Chapter 9: the Invite
They had fallen asleep on each other's shoulder. Both snoring softly. Ariya woke up first. She noticed Romano was leaning on her. She noticed his face was softer and kinder, instead of the mean scornful look he normally wears. There was knock on the door. She pushed Romano off of her. He was startled awake. He said nothing as the door was opened. Germany walked in with the keys.
"I hope you've learned your lesson." He said sternly.
They both nodded and Germany unlocked the shackles. They both ran out of the room and up to the kitchen where they proceeded to make their first meal in what felt like forever.
After making sure the kitchen was spotless after they were done, they settled down to eat. Pasta for Romano and salt potatoes for Ariya. They ate in silence, shoveling fork full after fork full of food in their mouths. They kept their mouths full of food so they could avoid conversation about what happened in the lock down room. What happened there would be kept between them. Even though they are rivals, they trusted each other enough to keep the events a secret.
(Time skip)
After breakfast, Ariya decided to see how well the camera worked. Italy and Germany went in the office not too long ago. She walked into her room and locked the door behind. Fishing the tablet out of the bottom of her sock drawer. She turned it on and synced into Cam1. What the video depicted did not surprise her in the least. Her dad, Germany, was sitting in his office chair with Italy in his lap and they were making out. She had always known about it, she just never had proof. Now here it is, slapping her right in the face. She wasn't disgusted, no, she was happy for him. He needed more happiness in his life. And Italy was just what he needed. She noticed Italy's shirt had gone missing and his hands were snaking their way under her father's shirt. She quickly shut off the tablet. 'I best give zhem zheir privacy' she thought. She didn't feel like being mentally scarred for life from that. After putting the tablet away she decided to blast some music on her record player. Flipping through the various rock albums she had, she pulled out an obviously worn record with the ACDC logo on it. She carefully placed it on the turn table and turned it on. "thunderstruck" started blasting throughout the room, making the floor shake a little. Sure there were iPods and mp3 players with headphones, but the records had always sounded better to her. She's been called old fashioned by her uncle and a Grandma by the ground keeper's teen son but she didn't care. She was a purist and she was proud. While she was jamming out, a phone call was picked up two rooms over.
"Hallo?" a very annoyed Germany answered.
"Herro Germany." Said a polite voice on the other end.
"Oh, hallo Japan."
"I wish to invite you and Ariya to my place for the weekend. If you have time of course."
"I'm sure ve can come. ve need a change of scenery anyvay. Zhank you for zhe invite we'll be zhere in a few days"
"You are most welcome. I shall see you then."
"Auf wiedersehen." (good bye)
"Sayōnara." (that means good bye in japanese) there was A click on the other end signaled the other had hung up.
"Now, where were we?" said the Italian seductively.
"You vere giving me zhe biggest orgasm of my life?" Germany said shyly. A deep blush, easily rivaling Spain's tomatoes, spreading over his face.
"That sounds right." (A/n: o my garb! That was slightly awkward to write. Geez.)