I have actually forgotten to type a one-year anniversary speech in Chapter 20 and I really want to do it. So here I thought to just type it up late than hurry and re-update the chapter. I really want to do this than hurrying on the date so if you don't want to read than okay, I'm really doing this in my own free will. Thank you.
So here I am, with a fanfiction that's now over a year old. This is actually my very second fanfiction where my first was a very amateur written that's incredibly confusing and is really bad. I easily lost motivation and quit and deleted it. Luckily, I read more fanfiction and books to improve my writing and of course, I got the motivated idea from "When In Rome" mainly and some partly like the harem genre, the one-sided pairings with Romano (creating most of the competitors in the competition), and just the ideas and events that go through my head for the fanfiction. I remember actually promising a new chapter each week but unfortunately I couldn't keep the promise for obvious reasons so sorry… But the good news is that my chapters are getting longer. :D
So yeah, I'm still living and still motivated enough to want to finish this but it's definitely nowhere near finishing just yet. And though I am definitely busy with school, life, and other fanfictions, I am fully sure that I'm not going to quit "Why Love Romano" anytime soon. :)
And at last but not least, I would like to give special thanks to the people that deserve it. First, I must fully thank Karu-chan for being the best friend in the world and without her, this account wouldn't be here. Just being there with me and being an awesome loyal fan that is just part of her Prussian awesomeness of who she is. :)
I would like to thank the anonymous reviewer known as courdeleon because his/her review just makes me motivated to finish this every time I read it. I don't know who you are but you are awesome. :)
Valkyrie99 for being an awesome reviewer to me by reviewing almost every chapter I uploaded.
And YoungFanBunny24, I thank you for finally winning the contest on guessing who the magenta-eyed man is. You are a winner. :3
And thank you for all you readers who reviewed, alert, favorite, or even just reading this far. Now here's the chapter for you guys.
Chapter 21: Thinking
"How could this happen, mon ami!" France shouts, not caring if anyone hears and focusing on how angry and agitated he is. The country of love, him, had to experience one hell of nightmarish date only to have his goal complete… but with such a horrible paid prize! "How is it so difficult for you to have Romano as your lover!"
"F-Francis… y-you're shouting a lot amigo…" Spain couldn't help but try to silence his rather very angered friend. It is rather weird to see how angry France can actually get. No matter how long Spain has been there for France, whether to help or fight against, Spain could never get used to this foreign angry look on France's face. It was like France with Spain's angry face.
"Mon ami…" France stops walking and glares at Spain's emerald green eyes. "I have planned dates for you. I have supported you on accepting your true feelings for Romano. I have been patient for you as you keep rejecting on confessing your feelings… As hot as your ass may be, you are seriously tiring me out!"
Instantly, Spain puts his hand up in surrender and giving a true apologetic look on his face. He may have the strength and punch to knock out his French friend but he's seriously getting a bit espantado of how angry France is being. He really didn't know that he had caused so much frustration for his friend.
"Well," Spain begins, trying to explain his frustrated French friend of the condition. "Lovi did forgive with the whole confession and everything but… he had the condition…"
"Well you could have objected it!" France retorts.
"I did!" Spain immediately argues. "I tried to make Lovi forgive him without the condition but…"
"The condition is…" Romano concludes, looking at Spain's eyes with his multi-colored eyes. "You, Spagna, is you to stop being so fucking confusing. I want to stop this shit you're doing with pervert bastard."
However, Spain couldn't get what exactly Romano is talking about and Romano knows. And Spain knows that Romano knows since Romano is giving a sour (yet still cute) look on him before sighing again.
Luckily but unfortunately, Romano gives out the more direct answer and exactly what he is talking about.
"No more of cheesy as fuck dates and goddamn confessions."
Of course, Spain didn't agree with this. He especially proved it by saying it out loud…
"Que! ¿Por qué?! Lovi!"
"Look bastard–"
"You can't be serious! I don't like it!"
"Bastard, listen–!"
"I thought you've perdonado me!"
"Bastard, would you just–"
"Per favore Lovi! Please forgive me~!"
