Guten Tag!
Its me again, VenezianoItaly~!
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So today is…well actually its Saturday, July 28th. My birthday~!
But I don't know what day I was SUPPOSED to publish this….
Ah well anyway…
Spamano time, y'all!
Quickly before I forget, I want to say that there's one part in the story where Italy calls a character "Toni" this is simply an abbreviation for the name "Antonio," which is Spain's human name.
Thunder crackled and lightning split the sky, waking Romano from his nightmare.
"Oh Chigi! God that was-! Is it. . .storming?" Romano blinked and rubbed sleep from his eyes, glancing out the window of him empty marble mansion.
The thunder claps re-echoing in the silence mansion as the lightning bathed the white marble steps in light. Romano ungraciously made his way down the stairs and then he remembered last night.
He'd already known about the storm; that was what had brought his younger brother, Italy Veneziano, and the Potato-head German here.
"V-Veneziano?" Romano asked tiredly, tucking his hands in his bathrobe pockets as he stood over the sleeping form of his brother.
Italy robbed his eyes, "Ve? Pasta. . .?"
Romano raised a quizzical eyebrow but didn't question his younger brother's obsession with pasta.
"Erm. . .are you okay?" Asked Romano, nervously shifting from foot to foot.
Italy blinked, "What do you mean?"
As if on cue, lightning flared, illuminating Romano's face and Italy jumped in surprise.
"The storm," Romano said flatly, "I just wanted to make sure that you were okay, not flipping out or anything."
Italy blinked but smiled, "Thanks Big Bro!"
Romano blushed and snorted, "Yeah whatever. I'm going back to bed."
Italy grinned, "Okay Bro! I'll tell Doistu!"
"P-lease don't wake that potato-head, just don't do it, Veneziano," grumbled Romano, making his way back towards the marble staircase.
Italy sighed, "Alright Big Bro, I won't. But he'll have to eat breakfast with you tomorrow morning, so get used to him now, okay?"
Romano growled and climbed the stairs, not looking back towards his brother.
Italy didn't expect him to.
The elder of the Italian brother's had fallen into the death trap of one of his day dreams (or night-dreams? Well whatever it was. . .) and found himself standing in the doorway to his room some hours later.
Romano brushed his hair out of his face and glanced out the second story window, "I wish I was as close to someone like Veneziano is with that stupid potato-bastard. . ."
A longing sigh escaped the Italian's lips and he turned back towards his bed, suddenly seeing the numbers on the alarm clock.
"Che Palle! Is it seriously already five o'clock? Damn it, now I can't even go back to sleep. . ." Romano grumbled and decided to go ahead and get dressed for the day. He grumbled some more before pulling on a white collared shirt. Romano grabbed his wallet and mobile from his bedside table and left the room, heading down the marble steps as quietly as he could.
When he reached the bottom, he was annoyed to find Italy already away and making one of the giant breakfasts that could usually only be found at the Nordics' house.
"V-Veneziano! Good . . . Morning," Romano said, feeling awkwardness crowd between them.
Italy and Romano had always had a rather strained relationship and as a result, they had never grown quite as close as any other brothers, like America and Canada. Or even France and England.
"Hey Big Bro! I made us some American bacon, some French toast, some English scones, some-"
"Erm. . .Veneziano that's quite a lot of food for only the three of us. . .ah, and French toast isn't actually French. Its erm. . .kinda like French Fries. . .they aren't actually French. . ." Romano stammered, trying to ease a conversation in to fill silence.
It wasn't working too well.
Italy blinked and frowned slightly, "Didn't I tell you? Toni, Prussia, Japan, and Hungary are coming too!"
If a person's eyes could really pop from their sockets, then Romano's would have.
"WHAT?!"
The older Italian man had tackled his younger brother and was now pinning him to the ground, "What do you mean?! You forgot to tell me?!"
Italy was beginning to hyperventilate suddenly.
"I-I'm sorry, Big Bro. I swear I told you!"
Romano had his eyes closed in deep concentration and suddenly he hit himself in the forehead; Italy had told him that morning!
"Oh Chigi! I totally forgot that you told me this morning when I came to check on you during the storm!" Romano sighed and helped his younger brother carry the china plates over to the oak table once he had helped Italy from the ground.
With a quick survey around the main floor, Romano decided the house was pretty presentable and he was setting the salt and pepper down on the table when the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of Italy's various friends.
