Chapter 3
Hidden Feelings?
Romano shook his head and said "Damn it, I should have punched him not kiss him in that dream!" He was frustrated about the whole thing, but something felt warm inside of him. No, it can't be! He couldn't have, but yet he did! He felt something for Germany and it happened all because of one dream! 'Wait, maybe it happened because of the food Feliciano gave to me when he visited Germany…yeah that must be it! I did eat it for the last two days to make him shut up' he thought, trying to figure out why he had a dream he least expected. "Damn it I knew that stuff would do something to me!" Romano said and rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling, "These damn feelings will leave me soon and I will tell Feliciano that he isn't allowed to bring any of that crap to the house."
He looked at the clock; it was now 2:40 a.m. it was already tomorrow and… "Damn it! Tomorrow is the world meeting and that potato bastard will be there!" He said and sat up quickly, he was about to get out of his bed until he stopped himself, "Shit…that stupid dream got me nervous about the bastard and seeing him tomorrow will make things worse! If I see him I will think about that damn dream! Damn it, even thinking about him is bad enough!" He got out of his bed and walked around his room thinking about what to do until he came up with an idea, "I got it!" he said "I'm going to hate it…DAMN IT! Feliciano is going to hate it, but I won't! I will avoid the potato bastard and Feliciano is going to do the same. Until I forget that dream we will avoid him!" He had it all figured it out for now, all he has to do now is to make it into a game so that Feliciano won't figure out that Romano had a dream about Germany (well a nightmare to Romano). "Damn it, I can't think of a good game to trick him into playing" Romano said and sat on the left side of his bed; he put his head in his hands and leaned over a little. "I'll think about it tomorrow…" he said and looked at the clock; it had turned 3:30 a.m. and the meeting starts at nine o'clock. He didn't remember falling asleep or even falling to the floor, he must have been really tired. All he could remember was that everything went dark.
Author's Note:
I did some editing and decided to make it two paragraphs. Why did he not wake up or feel anything when he hit the floor? Well when someone is really tired they tend to not really remember things and probably not feel anything…I'm not sure. Anyway Hope you enjoy this Chapter and the ones to come.