I wanted to write more yesterday but I just couldn't, even though I stayed up all night, just tumbl'n round tumblr and reading other fan fictions
so I wrote half of this chapter yesterday, and the other half today. it's the longest chapter I've ever written! yay!
please enjoy!
Sun shone thru the cracks in the curtains causing Germany, like always, to wake up first. He opened his eyes slowly and adjusted to the dim lights seeping into the room from the outside. Looking over to his side, he saw Italy. He was laying on his side, curled up slightly and holding Germany's hand. Germany couldn't help but smile. Germany did something he would later blame on the fact he was 'half asleep'. He leaned down, and kissed Italy. Nothing serious, just a small, quick, innocent kiss; one that caused Italy to wake up with a smile. Italy blinked open his golden brown eyes and looked up at Germany.
"Boungiorno, Germania." Whispered Italy.
"Guten morgen, Italien." Germany replied. The two laid there like that for a moment until Germany's eyes drifted over to the ticking clock on the wall. 8:47 am. The day after they were supposed to catch a flight back home to Germany. Germany shot up frantically and stared at the clock with wide eyes, as if it could possibly change to the day before if he looked at it long enough.
"Ve? Germania? What is it?" asked Italy with a yawn.
"We…we missed our flight to Germany." Sighed Germany, slightly frustrated.
"we fell asleep and missed our flight." Italy looked at Germany with a confused expression, like always.
"Well, why don't we just catch another plane later this week, and for now, travel around America! There are some sights I've wanted to see!" exclaimed Italy happily, clapping his hands. Germany thought about it. Everyone had already caught their flight back home, or would be doing so today. He would get to spend alone time with Italy, and see the sights…it was a win / win situation!
"Ja. Alright. That actually sounds fun." He asked. Italy put a hand to his chin in a thinking pose. His eyes narrowed and his nose squinted up, causing Germany's heart to flutter.
"I know! I want to go to D.C. I've only ever been there on business…but I wanted to see the monuments and meuseums! We could stay there, and leave out on Monday. I would like to see what church is like in America. The only difference I hope is the language." Joked Italy.
"That sounds like a good idea, Italien. I've been wanting to go to some meuseums too."
"Ve…Umm..Well..Germania?" fumbled Italy.
"Ja? What is it, Italien?"
"Well…would you mind if I took you there….to D.C…..as a date?" Italy looked Germany in the eye when he said this, his auburn locks shining and his eyes twinkling.
A date? A date…with Italien? That is more than I've ever dreamed of! Thought Germany. Keeping his emotions in check, he replied with :
"Ja…that would be nice." At this, Italy began 've-ing' and coming up with plans for their little vacation together.
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The two had taken a flight to the nation's capital. After they had found their luggage, the two walked around the air port.
"I'll go to the hotel directory. We'll need a place to stay." Germany said, and began walking over to one of the counters with advertisements for five star hotels, indoor swimming pools, and breakfast.
"Ve! Germany! Don't worry about it. Let me take care of this." Italy reached into his pocket and pulled out an extremely expensive looking phone. He fiddled with it for a while, touching the screen and dialing numbers in at a rapid pace. He lifted the device to his ear when it began ringing.
"Ciao!" greeted Italy to the person on the other end of the call. All Germany could hear was muffled Italian.
"Un hotel in D.C. favore." Italy hung up the phone and began walking to Germany, who stood in between Italy and the hotel booth.
"What did you just do?" he asked, very confused.
"Oh, that?" Italy laughed. "I just got us a hotel." He said simply.
"Where? How much?" interrogated Germany. He didn't mean to sound authoritative, but his personality of worrying about the finer details was getting to him.
"Where? I don't know, Luca should text back with the information soon. And it's free. I travel everywhere for free." Explained Italy, as if it was normal to just call someone up and get a hotel reservation for free on a whim.
"How! No average person can just do that!" Germany was slightly angry at the fact Italy seemed to be living a life of luxury."