~ ~As Romano walked around the maze of a house towards the front door to greet his guests, he wondered who Italy said was coming again.
"Hungary. . .and, erm. . .Prussia. . .that quiet Asian one. . .and. . .someone else. . .who was it?" Romano growled in annoyance at the fact that he couldn't remember who that last person was.
The doorbell rang again, forcing the Italian to quicken his pace and temporarily put that thought to the side. He heard Hungary's quiet laughter and he assumed Prussia had cracked another perverted joke. He felt a wave of envy flood through him; Hungary and Prussia were so closely knit in their relationship. Even the heaviest of arguments couldn't bring the two of them apart. In a moment though, Romano's envy passed and he felt slightly drained.
"Dammit. I wish I had someone. . .some really pretty girl. . .doesn't even have to be Italian! Just some girl! Maybe she could be English. . . Or even French! Not German. . . Or Japanese. . .those Germans are too annoying and love potatoes too much and the Japanese are too ominous and read-the-mood-ish. Hell, I'd even settle for a dumb, blonde, American girl! She doesn't even have to be that pretty! Just. . . Ya' know. . .some girl. . .and me. . . So I wouldn't have to be so alone all the damn time. . ."
Romano went on ranting for a few moments before finally taking a deep breath and unlocking the front door. He exhaled and sucked in another breath before turning the knob and opening the great door.
Of course, when he opened the door and a very attractive Spaniard's emerald-green gaze met his.
Romano found himself grudgingly remember that final person.
Spain.
"Yes, yes, come on in!" Romano invited, forcing a smile.
Hungary tapped him thankfully on the shoulder before she entered the house and headed in the direction of the kitchen, followed closely by an obnoxious albino Prussian.
Japan bowed to Romano, "I thank you very much for inviting me to have breakfast with you and your brother. Mr. Germany too. I am ever so grateful for-"
"That's great Japan, really great. But uh, you might want to hurry. I mean, my little bro is in a rush to see everyone. . ." Romano said, pulling an excuse up from nothingness.
Once the Asian was out of the way, Romano found himself smiling rather smugly; he could pull out a pretty good excuse in three seconds!
"Aye, Amigo. . .this is a very pretty house you've got yourself, eh?"
Spain.
Romano felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance.
"But it's a little big for just you, isn't it? I mean," Spain waved his hands in apology, "not to be offensive or anything. I was just thinking though, its so empty and without anyone here but you, doesn't it get. . .ya' know. . .lonely?"
That word.
How Romano despised that word: Lonely!
He'd spent the majority of his life feeling as if he was living in the shadow of Italy, his younger yet far more talented and enjoyable brother.
He'd been lonely since the day he and his brother had chosen different governments.
Didn't Spain know that he was always lonely?
Living in his own marble house, quiet and alone?
But Romano had to be nice to that tomato-brained Spaniard.
"Yes. . .its rather lonely. I wish I had some company. . ." Romano said, feeling another rant coming on.
However, his rant was quickly stopped when Spain's tan face lit up, "Hey Romano! Why don't I come and visit you all the time? We can eat churros!"
At the mention of churros, Romano's stomach growled. And he swiftly turned his back to Spain, embarrassment turning his face red.
"Erm. . .let's hurry to eat breakfast, si?" Said Romano, shifting uncomfortably from one leg to the other.
Spain grinned, "Sure, Amigo!"
But the Spaniard didn't make a move to move.
As a result (and to get his rumbling stomach to shut up) Romano took the dazed man's hand and led him through the house to the table where everyone else was waiting.
Spain hurriedly took the seat between Japan and Hungary.
Romano, with a few grumbles, found himself between his brother and the potato brat.
To make matters worse, Romano saw, Spain was sitting directly across from him.
Chigi!
"So Japan. . .have you found a sexy girlfriend yet? Or are you still hooked on anime chicks?" Prussia asked, wiggling his eyebrows dramatically at the small Asian nation across the table.
Japan raised a quizzical eyebrow, "Why no, I haven't. I find love pointless."
Italy clasped his hands beneath his chin as though in prayer before loudly exclaiming, "Love is not pointless! Everyone finds love! Rather in another man or in a woman, love can be found and is achievable!"
Hungary clapped her hands excitedly, "You've grown up so much, Italy!"