"ANTONIO!"
Now that shut up Spain. Romano would barely say his human name. And when he did, it was either because Romano is pleased, very pleased and appreciated, with what Spain had did for him or Romano call him his human name because he wanted Spain to shut up and listen to him since it is completely serious and reasoning.
"Listen," Romano growls out, looking directly at Spain's eyes. He is signaling complete silence for the happy go lucky personification. "There's some pretty good damn reason why I chose this condition."
Spain opens his mouth to retort but one of Romano's index fingers was quickly pressing upon his lips. Oh! Romano's finger feels really nice and soft on your lips… And it kind of smells good too… Oh wait! You're supposed to listen to Romano's reasonable reasons for that horrible condition! Right!
"Now bastard," Romano informs you. "Listen here and listen once for your goddamn life and make it good, I'm going to explain this once and I want that stupid brain of yours to record every word that comes out of my fucking mouth and keep that damn flapping hole of yours shut. Got it."
Strangely that didn't really sound like a question but a command or order from Romano…
But before Spain could open his mouth and answer, Romano once again pressed his finger to Spain's lips. Spain could actually feel Romano's finger on the very bottom tips of his top teeth and Spain can't help but blush a little from this contact. It's almost like Romano is putting his finger in his mouth…
But before Spain could get a little bit um… *ahem* aroused *ahem* from this unintentional action, a pair of glaring and always beautiful eyes bore onto Spain and it seemed it is openly yelling at him no answer in words but action. Fortunately, Spain in a miracle has gotten the message and nods his head. In result, Romano seems to be satisfied with this answer and unfortunately put his finger away… It actually felt nice…
"Mon ami, as much as I would love to hear your appreciation of Romano's fingers, shouldn't you be giving me Romano's explanation?"
"Oh! Sí, sí! But I have to tell you the rest of the story."
"Oh mon dieu…"
Romano then places both of his hands on his nice hips, which are pretty–
"Mon ami, the story."
Okay fine, but Romano did put his hands on his hips. And he did look happier and had indeed lessened his glare. And then Romano speaks.
"Look bastard, unlike you," Romano pretty much emphasizes the word and points his other index finger at Spain and rather poke (well stab really) at Spain's chest. "I actually notice things. And what I notice from yoooou," Again, Romano stabs Spain with his finger. "Is that you've been taking me to places, suspicious places, fucking suspicious places that are used for cheesy as fuck romantic dates. Are you fucking catching my fucking drift?"
Luckily Spain didn't forget that he can't say anything from his mouth and just give off what he hoped a look that's actually saying he doesn't get what Romano is saying… All he heard from Romano is simply he was taking Romano to dates. Well, at least Romano knows, right?
Fortunately it looks Romano recognizes and knows what Spain is trying to say with the look on his face but is both groaning and sighing deeply. It seems to be a really a bad thing that Spain doesn't know what Romano is talking about.
"Mon ami, it's always a bad thing when you show that you don't know what they're talking about…"
Okay, since Spain didn't know that it's always a bad thing to show people that you don't know what they're talking about or "catching someone's drift" for he was confused on why Romano looks so angry. But since Spain can't exactly speak and ask Romano what's wrong, he just tilts his head like those cute and curious puppies.
Luckily Romano caught the message from the action that Spain did and what he could be doing subconsciously with his eyes. So Romano speaks again and hopefully explains it to Spain.
"What I mean bastard is that you, as you bastard and that fucked up stupid frog dick–"
"Hey!"
"Lovi said it!"
"Ugh!"
"–Have been putting up dates with you and me. Do you know what dates are, bastard? Here's a fucking clue, it's not a fucking revealing of what day it's fucking now. And because you are the most oblivious bastard ever, you don't realize what the fucking hell you are doing or even what the stupid frog bastard doing to us."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, Lovi knew."
"How?!"
Of course Spain gave a surprised look to Romano and definitely the emerald eyes are shouting in both English and Spanish of how Romano knows. But since Romano is still in a good mood, he explains.
