The Long Walk Ch 4

Romano was frozen in place, trying to think how to get away before anybody sees. The voice is very familiar to him but just cant put a name to it.

''Oh! Ciao Prussia~! Here in the living room~!'' Veneciano creeted, 'Damn it Vene! What did just said about this hole meeting thing!?' Romano practually (i really can't spell to save my life) screamed in his head. Romano tried to form a idea to get away but since Veneciano was still hugging him tight it was hard to get away.
The prussian already go to the living room to greet Vene. ''How are ya cute little- WOAH! There is two of you!? That's awesome! Tell me how that happend? I want a clone of the awesome me!'' He was amazed about it and ended up rambling what kind of awesome things he could do if there was two of him.
'' Vee~ accually Prussia this is-'' ''Mon ami what are you talking about two Italys?'' The rest of the bad touch trio came to see what is going on, but were too focused on prussia to see the italy brothers. 'I really cant believe they are really this stupid...but it has been long time...and last time i saw these three they were only at the wars.' Romano was thinking about the memories of these three thou, they werent the most good memories he (in a weird way) kinda missed this.

While France was trying to calm Prussia, Spain noticed the the older italian 'He...he looks so familiar...the dark hair, the cute curl and the colden eyes. but...i cant put a name to it.'. France seemed to notice his friend thinking hard and notices himself the italian ''Oh~? What's this~?'' He seemed interested on this and made his way to Romano and took his hand to kiss it. ''And what might be your name mon cher~?'' He was going to kiss the hand but got hit right before his lips were touching his hand. '' Dont you fucking dare to touch me you wine bastard! And i wont in no way in hell tell my name!''
While Romano was yelling and Veneiano trying to call him down, Spain was in the background thinking that who might this other italian be. ' All that swearing, and calling a bastard reminds me of someone..' that is when it wa strarting to click in his head, he was interrupted by the younger italian. ''Vee~ How about we explain this all with some pasta~''

When everyone agreed they moved to kitchen to eat and talk about all kinds of stuff...well Romano was just eating quietly and nervous. ' I dont know if i can do this...he would find out it is me and...and just say all those things again...those horrible things that made me leave in the first place..' Romano was feeling like almost crying but refused to. ''Are you okay amigo?'' Romano was snapped from his thoughts and looked at the spanish man, who is sitting across him. ''O-Of coure i am, you idiot!'' he answered, looking away.
'The way he says that i am a idiot, and the looks away all red...' and then it clicked him. He stood up quickly and ran around the table with others looking curiosly him, he went up to Romano and hug the smaller man tightly in his chest. ''W-What!? Why are you hugging me bastard!? Let go!'' Romano struggeled in his arms until he heard Spain muttering in his hair. ''No...i wont let you go...not again...i missed you so much...my tomatino...little cute Roma...''

A/N: I really cant write long chapters now can i?...