"Four words, Germania." Began Italy. "head. Of. The. Mafia. And I'm rich." Italy laughed.
"Rich? Your country is in a recession along with everyone else though…"
"Si…but Feliciano Vargas isn't. He's been saving his money his whole life, and he was in Grandpa Rome's will along with Fratello…so we have the whole inheritance to the Roman Empire. As far as human living goes, Romano and I are set."
"How come you never told me this?" asked Germany.
"Ve? You've never asked, silly." At that, Italy's phone rang indicating a new text. The Italian read it over.
"Vee, alright Germany, follow me!"
The two left the airport, caught a cab, and Italy told the driver where to go.
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After what seemed like hours of sitting in traffic, Italy and Germany finally arrived at their hotel.
It was one of those fancy hotels that you can't describe with words. It was in one of the historical parts of the city, and surrounded by a huge garden. It looked more like a mansion that France would own, than a hotel. The two stepped out of the cab, Italy smiled at the driver, took their luggage out of the cab, and started walking down the stone path to the front doors of the mansion…..hotel.
"So how much was the cab fare?" asked Germany, who was, as always, being a worry wart about money.
"Haha. Free." Italy smiled. Was it so normal for everything he did to come at no financial expense!
"Really! That trip would have cost more than fifty dollars, Italy. How do you get off with it being free?" Germany didn't mean to sound as angry as he did.
"Ve! I'm sorry Germany! I'm not a spoiled kid or anything! I don't live a life of luxury! Ve…well yes I do, but I worked hard to get it that way! More hard than Romano! So please don't hate me!" rambled the Italian.
"I don't hate you…and I wasn't trying to sound angry or mean. I'm sorry, Italien." Germany sighed. Italy's face beamed.
"Ve! Yay! I don't like angry Germany…well actually I do. I like all Germany's," the two started walking down the long path to the hotel again.
"I like nice Germany, and happy Germany, and Germany when he trains, and Germany when he cooks, and Germany at night…I really like Germany at night. Your face looks so peaceful ve…..and your hair is down and it makes you look even more handsome." Italy started to cling to Germany's arm as he listed all the 'wonderful things' Italy loved about him. Germany couldn't think of anything to say for a long time; he was to embarrassed at how easily the Italian could display his feelings so openly.
"Well…having my hair down isn't very professional of me." He said quickly. Really? That's what you say? Not thank you? Or maybe say that you love the way he sings when he doesn't think I'm looking, or how when he's outside and he opens his eyes when he paints, they sparkle like crazy in the most beautiful way I've ever seen? Thought Germany, who was now mentally beating himself over the head, and was blushing like an idiot. Though somehow, over the years, Italy has become very good at reading Germany, so he decided to play along as to not further embarrass him.
"Vee…but we're on vacation now, Germany! Not a business trip. And not just vacation…but a date!" Italy said triumphantly, as if just to get to this point it took all of his courage to muster up the will to finally ask Germany out properly. After thinking about it, Germany realized that it probably did.
"Ja…I guess you're right I guess." Mumbled Germany. He started fidgeting with some strands his sleeked back hair.
"Germany! You don't have to do it now, you'll mess up your hair." Stated Italy, and again, he was right. Germany removed his hand from his head, and the strands he was playing with were now sticking up at awkward and random angles. The two men looked at each other, then broke out laughing. It might not have been all that funny, but it broke the small amount of tension between them. When the two finally got to the door and Germany was about to open it for Italy, it opened by itself.
A butler of sorts stood behind it.
"Hello. You must be master Vargas." The butler said with a bow.
"Si! I am him! Feliciano Vargas, at your service," said Italy, who held out a hand for the man to shake. The butler awkwardly took it, usually guests just order him around, opposed to formally greeting him. Germany could tell that it was very awkward for the Italian, despite his friend not showing it outwardly. Italy didn't mind shaking hands…but he preferred to greet people by shouting good mornings, and good days, and questions of how the family has been, and then a huge hug and two kisses, one on each cheek. Germany laughed at how his friend had tried to follow American customs for a change, well his country is where the term 'when in Rome' comes from.