"Remember bastard, not everyone is fucking damn you. For a fucking example, there's fucking me."
"True."
"Francis!"
"What mon ami? It's true!"
"And since I'm not fucking oblivious, I have discovered of few things. First is that you try to act normal like the tomato bastard you are in the first dates like you're damn uncomfortable. Then when the dates still continue, you just act like a complete tomato bastard as usual but you still act like you're forced to do something.
So I got fucking suspicious. I begin to do the obvious thing, I looked closely and investigate."
"That's the obvious thing…?"
"Well it seems to be the obvious thing for Lovi… and it's really cute when you think about–"
"Mon ami."
"Fine…"
"First obvious thing I see is that you look at something as if that's somehow helping you go through the date. Since I'm Italian, the best fucking thing there is–"
"No it's the French!"
"Francis!"
"I am just speaking the truth!"
"–In the fucking world, I catch the fucking suspicious things that you've been looking at. And what I discover is pretty fucking damn simple. For example, signs that are clearly French pick-up lines that you fucking read off of. There are signs with arrows telling to go to places which of course you do. There are people that look quite damn similar to frog bastard motioning you to do something, as well as people who give out free things that are fucking cheesy."
"How are the most romantic items and food be cheesy?!"
"Well, I kind of agree with Romano about that. Some things were a bit cheesy."
"Oh shut up, like you could say anything."
"Hey, Romano actually likes the tomato plant I gave him!"
"Never mind mon ami, just continue on."
"Look," Romano then sighs deeply. "Whatever frog bastard is doing, you shouldn't follow what he's been fucking instructing you what to do. Pervert bastard is thinking wrong and you should at least know that the bastard isn't always right. Seriously, the bastard confesses me to go since I'm actually a good fucking decent brother and I don't want Veneziano's innocence crushed and blended into a puree all because of the pervert bastard."
Then Spain couldn't believe what he was soon seeing next. Romano smiling… Romano is smiling… at him! Though the smile seems a bit sad-looking as Spain witnesses it…
"Antonio," Now Spain couldn't believe his ears. Now Romano is saying Spain's human name! But Spain continues to listen on and try not to glee about it and hug his dear cute Romano. "Look, you're… a bastard. Well to be more fucking specific, you're a bastard that I can live with and had and shit like that. You've been a fucking decent caretaker and way better than the spoiled stick in the goddamn ass bastard known as Austria–"
"Ohohohohon!"
"Yeah, I snickered at that too!"
"Yes, it's fucking hilarious. I'll let you chuckle on that, tomato bastard. But seriously, you took care of my sorry bratty ass and um…"
Soon Romano looks away, trying to hide one of his cute tomato blushes. But of course, Spain could still see it~.
"Gracias… España…" Now Spain can't help but beam in happiness that Romano is actually thanking him in Spain's native language, Spanish! Oh, if only Spain could just hug him now~! But oh~! How hard it is to restrain himself!
"So, to fucking wrap this dumb ass long and fucking cheesy speech up since I have to go somewhere," Romano then takes a deep breath and then takes a deep breath out. "My condition is to stop these fucking dates and weird ass confessions since we indeed… love each other…" Then Romano lets a sad chuckle and a smile that looks even sadder out but Spain doesn't really know why. "But not in the fucking way that pervert bastard is thinking…"
Then something happened.
In a good way, Spain's heart stopped at first. And then it flushes, did those weird cartwheels, and finally those cool moves that people do before splashing quietly in the pool in the Olympic games. Spain pretty much guess that his heart is now going the salsa with the fast beat it's making and how much it's still moving around inside of Spain's body… Why?
Simple, it's because Romano is hugging him.
Actually… Hugging… HIM!
Damn it Spain's body! Work! Hug Romano back!
Hug him!
Hug him!
Hug him!
Hug him!
Hug him!
Damn it! Hug him back~!
France didn't know what to do. He could either face-palm or snicker away at what Spain is doing. Seriously, this is just… France has no beautiful and wonderful French words to describe this moment… Though to put it simple, Spain is actually chanting for him to hug Romano…
As entertaining and disturbing as it is, France would like Spain to continue the story and tell him exactly why Romano gave out that damn condition of his.
