"Damn Veneziano. I'm fucking missing my siesta because of you." Romano gumbled, pulling up into Germany's driveway in his yellow Lamborghini. He been driving for over two hours to pick up his brother from the German's house after he didn't return from training for lunch and siesta. The southern Italian shut the door to his car roughly, marching up to the front door. He threw it open without a second thought and entered into the living room.
Said room was relatively empty, except a pile of blankets on the armchair by the windows. Two light blonde cat ears poked out from the top hole.
"Did that bastard get a cat? Fucking animal hoarder. What's next a parakeet?" He scoffed, walking over and, despite his disdainful words he began to scratch the ears.
"Damn potato bastard." He said softly. A soft purring soon filled the room.
"Dammit Italy. I'm trying to sleep. Stop touching me." Germany said groggily, throwing the blanket off his head. Romano pulled his hand away as if he had touched fire, his face twisted in disgust and horror. Germany felt his stomach drop when he quickly realized that it wasn't his sweet, innocent, air-headed Italian. But rather his foul-mouthed, ill-tempered and ill-mannered older brother.
"What the fucking hell are those things on your head? Is this some sort of new and sick fetish of yours?" Romano spat in utter disgust.
"Please don't start. If you want Italy, he's upstairs with Prussia and Japan." Germany replied calmly, the blanket weighing down his tail's twitching. There was a brief pause before Romano leaned down and began tugging and yanking at Germany's ears.
"Please stop. That hurts." Romano laughed in response.
"You look like a freak." Germany glared. Romano only laughed more.
"What's wrong? Is kitty getting angry?" Mocked the Italian.
"Yes, now please stop." Germany asked again, grabbing onto Romano's wrist trying to pull it off of his ear.
"No. This is by far too much fun. You look like a fucking freak. To think, if everyone found out about this…"
"You wouldn't."
"Try me." Germany growled. Romano smirked in reply. "No one would want to be with you. They'd think you're some freak of nature and try to avoid you as much as possible. No one would love you. You'd be all alone. Like after that damned wa-"
"You are going too far Romano!" Germany growled again, baring his teeth slightly.
Romano was about to make a smart remark but was unable to when Italy came bounding into the room.
"Ve~ Germany are you up yet…." His expression fell when he saw his brother. "Ve~ fratello, what are you doing?" The younger Italian asked innocently.
"Nothing, just talking to the potato bastard. And I came to pick you up." Romano said, letting go of Germany's ear and putting his hands on his hips. Germany rubbed his ear tenderly, hoping it would ease the pain slightly.
"Ve~ You could have just called the house and tell me to come home. It would have saved you the trip."
"Tch, well you should've called and have told me you were going to be late!" Romano yelled. Italy whimpered.
"V-ve~ I'm sorry fratello. It wasn't on purpose. I swear I would have but I forgot your number. Ve~ I'm sorry."
"Tch, whatever. Let's go home Veneziano"
"Ve~ okay…I'm sorry if my fratello bothered you Germany." Italy said, hugging the German lovingly. "I'll come back tomorrow to keep you company!" He chirped cheerfully, letting go and following his brother out the door.
Germany watched the Italian as he climbed into his red Ferrari, speeding off after Romano's yellow Lamborghini. Sighing; he made his way over to the fridge opening the door and grabbing a beer from it, just as Prussia was walking down the stairs.
"Hey, West. I was looking up some stuff on the internet and- DON'T DRINK THAT!" He yelled, jumping the rest of the stairs and racing up to grab the beer from his brother's hand.
"Why not? It's not like it's poisonous… Wait let me rephrase that, one beer won't kill me."
"In the condition you're in it could." Prussia said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"What do you mean?" Prussia showed him the laptop screen, which he somehow managed to not drop and break. (Of which had happened several times before) Germany read the page.
Much to his dismay; the page listed several foods the German often ate. Germany gave Prussia a look.
"Why did you research this?" He asked. Prussia shrugged.
"I've heard there were certain things that you couldn't feed to a cat that were extremely deadly to them and I just wanted to see what those things were."
"Huh. I guess I should thank you for that." Germany said. Prussia nodded, taking a swig of the beer.
"You're welcome. And see, this works out well for the both of us. You don't die, and I get a free beer." Prussia grinned.
"And you get to eat everything else I can't." Prussia chuckled, grinning.
"Hey, wanna go watch some T.V?"
"I guess. What's on?"
"Does it matter?" Prussia whined, pulling his younger brother to the couch.
-a few hours later-
"Germany-san, Prussia-san, dinner is ready." Japan said. Prussia turned as he gently stroked his, now sleeping, brother's hair.
"Japan, you're still here? I thought you left a while ago." Japan shook his head.
"No. Since my house is so far from here, I thought it would be easier if I stayed here. I hope you do not mind."
"Of course not. Stay here as long as my brother will let ya." Japan bowed.
"Thank you. I will be sure to do my part during my stay here. At any rate, please come the kitchen to eat before the food gets cold."
"Alright, we'll be there in a little bit. Let me wake up West first." Japan nodded, returning to the kitchen. Prussia gently shook his brother's shoulder.
"West. Hey West, it's time to wake up."
"Hnnn. What time is it?" Germany grumbled, half-asleep.
"Time to get your lazy ass up and eat. Dinner is ready."
"You're the one to talk bruder." Germany yawned, sitting up and stretching.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go eat. I'm starving." Prussia said as he stood, gesturing to the doorway leading to the kitchen before walking out of the living room. Germany followed.
"Ah, Prussia-san, Germany-san. I was worried you wouldn't be coming." Japan said, looking at the two brothers as they entered the kitchen.
"Japan? You're still here" Germany said with surprise.
"Japan and I talked a little before you woke up. He's going to be staying here for a little while."
"Only if you will allow me to, Germany-san"
"That's fine with me."
"Great, great now can we please eat? I'm starved!" Prussia complained loudly.
All three men sat down and began to eat the wonderfully prepared meal Japan had made.
Long after dinner was finished and the dishes were washed everyone went to their designated rooms.
"Hey, bruder, can you sleep with me tonight?"
"Sure, West. What's wrong? Got a case of the creeps?"
"Nein. I just want someone to talk to. I have a feeling I'm going to be staying up late tonight." Prussia nodded.
"Alright."
A/N: *flails* I'm so sorry this sucks! This chapter was completely dissatisfactory for me but I couldn't find anything else to put for this chapter and I had promised Romano would be in this chapter I promise I will get out chapter five as soon as possible! I'm kind of sick right now and might stay home from school so I will hopefully have time to work on it. So please, keep reading and give me feedback! Suggestions for future chapters would help greatly! I also apologize since the updates will be slowing down in frequency at this point but I will do my best to try to get out at least one chapter a week. Thank you! And as always, R&R - CK