Hi it's Tori-chan! This is my first Fanfic, so please be kind.

Summary: Another day, another problem... and another interruption, by Italy. Gerita! Present day-ish WARNING YAOI IN LATER CHAPTERS!

Warnings: Again, YAOI, so please do not read if you do not like yaoi, and foul language from Romano though i suppose he's not in here that much...

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Hetalia in any shape or form, not Axis Powers, not World Series, if i did, well this should give you a good idea of how it would turn out~

Happy Reading!


"Ve~ Romano, he said that he kicked Prussia out so we could be alone. Then he told me he had work to do. Why do you think he would do something like that ve~?" I asked my brother. Maybe I had been sending the wrong signals? Romano had more experience in this field; he and Antonio had been dating for a long time now. Courting human women is a lot easier than courting Germany

"Because he's a bastard, go find someone else" he was rummaging through some drawers.

"Loviiiiinoooo that's not an answer!" I cried out, I wanted his help and he was not helping in the slightest. "Maybe…maybe he doesn't like me, the way I like him." I thought that he did but he was so damn hard to read… maybe I got it wrong though. If he didn't like me like that, then maybe I just ruined our friendship.

Lovino laughed "Yeah, the potato-bastard can't stand the – " he turned around to face me, not finding whatever he had been looking for "Shit, Feliciano, don't make that face," he said softer than normal.

"What's wrong with my face? It's the same as yours!"

"Yeah, but right now, it looks like you're gonna cry. And if you started to cry I would have to drink twice as much tonight to have a good time with that Tomato-bastard and his damned friends…" Lovino rambled on. I had known Ludwig for centuries now, he would have told me to my face if he hated me, wouldn't he? Of course, Norway didn't tell Denmark to his face that he hated him. But maybe Norway didn't really hate Denmark. That means that there's hope for me and Doi-Ludwig. It's going to take me forever to remember to call him Ludwig…

"Ciao, fratello, Feliciano?" Romano yelled at me.

"What Lovino?" I whined.

"Stop thinking about that potato-bastard and help me find a tie. The tomato-bastard is taking us to a stupid French-restaurant, and if I don't dress up the wino is going to be an even bigger headache than normal."

"Why do you and Antonio have such a good relationship?" I said and walked over to my drawers. Lovino didn't own a tie, but I had a few because Ludwig insisted that I look presentable at world meetings.

"Don't call him by his name," fratello was protective of Spain, which Spain didn't need, and Lovino wouldn't admit to "And the tomato-bastard knows who the boss is. There's no awkwardness between us because we're both lovers." I handed him a black tie "That potato-bastard is a fucking fighter, he is completely inept when it comes to sex and love." He walked into the closet to get his suit.

"I guess that makes sense…" Then that just means he's confused right? I'm just not sending strong enough signals, right?

"Of course, he could just be pretending not to realize it. He could just not be that into you…" He paused like he was thinking "That can't be it, I mean, we're Italy, it definitely has to be him, not you." He walked out of the closet "He's eaten too many potatoes and had one too many drunken brawls. Something's not right in his head. So don't even try it with him, find someone else." He stepped in front of the mirror and then walked back into the closet. "Besides if he really liked you he wouldn't have tossed you out."

"But, Lovino, he was really uncomfortable; maybe I was just moving too fast for him…" That was definitely it.

He came back out without a jacket this time and looked at me with an extremely agitated glare "Feliciano, you two have been doing this for centuries, cen-tur-ies. If you don't move quickly now, we're all going to be dead by the time he finally makes a move." (Lovino realized that this was not what he wanted Feliciano to do, he wanted Feli away from that potato-bastard. But what was done was done; he could see the gears turning in his fratello's head.) "Ah, wait, that's not what I meant, ah" Fratello is right, if I want Ludwig I have to go after him, and I have to do it now because he is thick headed.

I turned toward the door; I was going right this minute. "No, Feliciano, don't do it!" Lovino grabbed my sleeve and turned me toward him.

"Why not Lovino? Don't we deserve to be happy like you and Antonio?" He didn't have a comeback for once. I pulled out of his grasp and turned back to the door, I would figure out how to tell Ludwig when I saw him. "Wish me luck Fratello!" I called and closed the door.

"Yeah, whatever," Lovino said then turned back to the mirror, "Well at least I don't have to worry about Switzerland shooting him when he goes cutting through his yard…"


Translations:

Ciao - Hello (Italian) (thank you Konoe3 for correcting me!)

Fratello - Brother (Italian)

I realize this was a really short chapter, but the next one is going to be really long -wiggles eyebrows- and i'm hoping to update by the end of the week~

Also i'm just going to make the little epilogue-thing the end of the next chapter b/c it would be silly on its own.

If you have the time please Review, and feel free to call me out on grammar, spelling, and improper use of foreign languages!

Grazie~