"Mon ami, the story," However Spain is still having a conflict with himself either from acting upon the memory or just simply being Spain. "The story is still not finished, mon ami."
A short chorus of quick snaps is made but Spain is still not responding to France. France is seriously thinking of slapping Spain in the back of the head if that gets a response. But since he's such a good friend as well as being country of l'amour, France will just clap in front of Spain's face. And thus he did.
Luckily France doesn't have to do anymore since Spain finally snap out. France manages to just let out a quiet and tiny chuckle as Spain makes a face and fully shows the realization and completion of bringing back reality to him. Hopefully Spain just goes back to the story and finally finishes it…
Unfortunately, Spain couldn't hug back and cuddle with his precious Romano for being too surprised and any chance that he had was gone as Romano push away from the hug he made. Unlike those harsh shoves that Romano would usually do, this one was completely different. It was gentle and calm like something happened that Spain doesn't know. Romano's grip was tight and firm but still loose for him to move his arms around but tight enough where any attempt of getting out isn't going to happen at all. But there was something that surprised him…
Romano is smiling.
Sure, Romano does smile but never like this. Usually when Romano is smiling, he usually hides it as if it was somehow a bad thing or a treat that you have to work hard for eyes. But now… Romano is actually openly smiling at him! It seemed so wonderful~!
But…there was something wrong… with Romano's smile… and something else…
Usually Spain could actually tell what's Romano's real emotions and feeling by either his blush or his beautiful eyes. Of course, Romano was in no way blushing right now and is rather Spain that was blushing as well as speechless. However, there were his eyes that tell something else… His eyes did not look the same… For where was the fire, the fire that shines what seemed forever in those eyes? For there is none, there is something else…
Whatever is in those eyes, Spain doesn't really like them compared to the fire… It was dull. To put it in blunt, his eyes look dull. There was no spark, no flicker, no sparkle, no glint, and no fragment of light in those eyes. Romano's eyes did have color but it looked so… so dead to those artistic shades that are lively and reveal so much about the real Romano. This did not look like sadness or anger or anything simple really. It was like something horrible happened and had… hurt Romano…
Finally, Romano let go of his grip on Spain's arm and let out what seemed to be an exhausted sigh… Soon, Romano just crossed his arms and look down, hiding his eyes away from Spain now…
"Antonio…" Spain soon snaps out and perked up at his human name. But Romano was rather taking a moment… and Spain looked at Romano really hard…
Romano, in a way, looked like… a veteran… or really old… Romano still looks young and handsome like any personification but… it looked like he had gotten older in such a short time.
"Antonio," Romano begins again, still not looking up and still looking down at the ground. "Don't you dare listen to France."
Spain couldn't help but widen his eyes and perk his ears as Romano actually said France.
"Don't you fucking dare listen to France, okay…France… the stupid bastard…He…He's fucking wrong… He's going to make you believe in… love shit that's not true… So goddamn please… just… just accept the damn condition… for me…"
What could Spain do…? Of course, Spain wants to make Romano happy so he soon did what he had to do…
There was silence… Spain didn't look France in the eyes and France in the eyes and France just looks at Spain…
There was no yelling or criticizing from France and no whining or begging from Spain. Both don't know what to say after the story. Both are thinking of what was told.
"So… Let me get this straight, mon ami," France had finally said something and breaking the rather tense atmosphere. However, France is serious. "Romano had told you that you guys love each other… less than lovers…"
"…Sí…"
"Romano had also said that I had told you that you love him as a lover?"
"…Sí…"
"…Also, I was the one who started and forced you guys on the dates…?"
