Here we go again. Lets see if you can stop all the little nods to the series I sprinkled throughout this chapter. This chapter is also a lot more lighthearted.
This is kinda a problem I have with Romano in lots of fan fictions. Whenever he curses it's going to be a mix up of bastard in some form. You would think that he would have a wider cuss vocabulary. Funny enough my favorite fan fictions that I feel characterize him well doesn't have him say bastard like a broken record.
Romano had given him a mask that covered half of his face and was made out of leather. With a drooping forehead, low bulging eyebrows, and a long nose that curved up and made a hook shape. It was disgusting.
"I swear to God, Romano. No other country but you two do this at a carnival." He complained, the hanging nose got in his way he turned. "And why is mine so ugly? Yours' is tiny compared to the monstrosity covering my beautiful, amazing, awesome face."
"Well no other country is as amazing as ours. Second stop complaining about our masks. It's perfectly fine and fits us." Her mask was also a half mask but was decorated with jewels and colorful feathers. "Now then, which one looks the best?" She had dragged him over to a food stall. Most of the pastries were hot to touch, which was something he wanted since it was starting to get cold out. He looked at the cream puff and coffee with longing and felt his stomach grumble.
"I want the cream puffs and a coffee." He pointed at it and she paid for him. She handed him his snacks. He started walking her away from the festivities, seeing all the people frolick around without a care in the world made him a bit sad. Not that he wanted them to be mopey and depressed, it's just the thought of never having citizens to be happy or to be anything gave him a somber feeling. That feeling was soon alleviated when he felt a sensation on his elbow, Romano had He guided her over and rail and took his mask off taking a seat. on the top rail. She gave him a questioning look, as if to say, what are you a child.
"Why are you so quiet?" She said as she sat down. He didn't seem to know why either, he didn't feel the need for a conversation. He just felt like he was calm, and didn't need to speak. But they feeling definitely wasn't because of Romano, her fiery personality would usually keep him talking.
"No reason. Just didn't feel like talking, but if you want a conversation, I have a question" He held onto the top rail of the bench, careful not to lean too far back.
"Aren't the fancy masks and carnivals more of a venetian thing?" He leaned forward closer to her face.
"Eh, yeah, but that four-eyed douche banned having fun. Veni was heartbroken after he did banned it back in 1797, but it's been making a comeback recently. Nothing like it use to be, now it's mainly small celebrations. But fuck it, a party is a party." She looked back up at him and he realized they were in a awkward position. Him with a large cream puff in the size of a stick in his mouth, a cup of coffee in one hand and his other hand gripping the top rail. Well when he thought about it he was the odd one.
"Of course he would ban fun. Was your family festivals outshining his piano concert held in every corner of the world? I swear, one day someone is going to crash on a deserted island and they'll see his fancy ass playing mozart. I don't know how but he manages to carry that thing everywhere. It's almost as bad as Spain and his axe, where do they put it?" He downed the rest of the coffee and felt the warmth spread throughout his body quickly.
"Honestly, I've lived with him for most of my life and I still don't know how or where that jackass keeps it."
"Sometimes I just don't feel safe with him being able to hide that huge ass weapon. It's like fuck man, if you can hide and carry a weapon bigger than your body who else can?" He managed to get a small giggle from her and he couldn't help but blush. He looked up to prevent her from seeing it. Ever since they first met in a long time over a year ago he couldn't get her out of his head for a while. For a long time he tried to convince himself they he was only sexual attracted to her. That it wasn't her personality but her looks, but she stayed in the back of his head, as if nagging him. When he finally did convince himself, they met again by some coincidence, and here she was. But this isn't love, it's only attraction, it'll go away eventually, right?
She was looking down and was happy that Prussia was looking up, she hoped that he wouldn't see her light blush. She didn't know what was wrong with her, one second she was at his throat, the next her heart couldn't stop beating rapidly and she couldn't help but be happy. She has never felt this way about the man beside her or any man before. At least with other she could understand her feelings. With Spain, maybe once she felt attraction but now she realized he was a close, and reliable big brother. With France she liked to mask her affections with crude words but they were like family. If Spain was her brother then France would be her cousin. Netherlands, he was like a distant friend, they were close enough to enjoy each others company when in a crowd, but not enough to actively seek out each other. For Belgium, she too felt attraction for, but that was a long time ago and now she's like a dependable older sister. Unlike her brother she does seek out Bella's affection and company once in awhile. She shook her head and decided that getting up and going around to attractions and games would keep her mind off Prussia.
"Put your mask back on. We're going to party" She said it suddenly, and grabbed his hand dragging him back to the carnival's center. "We have a choice between all these games, I'll let you pick."
The two played games and walked around the carnival, picking games ranging from targeting to luck. They went on for about an hour winning prizes for each other before they heard a familiar voice.
"Oooooiiiiii Gil! What are you doing with Roma?" Spain bellowed and she felt herself being lifted up.
"Hey let go. Put me down!" She struggled a bit before Spain put her down. In the corner of her eye she could see France.
France looked at Prussia mask then her, after that he started to laugh.
"I'm assuming you picked out his mask" France smirked at the two of them. She smirked back, the mask she had picked for Prussia represented the fool in many plays.
"Of course I did. But what are you two doing here? Asking Prussia to meet up with you guys here, you and Spain both know I live here."
"We just wanted to have fun and the fact that you live here is a bonus, chère" He winked at her and grinned.
"Flattery won't pay for room and board"
"What a cold little sister we have. Spain please reason with her." He had nudged Spain. When she looked over at Spain she couldn't tell what type of expression he had. His expression was something that she's never seen before. It seemed to be a mix of confusion, or anger. Maybe disbelief? But that expression had quickly disappeared and was replaced by his normal relaxed face.