Italy opened his eyes and blushed, burying his face in the shoulder of Germany's uniform, "Oh! Why, I don't know what to say, Hungary!"
Romano sighed, this breakfast had started off great. . .with talks about relationships, and how people weren't lonely.
Oh wait.
Romano was.
Romano was very lonely.
Prussia had cracked an obnoxiously perverted joke but Romano wasn't paying any attention; he was too busy focused on how lonely he was compared to everyone else.
Even Japan could often be found hanging out with Estonia or one of the other Asian countries (mainly Taiwan).
"I wish you all would stop bothering me about it," Japan said.
The others traded knowing glances but Italy suddenly exclaimed, "Japan-n-n-n-! Why would you not want to be with someone?!"
Japan glared daggers at Romano's younger brother, "Well see. . .I'm tired of you all pestering me! I helped match make too, but I don't want to matched with anyone!"
With that, the short Asian man left the room in a hurry.
In only a few moments, Romano heard the front door slam.
Hungary frowned and leapt to her feet, "Crap! I think we owe him an apology. . ."
The others leapt up and left.
Romano sighed and closed his eyes, maybe now he could have some alone time.
Then again, it wasn't like he really wanted that. . .however, if that was how it needed to be, then so be it.
When he re-opened his eyes though, they were met by grassy-green ones.
"Chigi! S-Spain!"
Romano felt his cheeks burn and he felt his chair begin to tip backwards.
In the moment, Romano grimaced, Great! Just what I need. . .to embarrass myself further in front of this tomato-bitch, Spain. Chigi!
Just when Romano was mentally preparing for the ear-full of rants that Spain would make when he crashed to the floor, the movement stopped suddenly.
The Italian man blinked and found that Spain had leaned over the table and grabbed his arm at the last moment.
Romano blushed.
"Amigo. . .sorry," Spain, obviously embarrassed by the strange coincidence, glancing at a spot above Romano's shoulder.
Romano's surprised gaze softened and he half-smiled, "Grazie, Spain."
Spain glanced around nervously and sighed with a smile said: "Erm. . .eh Romano? How do we. . .erm, get outta this?"
Romano blinked, "Eh? Oh."
He remembered suddenly. Right, if he moved another inch, he'd be on the floor.
So the two of them stayed like that for a long while: Spain gripping Romano's hand from across the table.
Romano felt his heart begin to pound quicker with each passing second.
"Why. . .is my heart beating so fast?" Romano whispered to himself.
Spain's expression looked as though he was in pain and Romano realized that in that position, it must be uncomfortable.
I wonder. . .If I lean back like this,
Romano leaned a tad to the left, trying to find a way to get out of the chair without falling on his face or killing Spain.
Suddenly, Romano felt the chair leg give out and he felt himself drag Spain over the table as gravity took its toll. The pair crashed into the floor, Spain lying on top of Romano.
"Oh gee, Romano, I-I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened! I must've moved or something!" Spain was blushing and trying to come up with an adequate explanation.
Romano sighed, he felt bad now. The Spaniard was working so hard to find an explanation for the issue, though it was Romano's fault straight from the start.
"No its okay, Its my fault," Romano said, sighing.
Spain blinked and his jaw hung open, as though he couldn't believe that Romano was actually taking the blame on this.
Of course, it wasn't a surprise that Spain reacted that way. It was rare that Romano ever did take the blame.
"Er. . . Would you mind helping me with these dishes?" Romano asked as Spain offered him a hand to help him to a stand.
Spain shrugged, "Sure, Amigo. It's the least I could do."
Romano half-smiled to his friend, "Grazie."
Romano rubbed the washcloth delicately on the china surface, handing the wet plate to Spain, who methodically swiped the water from them, staking the newly cleaned plates in a pile on the marble countertop.
"Thanks for helping me, Spain," Romano said, grateful for his friend's help.
Spain grinned sheepishly and shrugged, "No problimo, Amigo."
Romano gasped as his hand slipped, dropping the glass plate towards the floor.
He lunged for it.
Spain, purely out of reflex, did the same.
In the end, the plate was saved by two hands and then it was dropped a second time when Spain and Romano bumped noses and then pulled back suddenly.
The plate shattered and Romano blushed, "U-uh, I-I'm s-Sorry!"
Spain was blushing just as much and he raised an eyebrow, "Why are you apologizing? I was the one who-"
"Stop blaming yourself, Spain. It was my fault," Romano said with a deep sigh.