"Well, it is sort of true…"
Silence again…
France couldn't believe it. Romano had known about the dates. He also believes that France is forcing and manipulating Spain on loving Romano. Now, France may be a pervert and all but he doesn't mess with love and make love miserable for people. France knows that Romano really (and perhaps forever) dislikes him for being a pervert so France can see how Romano could believe this way. But there's a problem…
Romano is very and really stubborn. He is extremely hard to convince to get rid of an idea or a belief of his. If Romano truly believes that France is manipulating Spain and Spain really only loves Romano less than a lover, there's no way he could get Romano to stop anytime soon. And also the condition… Spain would want Romano to be happy and will be stubborn on not breaking it. And even if France did make Spain do it, it will just prove Romano's false belief…
So the question is now: What could they do now…?
Romano needs a cigarette.
Not just any cigarette, a good Italian made exclusive cigarette is what he needs. Though Romano isn't one who smokes a lot, he sometimes needs a smoke.
Romano is now leaning on a wall on a stupid, perverted French building and has his arms crossed while glaring at various things with his head tilt down. He's taking deep breaths in and out slowly and smoothly as if he was smoking a cigarette for there's no way he's going to buy and smoke a French cigarette.
This is one of those times where Romano would faintly wish that he was back being a heavy smoker. Of course, he was like that because all of the stress from the Mafia and trying to govern and control his lands at the same time. He couldn't do alcohol since every time he did, he would be drunk off his ass and stupid fucking mistakes that he can't remember.
And then there was smoking, it's both a stress reliever and doesn't get him frank yet it's completely and dangerously addictive and unhealthy. By being a heavy smoker, Romano had at least more than one box of cigarettes in him. Some boxes actually helped Romano from a few bullet shots and a couple of knife stabs. Though Romano wants a cigarette now, he's glad he got out of his addiction.
His dear sorella, Sicily, had been the first to notice, the one that's the most understanding, the one with the most patience, and the one with the highest and deepest motivation for Romano to stop being a heavy smoking addict. She pretty much snapped and went to action when she found out he tried the product drugs after a complete hell down, stressful day. She was both calm and fiery as she worked on him though was fully yelling and shouting when she found out and found him. She was also crying too… She cared so much for Romano that Romano couldn't live the guilt that he actually made her cry so he try to work hard too.
Like any human, it was a fucking struggle. Romano had to find another thing to relieve his stress so he took sharpshooting as well as cooking and gardening. Sicily had to hide his cigarettes that he tries to sneaking hide but fail every time. Sicily soon had to sell his cigarettes since there were soon too many for her to successfully hide them from Romano. Romano used tomatoes as a replacement "drug" but soon had to actually buy plants since he was buying too much. All of that and Romano had to also suffer a throat full of extra mucus that's actually choking himself…
Hmm…Perhaps it could be a reason why his voice is indeed deeper than Veneziano…
But that's just fucking great since thinking about smoking, for Romano wants a cigarette even fucking more… Great…
But goddamn it. Romano doesn't feel like moving from his spot but he needs to get the hell out of pervert bastard's land!
Stupid Spain, he's always such a tomato bastard and–
"Qui. You need this right, Italy?"
Romano looks up quickly and turns to where that voice is and–…Sicily…?
"Ciao Italia. You need a sigaretta right? So qui, take one."
…Romano couldn't help but take a double-take and blink a couple to a few times as what he was seeing is actually his darling sorella and not a mirage. He is also trying to progress that his darling sorella is actually holding a box of authentic Italian made cigarettes and is actually giving a stick for him… But what Romano is seeing is actually real…
"…Sicilia… Didn't you help me with my goddamn smoking addiction in the first place…?"
"Sí, I remember. But you need a sigaretta, not want one. Addiction is based on want."
Romano looks at Sicily and looks at Sicily and raises an eyebrow. Romano knows Sicily never really jokes and is hesitant about things. She isn't always about serious business and can actually have fun but yeah.
"…You sure?"
"I am sicuro you won't go back but I cannot let you suffer when you need a sigaretta. Sometimes, you need bad things to live on and be strong."
Romano couldn't help but grimace a bit inwardly. The last sentence could be a simple excuse about having the Mafia but he shouldn't think about it. He seriously needs that cigarette.
