After The War

by Limphidora

Romano has gone missing during World War Two. He's finally found, but he's missed so much, the war has ended and everyone's cool with eachother again. He is labeled dead which didn't bode too well with Italy or Spain, but now that he's back, won't everything be awesome again? Well, his still harbors a large hate the counties who were the Allies and has the mindset of a soldier.

11. Breakfast With Lunatics

After The War

Chapter 11: Breakfast With Lunatics

Hey! I am taking this story out of hiatus! Sorry about this small, crappy chapter, I just wanted to get you guys something since you've been patiently waiting. Also, if you're into Fairy Tail, go check out my new fanfic, The White Forest Awakening! Anyways, time to answer the reviews!

Spamano4ever - Well, I hoped you enjoyed the chapter, sorry it took so long!

Now, onward with the story!

Sitting straight up, breathing hard, and sweaty, that's kinda how I woke up. I had a nightmare, it's kind of getting fuzzy now, but I do remember the bulk of it. I was in a room with pictures of me everywhere, on punching bags, on tvs, and on the walls, it was pretty freaky. I'm still a little bit scared. Italy's not next to me, I guess he already woke up.

"BREAKFAST'S READY"

I hear the yell from downstairs, even up here it hurts my ears. I slowly get out the bed, stepping forward and falling on my face. I probably have a bruise on my face or something of the sort. Pushing myself up, I take another step, gingerly putting weight on my foot which for some reason gave out on me. I didn't fall, so I take another and soon I'm walking like always have.

Then, I get to the stairs and of course fall on the first step, rolling head-first down them and hit Spain, taking him down with me. It ends with Spain sitting on my back and me squashed against the floor with already forming bruises and maybe a scratch here and there. Spain jumps off me, leaning down and picking me up like I weigh nothing.

"Sorry Roma-I mean Lovino, I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"It's okay, I'm fine, now put me down!"

He lets me go and all is forgiven, well most of it has been forgiven. I've been having these weird flashes, I think I'm getting my memory back. And from what I've seen, I don't want it back. Slowly, I walk to the kitchen where France and Italy are setting pancakes onto our plates. I fucking love pancakes, so of course I take off running towards the table only to not stop soon enough and running right into a chair. Today is just not my day.

"Fratello! Are you okay?!"

My brother picks me up, again like I weigh nothing and I mean, he's smaller than me! How can he pick me up? It's just not fair. He sets me in a chair where I begin wolfing down my pancakes. I finish my three pancakes in a matter of minutes and quickly stand up, starting to head for the front door.

"I'm going to do things, bye!" I call as I begin walking faster towards the door.

As I reach for the handle, I hit something else, something softer and squishy-er. I look at it and realize it's Italy's hand, how the hell did he get here so fast?

"NO!" he screams.

I look at his face, his hair is all of the place, he's breathing hard, and his eyes tiny pinpricks. I lift my hands up in the universal sign of surrender, backing away. I nod as I back up.

"O-okay"

And then Italy seems to return to his normal cheerful self, he grabs my hand and leads me back to the kitchen.

"We're going to play some games today, a family gameday!" he cries happily.

Oh joy, playing games with a family of weirdos that don't want me to leave the house, this is going to be something else...