How long has it been? Almost two years?
Well, I'm back! Older, a slightly better writer, yet... I am sorta out of the Hetalia fandom? Don't get me wrong, I will always love Hetalia, but the fandom has gotten a little obnoxious. But hey! I'm here to give you all a couple of chapters... just to wrap things up (there never was a plot tho?) and give myself some closure. All of my one-shot stories will get a few endings chapters.
For the people that still follow this story... thank you. You don't know how much that means to me.
Now, about this chapter! I hope you all don't mind soft shonen-ai...? It's just some flirting between my OTP, but I'll keep it low-key for you guys. This chapter is going to be a little less funny, too, but it will still have a light-hearted theme around it? There will be an intense scene tho, just warning you all. 3
Romano was a wise man. He understood the differences between right and wrong, he knew most basic knowledge, and was an athletic soul. (Not really, but his calves were ripped?) Since he was such a well-rounded nation, what kind of man would he be if he were to deny a woman asking for some advice? No, no, he would never do that. Of course he would help a lovely lady! It was his duty as gentleman.
So. Why the ever-living fuck was he in a tuxedo, escorting Seychelles into a really fancy ballroom and was that Japan and Taiwan quietly chatting near the punch, Lithuania dodging a flute being thrown at him by Belarus, and Canada dancing with Ukraine in the corner?
No way. They were breaking the bro code by doing this. All of them. They fell for the disgustingly gorgeous women and their fluttery eyelashes and their cute smiles, and wait, wasn't Romano bi? Fuck it. The girls were hot. No disrespect to them, he knew that they could (and would) kick his ass in a heartbeat, but he could appreciate their audacity to actually ask out the weirdest guys in the world. Literally.
Seychelles smiled at softly, before letting his arm go. "I'll go round up the girls, and then we're going to get a table. You go hang out with your friends~ But, always be ready to dance~!" she sang with a little swing of her hips, her deep red dress billowing around her as she floated away.
Romano shook his head, trying to clear his mind, then walked over to Japan.
"Oi, Kiku, how did she convince you to come?" He muttered, leaning over his friend's shoulder.
He watched Japan's entire body shudder in surprise, before he turned around and addressed Romano formally. "Good evening, Lovino-kun. I hope you are well. And, to answer your question, I was forced to come. I was told that if I was to not come, I would never see my most prized possession again."
Romano snorted, "Ha, what's that? A naked man statue?"
"More or less. A body pillow of Makoto Tachibana." Japan shrugged.
"Oh."
Silence filled the air between the two.
"You know, I hope and pray that you don't do any freaky shit with that pillow Kiku-"
Suddenly, quick footsteps came up to them. It was Lithuania, who was flushed red and panting. He looked up at them from his crouched position, before he stood up straight and smiled weakly. "I... Hello. I can explain."
Japan nodded and reached over, brushing some platinum hair off of Lithuania's padded shoulder. "Please do." He stated simply.
Lithuania opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it. He was looking behind the other two men, so they glanced back, only to see Belarus glaring at them from their little girl group. She made a slow movement- her pointer finger slowly going across her neck- then harshly pointed at Lithuania. The poor man squeaked and sighed.
Romano and Japan were already disturbed enough, but that just made things ten times worse. Japan set down his champagne flute, then gestured for the other two to follow him to a table. The table was at a distance from everything else that was going on, and they were all surprised that no one else had taken it... until they saw Kumajiro underneath it.
"Kuma-sama, please get out from under the table. There is food by the doorway." Japan commanded quietly. The trio watched the polar bear slink out from the table and waddle over to the food table, only to see Germany smile and pet the bear happily. Italy looked absolutely terrified- Germany was smiling? There was a bear in the building? A deadly bear? And Germany was petting it? What?
Anyway, back to three-quarters of the Fourseen. They sat at the table, silence filling the space around them. Lithuania coughed awkwardly, before smiling.