Romano simply took the one that's simply is offered to him as it sticks partly in the air and partly out of the cigarette box. Immediately after taking the cigarette, Sicily took the cigarette box and in a flash, hid it. After hiding it somewhere, Sicily immediately got out a lighter, ready and lit. These are the times when both appreciate Sicily's lightning reflex of taking weapons out or replacing them in a quick second. Romano soon puts the cigarette to his lips and already Sicily has put the lighter near and easily lit the cigarette. In a second, Sicily took and hid the lighter away from Romano, already shut and unlit.
Romano finally takes a deep drug of the real cigarette, feeling the unhealthy and killing smoke in his lungs…
Quickly taking out with two fingers, Romano soon smoothly lets out a visible grey line that soon turns cloudy and disappears in the air. It actually looks professional and cool. It was like back then, when Romano was slowly killing himself and hurting himself as well…
Soon Romano takes another drag, tasting the dangerous, addictive nicotine in his tongue and lungs again…
However, Romano soon takes a peek at his sorella. She had her lipstick yet chapped lips a bit parted while her pretty eyes are looking at…
"Oi, Sicilia, you can have a smoke too, you know."
Of course, Sicily is actually surprised at this. Her eyes quickly widen as she hears it. She clumps her lips and makes a long, thin line to unintentionally emphasize her surprise. Romano can safely bet that his sorella is surprised at this.
"…Are you sure Italy?" Romano can't help but let out a chuckle. Sicily seems to be the only one who questions an offered smoke if they're sure.
"Sí, if I'm having a damn smoke, might as well let you take one as well. That and it looks like you need it too."
Interesting enough, Sicily didn't react what Romano had bet. She looks down, looking ashamed of something. Usually when Romano offered something, Sicily would be ecstatic about it. But when Romano thinks about it, a smoke is a release to stress and depression… And when Romano thinks about it more, what Romano said to Sicily is an insult, not a comforter… And thinking more, what is making Sicily stressed…? …Possibly the Mafia…
"Alright… I'll have a smoke with you Italia… I have to tell you something anyway…"
Sicily, as if a professional magician, has the box of cigarettes in her hand. Unlike Romano, she took out a cigarette out with her fingers. It's a good sign since people who smoke a lot can "professionally" take a cigarette by the mouth and let one stick out of the box with just a shake. But before Sicily could take out the lighter, Romano put his hand on her shoulder.
Sicily quickly looks eye to eye to Romano, his eyes boring at hers. But before Sicily could say anything, Romano beat her and explains.
"Look, you don't need the lighter. I need to damn thank you for the smoke. So to put it damn simple, get you damn light from my sigaretta. It's the least I can do."
Sicily couldn't help but blush at this. It's a cigarette kiss. In a way, it's absolutely a kiss with Romano. No real contact with lips but it's still a kiss. Sicily almost dropped her cigarette and box to the ground. The cigarette is there, burning the end off bit by bit and creating that familiar burnt gray area. Even if it didn't reach past half off, Sicily is impressed that one drag took a lot… Romano must really need that cigarette…
Sicily tries to think Mafia business, like she was on a mission. She tries to calm her heart down, take unnoticeable deep breaths, and take action. Unfortunately she was and is fully successful in the missions and never with Romano… She was panicking, shaking arms are there and there is no calm and cool in her. Fuck, she's acting like a stupid girl! But that's what love does it seems…
She tries to calm down that fast beating heart and those pesky nerves as she lifts the cigarette to her lips. Lips clamping really shut on her cigarette. Her heart quickens even more as Romano pulls closer to her for their cigarettes to actually touch. She is pretty much imitating some fish as she purses her lips as much as she can and…
They kissed… with cigarettes…
No contact, there's no contact with lips at all. Even if there is none, it still made Sicily's heart soar.
She is so lucky that the cigarette actually burns. But soon Romano goes away and now is leaning on the wall, smoking and taking another drag… Well…
Sicily is no copycatting Romano, leaning on the wall next to him and taking a drag. She isn't exactly a first timer where she could cough at the drugs if she took too much but still takes smaller and shorter drugs. The familiar nicotine is now on her lips and tongue. She never really likes the taste…
"…So… What's been stressing you out, sorella?"
