America!" Veneziano waved to him, just noticing he was there. America said nothing but gave him a small nod. He was also the recipiant of one of Veneziano's hugs.

"I never got to thank you for saving my brother's life ~ve! Thank you so much!" He said, giving America the biggest hug he could muster.

"Hey, no prob Italy. Like I told your bro Romano, it's what hero's do!" America said, not really hugging him back but patting his back.

"How can I repay you?" Veneziano asked.

"Nothing, Romano's doing enough as it is." He explained, causing Veneziano to veh-in confusion. "He's giving me a 'makeover' " America made qoutations when he said the word.

"Oh, you are Romano?" Veneziano asked his brother. Who nodded in response.

"But first I want to change before we get going, so why don't you two sit and watch tv or something." Romano said, in his hands were a change of clothes and another pair of shoes. America shrugged his sholders while following Veneziano where the tv was. Romano entered the bathroom and began stripping off his suit and tie. All the while he could hear a mumbled conversation between his brother and America. He couldn't really hear anything they were saying, maybe America was being an idiot and so was Veneziano, talking about God knows what idiots talk about.

He pulled over a green polo shirt, when he heard America's laugh bleed through the walls. What was that moron laughing about? He let his curiosity got the best of him and opened the door slightly to hear what they were saying.

"No, no, no. I'm not insulted...Well maybe a little, but Romano seems really determined to get this done. So I'm thinking 'why the hell not?' " America said to Veneziano. "I just wish I didn't have to throw out all my stuff though..."

"Yeah, I'm just hoping that you don't think that Romano is too mean, cause he's really a nice guy once you get to know him." Veneziano said, causing America to chuckle.

"I know that. Romano's really cool, I like him." America said. When Romano heard that, his face warmed up. He sounded, so sincire about it. He liked him? "If I didn't like him, I wouldn't be doing this. Besides, I've gone through all of this before." America admitted.

"Really? Someone's already tried?" Veneziano asked with intrige.

"Well...France tried 'helping' me once, but gave up after...an hour. Saying I was a lost cause." America said bluntly, like it didn't matter.

"I don't understand why he would give so easily. I'll admit, you're a very attractive man ~ve." Veneziano said.

"Thanks!"

"But you would be so much more handsome if you would just fix yourself up a bit ~ve!"

"...Thanks?"

"I'm serious! I really think this is good for you! I bet you'll get all the ladies once Romano's done with you ~ve!"
He heard another laugh coming from America.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be a regular cassanova. Like France."

"No, no, no America! Don't be like France! Just be nice and...Maybe Romano could teach you, he's so good with women Well, I'm not so bad myself, but Romano's a good teacher, so I know your in good hands." Veneziano praised him. Romano shiftted his weight against the door to try and open it a little more so he could hear more of his praises.

Next thing he knew, the door opened too far. His face landed on the floor with his backside up in the air. He could hear Veneziano and America rush over to check on him.

"Whoa, Romano...What happened?" America asked, trying to pick him up.

"N-Nothing, I-I-I was going to get something and...and...I...I-I..." Romano couldn't finish his sentence. His face getting so red and he felt so embarresed that he couldn't form a word of any kind, not to mention that he had no pants on and just his briefs, and after all that prasie Veneziano gave him, this is how he shows it? He couldn't imagine what America was thinking.

"Well. Okay then. Whatcha need?" America asked as soon as Romano was standing.

"Um...A-A belt...The black one." Romano lied.

"You mean this one?" Veneziano said handing him the black leather belt with the silver buckle. Romano just nodded his head, grabbed it, ran back into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. His heart was racing from the embarassment of the moment. He couldn't think about what America thought of him at that moment. It was something he wished to forget.

"Yo, Romano, how much longer are you going to be in there? It's like 4:30!" America said through the door. "I know bastard! Just hold on, I'll be right out." Romano yelled back, while pulling his pants over his legs. After putting the (unessesary) belt around his waist, he examine himself, to check for any wrinkles on the shirt or if he looked good.

'Not bad' He thought to himself. He looked good enough.
Just before he grab the door knob, it open for him. With America standing there, smiling that boyish smile of his.

"I didn't want to to trip and fall again." America said still smiling. He was making fun of him! Romano growled at America for what he said.

'That ass!'

Romano responded by walking past him, not looking him in the eye.

"What did I say?"America questioned while Romano grabbed a jacket.

"Nothing, Let's just get going, bastard." Romano growled again.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Brother, can I come too?" Veneziano begged. Romano glanced at his brother to see that had his shoes on, his fixed himself up, and he had his wallet with him. How could he say no.

"Fine. You can tag along, but remeber we're here for him" Romano pointed to America "So don't buy anything for yourself or Germany. Got it?" he asked him. Veneziano nodded his head quickly and skipped passed them and through the door. America laughed while Romano couldn't believe he now had to look after two morons now. Though, what America said about France had his intrest.

If France couldn't do it, whoes to say he wouldn't be successful? What made him different from France? Well for one thing he wasn't a pervert, second he was not ready to give up, third he could do this. America was a stubborn man, that's for sure. However, if he was willing to go along with it, then he this could go easier than he thought. Then again, he is very resistant about it as well, if that's the case then he would of told him to beat it. He just cannot give up though. Even though America was the toughest case he's seen so far. But he is damn determind to successed, no matter what.


A/N I was told that Italian American's invented the mall. That's kinda cool I think. What does this have to do with the story? Absolutly nothing.

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