"So, uh... what a night, huh?" He asked, nodding to himself. Yes, that was a great question.
"Great question, Toris. Even though I JUST FUCKING GOT HERE." Romano looked at him pointedly, tilting his head towards Seychelles and her little group. "I can't stand it. I can't tell if she's flirting with me or just trying to show me off to her gal pals. I don't want to be a toy or arm candy, damn it."
Japan sighed, "I guess that is how many women feel. We need to treat them fairly, Lovino-kun. Women are not evil or manipulative. Most of them, anyway." he chuckled under his breath, "It never hurts to ask her what her intentions are."
"That's the thing, though!" Romano hit the table with his hand, startling Lithuania from his dreamworld. He blinked and looked at the confused and irritated Italian. "I don't want to know her "intentions"! I didn't even want to come to this idiotic banquet with her." Romano grumbled.
Lithuania tilted his head. "Who did you want to come with, then? Belgium?"
Romano shook his head and pointed to the corner, where Ukraine and Canada were just chatting. Canada smiled and laughed, before noticing that his friends were looking at him. The cheerful and timid nation waved, before being pulled back into an interesting conversation by Ukraine. Romano watched them quietly, a solemn expression on his face.
"Oh..." Lithuania nodded, "Ukraine. She is very pretty and sweet. I-I'm sure that Matthew won't mind if you ask her for a dance or something? And, he might wanna dance with Seychelles-"
"No, not Ukraine." Japan muttered, continuing to watch Romano, "Matthew-kun. You like him."
Romano rolled his hazel eyes and puffed, "Stupid, right? He'd never like a guy like me. I'm rough, I don't like all that warm fuzzy stuff, I like passion and excitement. That guy," He pointed his thumb at the man in question, "is a total hunk, but a softie. Matthew has qualities that make him seem weak, sometimes girly, but fuck, he can benchpress a bear and throwback an entire glass of whiskey in ten seconds."
Romano hid his face in his hands. "Oh my god, this is embarrassing. Why am I talking to you both about this? You're just gonna tell him."
Lithuania and Japan nodded in confirmation.
"As soon as Matthew comes over, we can leave you two alone so that you ca-"
Before Lithuania could finish sharing his idea, a loud boom echoed throughout the room. The floor shook, glasses and trays fell to the ground, and yells filled the air. All of the countries in the room immediately calmed themselves. Germany, who had already gotten up to the microphone in the front of them room, quickly turned it on and began to speak:
"Everyone, I do believe that this is a code red. I repeat, a code red. Please gather in groups of five and prepare to do the worst. Please make sure there is at least three nations from different continents in your group. Go downstairs, and get into a vehicle. Thank you, and stay safe. May God be with you." Germany finished his orders, befofe swiftly turning around and grabbing Veneziano's hand.
Suddenly, it was like all hell broke loose. Countries that were best friends, close friends, or family stayed together, forcing Germany and other law-abiding countries to break them apart. Finland was handing a tearful Sealand to Sweden, before walking over to Cameroon and his group. America had been a part of France's group, before being shoved over to Russia's. Enemy against enemy, it felt like.
Thankfully, Japan, Lithuania, and Romano would be okay as a group. The problem was... they needed two more people. Japan quickly stood up and walked over to Canada and Ukraine. Ukraine was crying, a steady stream of tears flowing down her face.
"I was hoping that I could just enjoy this one evening, Matvey! I wanted to dance and drink, talk with old friends, just like the old times!" She wailed.
Canada frowned and rubbed her back. "I'm so sorry..." he whispered, then turned to see Japan and the others.
Romano smirked, hiding his pain at seeing Canada's hand on Ukraine's back, and held out his hand.
"We should be a group, the five of us, si?" He said smartly.
Japan rolled his eyes, then nodded. "Yes, that was what I was thinking."
Part two coming next week, friends! Thank you for reading. I hope that you like the Canmano I slipped in... If enough of you all don't like it, I'll leave it open-ended. :)
