Disclaime:Nothing is mine.
The Spaniard sat as the Nimble Men glanced at each other. They never had to explain something like this before. Even when the first winter came nothing like this had ever happened before.
The Belgium girl sighed softly. "Everyone, but Mr. Antonio get out…" She said in a motherly tone of voice.
The Nimble Men stared at her, but shrugged it off as one by one they left. Who could explain love better than a girl anyways? The Netherlands didn't leave as quickly as the others. He gave his little sister a worried look.
She saw the look and pouted. "This is a girl on girl talk….no boys aloud."
The last Nimble Man gave her a confused look as he glared the Spanish man. He was a man that was sure. The last Nimble Man looked at his sister again and understood. "Gross…." He said as he left as well.
The little girl smiled happily. She always won. She sat down next to the Spaniard and took his hands. "Okay, you love this boy right?" She asked sweetly.
The Spaniard gave her a confused look. "Of course…"
"Have you ever told him that?" She pressed.
"All the time." The Spaniard said happily.
"Have you told anyone else you love them in front of this boy?"
The Spaniard thought for a moment, but then nodded. "Yes…." He said, but quickly added, "But I love him most of all!" after seeing her sad face.
The little girl sighed feeling sorry for Romano. She slowly played with the Spaniard's hands. "Have you told him that?" She asked already knowing the answer.
"…..no….but…."
"You can't expect this boy to know you love him most of all. Don't even use that excuse. He's confused. Think about it. You love everyone…don't you think this boy wonders how much you love him if you love everyone? Don't you think this boy gets jealous seeing you with other people you 'love'? And he doesn't know how to deal with that, because from what I know he has a foul mouth, but you're too dense to even try and understand the meaning behind his words!" The girl scolded.
The Spaniard looked away embarrassed.
The girl softly sighed. "Listen…Just as you can't read his mind, he can't read yours. You need you say straight up everything….In A Serious Tone!" She pressed already knowing the man's free, playful nature.
"But…how?" The Spaniard asked. It's been so long since he'd been really serious and never in front of Romano had he ever been 'serious'. Maybe for a second, but….no he still seemed playful even when he scolded Romano for not cleaning or breaking something.
The Belgium girl rolled her eyes. "Simple….find him…sit next to him….and talk to him. No jokes, No nicknames, and No, NO getting off track at the meaning of your words!" She said wagging her finger.
The Spaniard sighed. "Is that really it?"
The girl thought for a moment then nodded. "Pretty much."
The Spanish man nodded his thanks and started off to find his Lovi. Wait…no nicknames…Lovino. The Spaniard held a soft blush on his cheeks. Calling Lovi, Lovino was very different for the Spaniard. Very different….but…not bad…
"NO NOT AWESOME!" The white hair Cheshire cat screamed as he met his new partner. A small new Cheshire cat with ocean blue eyes and dirty blonde hair.
The small Cheshire cat pouted. "I-it's not like I am quite enjoying being a doltish, rambunctious man's partner either."
The older and more awesome Cheshire cat stared at the small boy. What the hell did he just say?
The Oldest Cheshire cat couldn't help, but laugh. Wonderful, simply wonderful. The oldest Cheshire cat never had this much fun since…since…
He felt a mournful smile appear on his lips. Since he lived with Kiku. But…those days were long over.
"Older brother Yao?" The oldest Cheshire cat turn quickly to see his little Kiku walk into his room.
How did he get in without the other Cheshire cats noticing?
"Um…the door was unlocked so I let myself in…and the other Cheshire cats are holding Gilbert-san and that smaller boy apart from each other so….um….may we please speak?" The Japanese man asked softly.
The oldest Cheshire cat glanced outside. The Japanese man was telling the truth. Hmmm…no wonder the yelling stopped. He mused seeing both Cheshire cats that were fighting having a sock in their mouths. The oldest man turned to the small Japanese man. The small man had a hopeful look on his face, but he seemed nervous as well…
The oldest man sighed softly and shut his bedroom door. "We may speak…" He answered softly. But he has to leave before the Queen or King know he's here….or….he'll never get to leave.
Queen of Heart- Feliciano Vargas (North Italy/ Veneziano)
King of Hearts- Ludwig (Germany)
Queen of Spades- Arthur Kirkland (England)
King of Spades- Alfred F. Jones (AMERICA!)
Queen of Diamonds- None
King of Diamonds- Francis Bonnefoy (France)
Queen of Clovers- Elizaveta Héderváry (Hungary)
King of Clubs- Ivan Braginski (Russia)
Cheshire Cats- Gilbert Weillschmidt (Prussia), Toris Lorinaitis (Lithuania), Raivis Galante (Latvia), Eduard Von Bock (Estonia), Wang Yao (China), Peter Kirkland (Sealand)
Mad-Hatter- Roderich Edelstein (Austria)
March Hare- Vash Zwingli (Switzerland)
The Dormouse- Heracles Karpusi (Greece)
The Nimble Men- Tino Väinämöinen (Finland), Berwald Oxenstierna (Sweden), Iceland, Norway, Denmark, and The Netherlands
Residents of the Kingdom of Hearts- Bella (Belgium), Kiku Honda (Japan)
Caterpiller- Feliks Łukasiewicz (Poland)
Others- Britannia Angel, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo (Spain), Lovino Vargas (South Italy / Romano)