Sicily couldn't help but tense up and look at Romano (this time, she successfully turn her head slowly enough to not look like she's caught in an act of crime). She looks at Romano and deep into his eyes… He truly is worried and curious about what's been stressing her.
…Looks like Sicily have to put her little plan to go…
"…I'm going to have to do a solo mission for the Mafia that will take time." Sicily takes another drag. "…I am also going to do family bonding with Sardinia…"
All of this is true. However, the solo mission is typical transfer and dealing that indeed does take time and most likely turn smoothly. And to cease boredom as well as more planning, Sicily is going to visit Sardinia more. In a way, it's "family" bonding.
And Romano believes it. He stops worrying and nods.
They both go back to smoking…
"…So… Mon ami… Got any idea…?"
Spain shakes his head. The two best friends had gone into another café, trying to think of something to do for the whole situation. Let's just say… they got nothing.
They had coffee, trying to be high in caffeine and finally get an idea from rapidly thinking. But really, it didn't work…
They couldn't think of anything that would cause Romano to be either or plenty or all: mad, distant, suspicious, sad, aggravated, agitated, ashamed, angered, ashamed, and… well, anything that's adjective to be literally torn apart…
They had a lot of coffee…
And the aftereffects have come…
"Ay… I wish I didn't mess up with the whole confesión! Then I would have gotten Lovi and win that estúpida competencia!"
"How do you think how I'm feeling, mon ami? I am the country of l'amour and that should make me the best matchmaker."
Both friends sigh in unison. What are they supposed to do now? But…
"We can't quit amigo! I love Romano and I won't give him up ever!" Spain will never give up a fight so easily! He fought long and hard for Romano in the past and he will fight even harder for his heart. "There has to be something we could do!"
"Why…there is, Antonio~." A familiar voice soon creeps upon the table and then immediately after, a very familiar figure and face appears.
"C-Cerdeña?!" France gasps out, almost falling off his chair and somehow not causing attention to the table. "W-What a-are you doing here? N-Not that we d-don't want you here but–"
"Francis, if you talk… I'll finish my job…" Immediately France clumps his mouth shut and soon Sardinia's pupil hiding eyes began to bore on Spain. "Ciao…Antonio…"
Yup, Spain isn't used to her. It's like Belarus, you can never be truly comfortable with a person like that… if they're considered human… Sardinia has this… weird villainy thing going on with her…
"You know… In my land as well as many… we say our hellos back…"
"O-Oh! S-Sí! Hola!"
Sardinia giggles, mysteriously taking out a chair as if it appeared out of thin air and soon sitting down in it. "Well… I have heard from… the eyes that you have a condition with… the citizen of the Roman Empire…"
Spain couldn't help but stutter out in nerves of those eyes of hers. "U-Um… Sí…"
Sardinia giggles again, putting one of her elbows on the table as well as one of her forearms for the other limb. The one forearm that has its elbow contact to the table has her chin resting on the hand. "Well, I couldn't do much but… perceive what you blindly planning… For all you are doing… you are thinking of the goal… but not what is truly the problem of this… condition…"
Spain still doesn't get what Sardinia is saying sometimes (actually most of the times)… Sometimes even with the really and very few interactions, Spain wishes he knows what she's saying. Perhaps he can actually understand Romano…
"You see, Antonio… You are thinking of your… goal, your future… You must set your mind on fixing and getting rid of… problems that have been keeping you from your goal…
But, since you don't understand what is truly going on… I must tell you in front for if I give you clues, you remain clueless…" Antonio couldn't help but grimace at that. It sounds like she's insulting him. "So to give… the full picture… with no details… You must get rid of the… parasites, the competitors that have made this little battling competition going on… For if you do… there is more chance to capture Romano's heart…"
"But won't that take long?" Spain couldn't help but interrupt and ask.
But once again, Sardinia giggles. "But Antonio… you have the time you need… Remember… your little condition that is of Rome's…"
Spain could guess that "of Rome" is Romano but seriously, why would she say that than Romano? Is there something important about it…? Spain remembers something like that in the weird "warning" of hers that he got. Is there like some weird meaning behind it…? He really doesn't like it.