He bent back down towards the floor to retrieve the glass bits. Romano managed to shovel about half of them into his hand and into the trashcan before cutting his index finger on the glass.
"Chigi!"
Spain had finished cleaning the remaining dishes and was putting the last one away when he turned to Romano, "What's wrong?"
Romano was cradling his bleeding phalange in his other hand, "I-Its. . .my finger. I cut it on the glass. . ."
Spain realized that Romano sounded like his old chibi self, young and reliable mainly on others around him.
Spain's gaze softened and he lifted Romano's finger, "May I?"
Romano, assuming Spain only wanted to inspect the wound, nodded.
To the Italian's surprise though, Spain placed the younger nation's finger in his mouth.
Romano blushed and gasped with shock at the Spaniard's actions. But then he realized that his finger wasn't hurting anymore, and that Spain was only trying to help.
"Spain. . ."
Romano felt his heart begin to pound faster again, threatening to burst from within his chest.
Why is my heart pounding like this again?! I don't understand this feeling. . .its blooming within me. . .like a caged bird. . .I know that it will escape if I don't find a way to quench this flame within me!
"Spain. . . Do you. . .love someone?" Romano asked, his voice timid and coming out much quieter than he intended. His voice cracked on the last word and he swore under his breath.
Spain closed the cabinet door, placing the china plates out of sight. He snorted and smiled, "Yeah. . ."
Romano felt his heart cringe and he subconsciously put his hand to his chest, finding it difficult to breathe.
"May I ask. . . Erm. . .if you don't mind me asking. . .who, do you love?"
His voice was barely more than a whisper.
Spain tipped his head to the side and took a deep breath, "Well Romano, I'd like to tell you but. . .can you tell me. . .who you love?"
Romano's face flushed and he frowned, "Who I love? I love no one."
Spain raised an eyebrow expectantly and he tapped his foot impatiently on the ground.
The Italian man sniffled and after a period of awkward silence, sighed and replied with, "Well right now, I'm not sure that I can be completely sure about this. . .but. . . I think that you're-"
"The perfect one," Spain finished.
Romano's eyes widened in shock; that was exactly what he was about to say too!
Spain and Romano simultaneously took a step towards each other, Spain taking Romano's hands in his. Romano finished the move with his lips lightly brushing against Spain's.
Spain blushed.
Romano closed his eyes and hugged Spain, "Spain. . . Ti amo. . ."
Spain smiled and hugged Romano back, "Gracias, Amigo."
"Hey Romano. . .?"
The tomato-lover pulled back to meet Spain's green eyes, "Si?"
"Can I be in love with you?"
Romano's surprised amber eyes softened and he whispered a reply that only Spain would ever hear: "Only if I can be in love with you."
The Spaniard lowered his head closer to Romano's and the space between them was slowly closing.
Romano's heart was beating so fast that he felt as though it was in his throat; but everywhere else at the same time.
These moments lasted forever and the Italian wished they would get those moments over with. . .he just wanted Spain to kiss him.
Spain only went half-way.
Romano met him for the kiss and they both closed their eyes, treasuring the feeling.
"This is beautiful! Please tell me you're getting pictures, Japan!"
Romano and Spain both opened their eyes at the same time, an expression of terror mirrored between the two.
"WHAT?!" The two shouted in unison, seeing the Axis and their friends standing the doorway: Prussia grinning widely, Hungary holding her boyfriend's hand and smiling equally as widely, Japan still snapping pictures, Italy spazzing and hanging all over Germany, who looked a might bit uncomfortable with the Italian's closeness.
"Well, are you satisfied with these, Hungary?" Asked Japan, handing his camera over to her.
A high-pitched shriek of delight filled Romano's huge house and despite the pictures that would probably be used to blackmail him later, Romano found himself smiling.
Really smiling.
Because his house wasn't empty or lonely; it was full of laughter and he now had Spain.
Everyone! This took me a god crap load of time and I was so annoyed that it took so long. So yeah. Tomorrow is DenNor. I have NO IDEA what I'm doing for that J oh well! Haha that's the fun in it, right? Then after that… ItaGer will be the great finale J so yeah. R&R please!
Grazie!
Live life with Pasta and tough Germans because they have sexy accents and us Italian's are natural sweethearts!
See ya' tomorrow, ve~!
- -VenezianoItaly