They followed the butler through the hotel, he showed them everything. The swimming pool, the workout room, the game room, the other swimming pool, the concert hall, the dining hall, the library, the breakfast nook, the kitchen, the list just went on and on. It was all actually quite fascinating to both Germany and Italy. Germany focused on what the butler was saying, trying to retain every inch of information so he wouldn't have to bother him again if he or Italy forgot; and Italy who was gazing lovingly at the architecture of the room, whispering things like, "look at the balustrades!" and "Oh! Look at the Roman arches!" he shouted giddily.
"You know architecture, young master?" asked the butler with a surprised tone.
"Si! I love architecture, I think it is beautiful!"
"Are you an architect maybe?"
"Oh no! Ve, I'm just interested in it. I've never done it as a carreer…but I have designed houses and some churches and other buildings before. In fact, I designed and built my own house!" The butler and Italy began chatting casually about the styles used in the hotel, none of which the German understood. He preferred paying attention to the fact that it seemed he knew so little about Italy. He had never even been to Italy's house, how would he know that he had designed it? It was always the Italian who came to the German's house. Sure, Germany visited Italy's country, but they were always in a place too far away from his house to stay, so they used hotels.
After about a forty minute tour and conversations held between the butler and Italy, they arrived at their room.
"Here are your keys, young masters. Please just send a call down to the front desk if you need anything. Have a nice day." The butler handed Italy and Germany both two cards and left. Italy unlocked the door and walked inside. Not to Germany's surprise after seeing the whole hotel, the room was huge. There was a huge bathroom, with a full on walk in bath, a huge king sized bed that looked like it was made of clouds it was so fluffy, huge floor to ceiling windows, a flat screen TV on the wall, pretty much just a room of luxury. Italy ran and jumped on the bed. Germany walked over and before he could sit down, Italy grabbed Germany by the wrist and pulled him down so that they were both lying down, eye to eye on the bed.
"So where do you want to go first?" asked Italy.
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The two decided to walk, because it wasn't that far. They were heading to one of the most famous museums in the world: The Smithsonian. Italy was very excited to see all the exhibits, and Germany was just excited to be around Italy. Italy kept going on and on about the exhibits he wanted to see, as he read them off from the brochure.
"Vee, and the art of video games sounds cool…oh! A history of Italy! Want to go and see if they got it right? Ve, that would be so funny if they got me all wrong. Oooh! Vee, we should go to the zoo next and see the polar bea…." Italy stopped dead in his tracks and hid behind a nearby bush, dragging Germany with him.
"Ow…" said Germany, who's arm felt like it was yanked out of its socket…how come the Italian brothers are so strong all of a sudden! He wondered.
"Shh." Said Italy, his finger on his mouth indicating for Germany to be quiet.
"What?" Germany whispered as quietly as he could. Italy just pointed. Following his finger, Germany saw what he was pointing at. Not too far away, just across the street from them, was America. He was walking alone and had a look of great depression across his face.
"Vee..I wonder if he's alright." Said Italy sympathetically.
"What? He is a jerk, and you want him to be alright?" Italy nodded.
"Just because he was a jerk…or is a jerk…a total huge jerk that hurt my feelings and made me want to go all mafia on his ass…haha sorry, a little Romano moment there. But that doesn't mean that I want to see him sad. I hate sad. I like happy." Explained Italy. Germany though, was still a little shocked by the Romano moment Italy just had, that he didn't fully pay attention; but he nodded anyways.
"Lets follow him!" suggested Italy eagerly. "We can be all…ninja! Like Japan!" but before Germany could say no, and that we should respect America's privacy, Italy stood up from behind the bush and ran across the street and hid behind a mail box only a few feet behind America. Turning to Germany, Italy eagerly waved his hand at Germany, gesturing for him to come over to the mail box as well. Germany obliged. He trotted across the street and crouched behind Italy awkwardly, putting his hands on the Italian's shoulders.
