Chapter 8
Hehehe. *Evil Grin*
They sat down immediately. Romano looked around at the almost fancy café/restaurant. According to Denmark this was a pretty popular place, and had great pasta. Romano interjected with a small snort before grabbing a menu. They sat near a window, watching the snow fall slowly while they waited for their drink orders.
"So anything good." Romano asked after a half a minute before he slammed the menu down in frustration.
"Can't you read? Just look." Denmark scoffed, looking at the Italian from behind his own menu. Slightly amused at the others reaction.
"No I don't read Danish, you idiot." Romano said, his sun-kissed face slightly flushing.
Denmark blinked before cracking a grin and laughing slightly. "How did you get this far into my country without knowing how to read in different languages?" He laughed a little more when Romano's blush brightened.
"S-shut up bastard, I never needed to learn how to speak or how to read other languages because my brother was the one who went to all the meetings anyways." He sounded slightly hurt. "A-and besides...I can't learn more than one language at a time."
"I only know the basics of your language, so I'm good. When it comes to reading...other languages than my own and English..." He fell silent. Denmark cleared his throat. "Uhh sorry, so you wanted to know what it says. Right."
"Right." Denmark pushed his chair back making it drag on the loudly on the ground. Before moving over to where Romano sat and kneeled beside him. So they were almost eye level "Ok, so Prussia once said that you wouldn't eat anything that has potatoes in it, or wurst, or anything German made."
"At least the bastard got it right." Romano cracked a smile, before Denmark continued to list out what was on the menu. After reading half of it, neither noticed how close the other had gotten, nor the almost traditional proposing pose Denmark was in,
"Hm…that one, it sounds good." Romano said he finally picked one of the simpler dishes before the waitress came over, Her eyes light up when she saw them.
"Oh my, very sorry to interrupt you, I didn't know you were about too…." She giggled, before gesturing with her hands. Romano looked down at the Dane, and Denmark looked at the Italian, both flushing slightly. "I'm sorry," Denmark started standing up, "But we are not together."
Romano just sat frozen half from the embarrassment and half from actually, maybe, slightly wanting that to be true. During that small moment Romano hadn't noticed how soft Denmark's hair looked. Or how he looked happier than he had when he was at home. OR maybe Denmark was just happier to be with him.
No you idiot don't think like that, you're just here to help him; he might fall into a depressed stage again if he left him alone.
"Oh that's too bad; you two would have made a pretty cute couple." She pouted before pulling out her notepad. "May I take your order, Sir?" She smiled.
"Yes Romano here would like to have-"
Buzz
Buzz
Buzz
Romano pulled out his phone and went pale at the caller I.D.
"Ha, Sorry Den I have to take this." The Italian didn't wait for the others response before he bolted out of his seat and into the bathroom. He answered his phone.
"What do you want? You bastard."
"Hey Romano, I didn't know you and Denny were on a date!"
"We Aren't!" He hissed.
"Aw Well anyways I want to congratulate you, Me and Birdie, and Feli-chan came by to see how Denmark was doing only to see that you and him are sitting in on a date. Kesesesese."
Romano pause. Prussia knew about this, and his bird and his brother!. "Mio dio my day just got better, thanks for stalking us."
"Aha! So you do admit that was a date."
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yeess~"
"No you goddamn albino bastard, go suck potatoes if you aren't going to say anything fucking important!"
There was some fussing at the end of the line. "Ve~! Fratello! You never told me, you and Den-Den where on a date."
"WE ARE NOT ON A DATE!" Romano yelled through the phone, face turning slightly pink. Before hearing his brother start to sniffle.
"I-I'm sorry Fratello, I just thought….You would like to know, that Big Brother Spain was looking for you today, he said, Ve he wanted to apologize."
Romano froze. "R-really? The tomato bastard was….looking….for me to….say he was fucking sorry." He could have almost busted out laughing. Before Denmark entered . "Hey anything wrong here." He looked slightly worried.
"I Have to go, Feli, Tell that Potato bastard to stay the hell away from you!" He snapped his phone shut before turning to walk out. Denmark followed him a few steps behind. They sat down in awkward silence. Romano glaring outside, while Denmark just sat there, slightly concerned about the Italian man before him.
"So do you want to talk about it." He tried his luck when their food came. He shook his head no and went back to poking the salmon on his plate. "I didn't know a place like this would even serve stuff like this." The Italian muttered before shoving a forkful into his mouth.
"Oh well its people seem to like it and I think its pretty good, so why not." Denmark grinned sipping his drink, he had finished his dinner a while ago, so now he was just enjoying the view in front of him.
"Hehe. Well I'm not going to deny that, Romano looks pretty cute right now." He thought as Romano wiped up the remaining sauce with the piece of the bread. "And it looks like Romano was enjoying himself."
"Want dessert?" He asked before Romano looked at his phone and sighed. "Can we take it to go, I need to get back before my bastard of a boss starts flipping his shit."
"Of course."
They left after getting their desert, Denmark drove Romano down to the airport only to find out his flight got delayed.
"So do you really think you can make some salsa for me to have." Denmark asked munching down on the pastries he had brought. "With homemade tortilla chips?"
Romano snorted. "Of course but only if you can get me some of those, little liquor filled chocolates."
"Dude, you can get them anywhere!" The Dane laughed.
"I know that you bastard! But its the thought that counts, you get me chocolates, and I'll make you salsa, a fair trade, I believe." Denmark pretend to ponder.
"Yeah I guess it is." He took a bite of the sweet. As Romano cracked a small smile. His heart fluttered at the sight. Denmark felt himself leaning closer, and if he wasn't mistaken so was Romano. Their eyes fluttered shut. He could feel the others breath. Their lips seconds from brushing against each other.
"Flight 142 is now boarding." The PDA announced.
"Flight 142 to Italy is now boarding." It repeated.
Their eyes flew open and they jerked back from each other, faces flushing a bright red.
"S-sorry." Romano stuttered.
Denmark coughed nervously. "It's fine...but you got a flight to catch."
"Oh, yeah,um...yeah. So I'll be back when I can. S-see you later." Romano blushed darkened before he walked off.
Denmark sighed tiredly. "You so screwed that up, man." He told himself. "Great just great."
He felt a vibration in his pocket. He opened it.
A text from Finland.
Hey are you coming to dinner tomorrow, Su wants to make sure.
Norway already bailed.
Sent at 9:47 PM, Sunday
Denmark snorted before confirming with a yes.
Seems like something to do since the next World Meeting isn't until Tuesday, and in...oh yeah Norway.
He sighed. "I need some beer." He said out loud before getting up and leaving. The next two days are going to be very long.
Eeaaakkk What am I thinking! I won't be updating for a while. I'm serious. Hehe. Ok I need some help. And I think I need to reread this chapter and update whatever all the crappyness I made Denmark into T^T I'm sorry if I screwed something up. I'm not in the right mind, I'm really sick so I can't really process much at the same time.
