GRAWRRRRR! Sorry everyone I'm a horrible asshole and such! My computer choose now (after I finished the next and FINAL part of France's Rebirth) to restart and erase EVERYTHING. (I lost all my AsaKiku yao- I mean France's Rebirth chapers!) Soooo...yea I think this will still be the final chapter...maybe a final After Shock thingy or whatever...haha sooo...Enjoy~ OH WAIT! IMPORTANT SHIT! This is in NO. FUCKING. WAY. Romano/France (I 3 Spamano, so sorry Romano/France fans...France is just a rapist like that...)
"Dammit, its cold, its late, its fucking raining, and I'm actually going to that fucking bastard's house!" Romano cursed, kicking a rock at full force...which wasnt that strong considering the fact that it was Romano who kicked it...and not someone like Russia or America.
But anyways, the rain was bothering Romano. A lot. And of course he was about half way...a little ways in Switzerland...so going back would be the same distance as going to his house.
So here he was, dragging himself along the mud and rain, on his way to the apparently 'evil big brother' (according to Italy, it was just a hug dammit! However Italy was about to call Germany and no motherfucking way was he letting that potato-bastard deal with this!)
Walking by Switzerland's house, he noticed the lights off. 'Probably shooting some dumbass...' Romano thought, however being interupted when he felt something against the back of his head. "What are you doing here?" The man asked, and Romano knew instantly who it was.
"Dammit Switzerland! I'm just passing through! Get that stick out of your ass and let me pass!" Romano yelled, probably a bit too soon, because he heard something click. Instantly he ran full speed to his destination, (luckily) slipping from the wet ground, Switzerland's usually accurate shots whizzing by him.
Honestly, Romano was having a shitty day all together. But finally, finally he arrived at France's house, banging on the door mercylessly before remembering whos house he was at. Quickly he tried to escape by walking away, however lighting and thunder crashed loudly, the lightning seeming like it was reaching out for him. "SHIT!" Romano cried, huddling in the porch, behind a chair.
He didnt notice until he was on an unfamiliar yet too familiar couch that he was inside. A blanket was drapped over his shivering body, and at first the older Italian thought he may of died. In a few fleeting minutes, his brain finally registered whos house he was in.
France's
He quickly looked for a way to escape, however there was no such luck, it had been centeries from his last vist (with Spain, first and last time at the bastard's house, he stayed in the same spot on the couch he was sitting at for over 4 hours...not fun) and he didnt know the house very well.
Almost as if he knew his guest had finally snapped out of his trance, France walked in with a tray of...was that tea? He set it down, poured a cup for Romano, then himself, and sat on the other chair away from him.
"You must be Romano, oui? What were you doing outside in such weather?" France asked, and Romano glared at him, keeping his focus all on the Frenchman...just in case. "I came to talk to you, dick-head." Romano spat, shocking France.
'What a mouth!' France thought, shocked from the language that the young boy used. His curl was bouncing around innocently, water still dripping from it. It made France's blood boil, for what reason he didnt know or understand.
France's blank stare was mainly making Romano nervous...it was also pissing him off, but theres few things that dont piss off the boy. So he continued to glare, finally continuing. "My brother wanted me to come over here because you didnt give him a hug..." Romano trailed off...it sounded so stupid! Why didnt he just swallow his pride and let the potato-bastard be the hero-
That snapped him out of those thoughts immedetly. No fucking way was he letting that man be more helpful to his brother than him! He would show this pervert who's boss...after he went to the bathroom to take a breath.
"Where's your bathroom?" Romano snapped more than asked, throwing the blanket onto the couch when France started leading him to the upstairs one. "Desole, but the ones downstairs arn't very comfortable..." he started, remembering the day before using one of them when it suddenly collapsed. "...So you'll have to use the upstairs one in my room."
'Fuck this was just an act all along!' Romano panicked, he knew what was coming up...and he didnt know how to get out of it...he couldnt leave until he gave the French-Bastard a beating, but he couldnt do that without calming down...
The boy was shifting around, and France noticed it instantly. "Are you still cold? You could of brought the blanket along..." France stared, but when he spoke to Romano he had jumped in fright. 'Timid kid...He must be shy!' France thought, smiling at the newfound innocent trait of the rude Italian behind him.
'Ok...just breathe...I'll beat this motherfucker down the second he touches me then leave!' Romano kept planning in his head, not noticing that he was about to run into France's closet. "Look out!" However it was too late, when France had yelled Romano already crashed into the door, and soon fell into it. Many different things, Romano couldnt see what, fell onto him, leaving him immobile. France ran in as soon as he could, and Romano could see from the corner of his eye that France's eyes were gleaming.
He was supposed to be helping Romano, but when he entered the closet he wasnt sure how to react. He hadnt walked into his closet ever since he was...well reborn...because it felt so erie to him. It was where he died, after all. However something inside of him clicked (or snapped, right then he couldnt really tell), and took a good long look at the scene.
The Italian was trapped under layers and layers of different things, from boxes of crops to giant containers of lube, and oh god, the amount of vibrators. Something about them made him shudder. He loved the picture, and he hated to say it. His mind kept screaming 'NO!' but somewhere lower disagreed.
Finally he took a good look at the boy himself, still pretty wet from running outside, and face flushed from what was most likely anger. He was trapped after all. France could feel himself inching closer and closer to the trapped Italian, each step reminding him of fun times with Spain, chasing Romano around (Spain thought it was tag, too bad Romano didnt think that way too), and the amazing time he had with Prussia now and then.
Kneeling down to pet Romano's hair, France let out a low chuckle. "Ahhh~ Romano you came to see me~ How nice of you!" He purred, making Romano hiss back at him. "What the fuck are you doing? Get. Me. Out." He growled, and France couldnt help but smile. "Oh but Romano~ Its thanks to you I remember everything! Cant I say thank you?" he asked, smiling at the (now really angry) persification of Southern Italy.
'Shit shit shit FUCKING SHIT OF MOTHERFUCKING HELL!' Romano practiclly screamed in his head, struggling against the heavy containers above him. France licked his lips, and reached for some rope he had saw, before his phone rang. Romano let out a sigh of relief when France stood up to go get it. As soon as the Frenchman left, he clicked his own phone shut. (Why he had France on speed dial number 7 was Italy's fault, he was just too lazy to remove it, and right now he's glad he was)
Romano started thrashing at the condements above him, and finally something gave way and fell. He jumped up, grabbed the rope France was eyeing before, and used it to jump out the window. He then ran all the way home, not even stopping to insult the Cheese-Bastard for shooting at him again.
He finally ran inside of his own home, ignoring Italy's ever-growing questions, and slammed his door shut. 'Never again...' he thought, before going to sleep. '...will I do anything that involves that bastard.'
When France had grabbed his phone to see who it was, he was shocked to see that it was no one other than Romano. He quickly shut his phone back, dashing upstairs, but alas, his prize had escaped...again.
Sighing in defeat, he wandered over to the closet, cleaning it up, before he picked up a giant vibrator. 'Hmm...' He thought, examining the item. 'I wonder if this would fit in my mouth...'
And thats the end! Good? Bad? Shitty? Eh whatever I'm FINISHED! lol hope you actually enjoyed this fanfic and such, France is such a moron ;P. I also tried a new way of seperating the POVs, cuz I'm retarted like that...