A/N – I have so much work to do! I wake up at like noon and I say to myself "I'm going to finish the book I have to read for school!" Then I open my computer and get on the internet. The internet comes up behind me and whispers into my ear "You aren't doing shit today." So without further complaint here is Italy's first chapter!
Chapter 4 – Italy
Romania sat across from me, talking about the times that he messed with Hungary. Oh, and just because I am more focused on Romania than his story doesn't mean that it isn't insanely funny. He was telling me about the time he got Hungary into thinking that he is a vampire.
"So I came up behind her that night when she was reading and I jumped from behind her chair. I fake bit her neck and she screamed louder than anything I've ever heard. She got up and started hitting me with her book. Ha, it was one of the best things I have ever done to Hungary. She was like 'I'm going to kill you, you fucking vampire!' It was so funny. The best part was she was convinced for two weeks that I am a vampire!" He recited while waving his arms around to try to physically show me the story.
Romania got quiet and leaned in towards my face. I am pretty sure I was blushing. Is Romania about to kiss me!? Romania moved past my lips and put his mouth next to my ear. "Not to say I am not a vampire. I may or may not be. You will just have to investigate that."
What!? Romania is a vampire? That doesn't make sense and what does he mean investigate. He can't possibly mean what I think he means, can he? Is it even possible that he likes me like that?
"Hahaha! You were like so scared. No, you had to see your face. It was simply magnificent. I mean if I had taken a photo of it, it would be put in an art museum. I would call it Fear of the Unknown." Romania continued to laugh that cute laugh that made me want to hug him and make him shut up with my lips.
"So Italy, you should tell a story now. We still have a little while before we get to the docks." Romania told me while I was still imagining what could be done with his mouth.
"Um, sure I guess. I don't really have a lot of fun stories though. Most of my stories are sad with Spain, Austria, or France taking me over. I was way too scared of all of my masters to ever pull pranks on them like you, oh but there was one story back from when we all lived with Grandpa Rome." I say to the overly eager Romanian.
"I remember those days! Grandpa Rome was awesome. We all lived together back then, France, Spain, Bulgaria, Turkey, England, and so many more." Romania cut in.
"So Grandpa Rome was teaching me to paint and he was telling me how good it was. France came up behind me and tried to take my paintbrush, you know because France was an asshole then." Romania vigorously nodded his head. "Anyways, Grandpa Rome got mad at France for stealing my paintbrush and he told France to apologize to me. France looked at me and said with a straight face, 'I am far too beautiful to apologize.' But we were all young then and France had a squeaky twelve year olds voice! It was so funny that both me and Grandpa Rome burst out laughing. France started crying and repeating 'I'm beautiful, damn it!'" I finished telling the story to see a laughing Romania. His red eyes were shining with excitement and actual enjoyment. No one ever looks at me like that, not even people who say that they are my friends like Russia and Spain. He was enjoying my company.
"Ha, that is a funny story. Wish I was there. I would have beaten the shit out of France for bullying a cute little Italian." Romania joked as we were about to arrive at the docks.
Wait, did Romania just call me cute? He must mean like in a little kid way when we were little, right? I really hope not, but what would Romania see in me? I am just a pissed off Italian with too much ambition and not enough skill to take it. I really need some help with France now. Maybe Romania would, wait no he wouldn't. But it doesn't hurt to ask, right?
"Hey Romania, would you be willing to beat the shit out of France for bullying a cute Italian now?" I asked him with hopeful eyes.
Romania sighed and looked Italy into the eyes. "I wish I could, but I need to maintain neutrality." He gasped and then spoke again, "unless you were to support me against the Ottoman Empire in the future."
"Um, the Turks are my allies. Of course if they attack you then I would support you, but until then I just can't." I answered Romania's proposal.
"Oh well then, all is well." Romania said as he got out of the carriage. "Well the ship is ready, domnule." Romania took my hand as I stepped out of the carriage.
A/N – Well that was shorter than I wanted it to be. So I want you all to form teams like in Twilight for my enjoyment. I want some people to support Itamania (cute nickname I made up for ItalyXRomania at three in the morning) and RomoPol (another cute nickname I made up at three in the morning for RomaniaXPoland). And disregard topping and bottoming for right now in the names. I will reveal who tops and who bottoms when I am good and ready.
Oh and domnule means sir/mister in Romanian.