"What now, Italien?" asked Germany, playing along with his friend's little game.
"Ve. Now we wait for him to move up more, than we follow, and we do this until he steps into a building, then we do that…and find out what he's up to." Said Italy, getting into his roll of spy, ninja…person.
"He's probably just here for business…this is his capital," said Germany, as if it was all too obvious that it was nothing interesting.
"Vee…no. I know he's up to something…something not right. I can sense it." He said, 100% sure of himself.
"Your Italian senses are tingling?" joked Germany, hazarding a smile and a laugh.
"Si! Exactly! My Italian senses are tingling, and they tell me that America isn't up to good things right now..ve." Germany rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"Alright…fine. But if I say we're done, we're done, alright?" Italy agreed, and then began following America again.
They followed this pattern for a while. Stopping behind a parked car, a bush, a trash can, etc, and then following behind America when he went further ahead. This continued until America turned into a large building. Germany and Italy sneakily followed behind and watched America as he climbed the stairs to the top floor. Following as quietly as possible, they were led to a room. America had closed the door behind him, so Germany and Italy couldn't follow any more, instead Italy put his hands to the door and cupped his ear, trying to listen in.
"Hey you guys! Sorry I'm late, I had some business to take care of." Shouted America happily.
"Aiyah! By business do you mean stopping for a burger, aru?" asked a recognizable voice: China.
"Yup! But without food, the hero can't work! So deal with it, commie."
Italy turned to look at Germany.
"Vee! China's in there Germany!" Italy whispered, and then put his head back to the door.
"So America, what is this emergency meeting about?" asked a British man, obviously England.
"Oh! Yea…well we're all aware of this ever growing problem across our wonderful earth." Began America.
"Couldn't have said it better, chap. We all know how bad global warming is, and we need to put a stop to it, so I propose that…"
"Dude! Global warming? Heck no. I'm talking about those filthy gays." Said America.
"Da! Do you have a plan against them?" asked Russia.
"Actually, I do. Call me an extremist, but I invited some other guys to come today. You know them…but they're not part of our little group."
"Well invite them in, aru! It's rude to keep guests waiting." Scolded China.
"Sure thing dudes. Just don't freak out. I think that they might be able to help us with this growing epidemic, their not here because I'm friends with them… I hate them… but I hate gays more."
"Aiyah! Just let them in already!"
"Fine, fine. You guys can come in!" Italy could hear another door on the inside of the room open, and the sounds of people walking in.
"My friends, these are some pretty smart dudes on the subject: Algeria, Libya, Morocco, South Sudan, Sudan, Tusnia, Gambia, Guinea, Mauritania, Senegal, Cameroon, Tanzania, Botswana, Western Sahara, Somaliland, Barbados, Dominica, Trinidad and Tobago, Kuwait, Lebanon, Oman, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Syria, United Arab Emirates, Yemen, Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Bhutan, Iran, Pakistan, Brunei, Burma, Malasyia, Papua New Guinea, Solomon Islands, and Samoa." America finished introducing the new nations.
Italy jumped back in horror after America had listed all of his guests. Germany, who was not listening in, did not understand what had shocked Italy.
"Germany…we need to get out of here now." Italy said, his voice unwavering and very authoritative.
"What's wrong Italien?" he whispered back.
"Their all here…" Italy said, his voice shaking slightly now.
"Who's here?" Germany said, grabbing a hold of Italy to hold him still and to focus.
"All of them…or most of them at least…all the countries…" Italy's voice became too quiet for Germany to hear.
"All of which countries, Italien?" he was becoming some what impatient.
"All of the countries where homosexuality is illegal…punished by prison and even death, Germany. We need to get out of here now." Italy said, his voice becoming more panicked and high pitched. Just then the door clicked open.
"You're not going anywhere, you fags."
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