Now if only reasoning meant talking it out. Instead of grabbing her and coddling her until she agreed.
"I'm not a kid anymore, let go" Unfortunately he had a vice grip. "Fine I'll let you idiots stay over for the night" She had already planned on letting them stay over, but not this easily.
Once the sun went down they had finally decided to head over to her house. They had their fill of merrymaking and had half stumbled and half ran to her house.
"You two jerks can go to sleep in the room to the left, Prussia can slept on the couch"
"What? Why do I get the couch, aren't I the guest?" She had already started walking up the stair before stopping to respond.
"Yeah, but so are they…" She stopped for a second, not sure how to respond. A part of her wanted to invite him to her room, but that wouldn't do with Spain and France here. There was also the part that said inviting him up there would only confuse her feelings further."And you're only one person so the couch will do fine." She continued to step up. "I'll leave you stupid trio of reckless bastards downstairs so you won't wake me up, but if you break something." She stopped thinking of want empty threat she could tell them before leaving. "I'll break you in half"
After Romano left to go to sleep the three of them sat and talked.
"There's been talk of another fight occurring between us again, your boss has been hostile lately. And your new found friend, Japan, he recently declared war on China. Plus his recent growth, the great depression didn't seem to hit him as bad as other." It seemed like France didn't just want to talk about the good old days. He probably wanted to muse about things to come.
"Really, the great depression hit anyone better softer than my brother and I. Hell, out of everybody in this house Spain has it the best out of all of us." His arm made a motion to his friend.
"True, but don't act like I have it any better than…" There was a pause and he realized his old friend had stopped for his sake. Out of three he had it the worst, the depression hit the hardest and he didn't even have a country to claim his own. "Better than everybody else. I'm in a civil war right now and you and Italy's government isn't helping the problem at all. But let's not end tonight in a bad tone, let's continue to have fun" He had a cheerful smile and raised his glass. "To the future"
France and him raised their glass accordingly.
"To the future" They both said together.
After that the conversation shifted to gossiping about fellow nations.
"Oi Prussia! I heard little Germany got it on with Italy. Is it true?" Spain seemed to shift the conversation from how much America must hate stocks to his brother.
"Aye, even if he lost all his memories because of France nothing seems to have stopped those two lovebirds. My brother's suave greatness in picking lovers is almost as great as mine" Nothing really seemed to have changed between how those two interacted. Germany, obviously didn't remember Italy, but still held the love he felt from the past. Italy, however, might have had an inkling of whom Germany was, but the love he felt wasn't fueled by the past. He had to warm up to Germany first and he started to fall in love with him. "Of course they try to hide it, but nothing can be hidden from an older sibling."
"Isn't that what every older sibling says?"
"Every other older sibling said it because it's true. Besides you don't have any siblings so you wouldn't know."
"I'm the younger sibling and I'm pretty sure my brother doesn't know everything"
"Bah, you two don't live in the same house. It doesn't count"
"Oho, is Prussia being backed into a corner?"
"Shut it Franny pants, isn't time to go to sleep" Prussia threw a small pillow at him and watched it hit him square in the face.
"I guess you're right, it's time for my beauty sleep, goodnight my pals." France walked off into a room, bowing before he left.
"Well, I guess I'll retire now. Get some rest." He watched Spain walk to his room, wondering why his old friend acted so strangely that night and quiet.
There are thing you expect and things you don't expect. Waking up to see someone who you consider to be your best friend covering you mouth and nose trying to suffocate you qualifies for the latter.
Well, he guessed he had his answer to why Spain was quiet, he was probably planning how he would wake up him up. His lungs were starting to burn up and he started jerking around, alarming Spain that he was awake. Instead of Spain's hand coming off his mouth he could feel Spain's fingers move from his nostrils, allowing him to breath, but now he was in a headlock.
"Don't shout or else. I'm removing my hand from your mouth." He said in a tone Prussia hadn't heard in years. He moved his hand away, freeing Prussia's mouth.
"Well there's my answer to why you were so quiet. Thank friend, I love being woken up in a headlock and threatened. Really makes me feel welcomed." He decided everything that would come out of his mouth next would be snark or sarcasm.
"I going straight to the subject here. What were you doing with Romano?" There Prussia realized that Spain and Romano's relationship was more akin to overprotective dad and daughter.
"You invited me to the town she lived in. Most likely we were going to see each other, and we did. Nothing is going on and I'm not doing her." His face froze for a second and he hoped in the darkness Spain couldn't tell. He meant to say that I'm not doing anything with her, but the truth came out. Or at least the partial truth, because it happened once and it was over a year ago.
"So you're not interested in her? Because from where we were looking at it looked like a date. You two seem to get along swimmingly." If he wasn't sweating bullets he was now and he felt the arm on his neck get tighter as if daring him to day something other than no.
"No am I not interested. We just ran into each other, what do you expect us to do? See each other and not talk. Can I go back to sleep without worrying about you hurting me?" He wanted to end it as soon as possible, he slipped up once and he didn't want to mess up again.
"Hmm, Prussia, you seem eager to get away"
"Anyone held in this grip would want to get away. Listen I'm not interested in her, now go back to sleep" He felt Spain's grip relax and then let go.
"Alright, but you better not be lying. Don't mention this in the morning, and act like nothing happened." He heard Spain's footsteps as he walked away.
Prussia had a hard time going back to sleep that night.
Hey guys thank for reading the chapter. Please review and give me feedback on how this story is going. This chapter was meant to be a much happier chapter than the rest.