"So Antonio, all you have to do is simply… finish competition…" Sardinia then smirks. "That is if you truly do love Romano…"
"Of course I do!" Spain yells, banging both his fists on the table. As uncomfortable Sardinia may be, Spain isn't going to be fully afraid and will fight back.
Sardinia giggles once more and her dull eyes bore on Spain. "Buono… Then you know something… I'll be clandestine for a bit of time and I'll be expecting you to do your work…" Her eyes then move to France who immediately stiffens. "As well as you… you Narcissus of amare…"
In a snap, something went to the table and had stabbed it near France's hand. If a centimeter more, Sardinia would have hit France's index finger. France lets out a tiny but hearable squeak as it happened. For the weapon is actually a game dart…
"Take this into your mind… This competition has been bothering my siblings for quite some time… I want you to rid of the competitors… or he will do it…"
Sardinia smiles as if she's completely innocent. Spain couldn't help but be reminded of Russia of this. Sure Russia is big and scary and all but at least he has a weakness (AKA deepest fear) that's Belarus. And he didn't know much about Sardinia…
"Do you get… it…An~tho~ny~? Because if you do not… you will have a… hell of a competition… perhaps even a war…"
Sardinia soon sits up from her chair, quickly and elegantly. She still has that innocent looking smile on her face as she now stares at Spain. She had done what she needs to do. Leaving alone her dear selfless grande fratello will be a problem but not much as she has these two getting rid of the competition. She knows they won't get rid of all but at least those that are just nuisance.
Spain had something that makes him want to protect and fight for dear grande fratello. So, by using that something will perhaps not only get rid of unnecessary competitors but as well as get information from those who stayed. This could help benefit on getting closer to dear grande fratello and finally getting rid of the rest of them.
Sardinia is ready to leave and go to where Sicily is…but first…
Swiftly she takes out the dart out of the table and hears the pathetic squeak from France…
Now she leaves…
"Hey… Sicilia…" Romano begins, after smoking a few cigarettes already. "Whatever you fucking do, don't you dare fall in love…"
Sicily looks at Romano with a cigarette on her fingers. She didn't suspect Romano to say that…
All have they been doing is smoking more than just one cigarette and enjoying a rather comfortable silence together. Romano started wanting more than one since he finished it and still hasn't fully relieved of whatever he's having. Sicily always wants to help her dear fratello and gave him another. They shared another cigarette kiss but failed as Sicily was about almost finished with hers. Soon Sicily gets another cigarette for her and finally did a successful cigarette kiss again with Romano.
They did this a couple of times and Sicily's heart still soared every time. It seems so simple to do together but it's still bliss for Sicily. This is something outside of the Mafia that they could actually be together…
"Italy… what do you exactly mean? Why should I not fall in love?" Sicily asks but knows.
"It's fucking simple, sorella. Falling in love is fucking stupid. You get damn nothing from it and all it does is be annoying as hell to you and doesn't do shit for you. Falling in love is a damn torture than a fucking virtue. You wonder and think about the bastard of what he's doing when it's none of your goddamn business and it's not even that fucking important at all. You get happy for no fucking reason for everything that they do for you. And worst of all…" Sicily watches as Romano leans more on the wall and his shoulders lowering down. This breaks her heart on how broken Romano looks. "…You'll just break your heart in the end…"
Sicily looks down to the ground. Oh how she knows that feeling…
"And you know what else, Sicily… You don't get your heart broken once, you get it broken plenty. Whether it's big or little, you'll get heartbreaks. Sometimes I think it's called falling in love because things always break when they fall to the ground, no matter how little the damage. And once you fall hard, well…"
Yes, she knows. That is also called unrequited love…
"…Sí… I will keep that in mind…" Sicily said, actually almost choking on her words.
Finally Romano finishes what could be his final cigarette, flicking it to the ground, and stops leaning on the wall. Romano takes a deep sigh and stretches a bit, cracking his neck for a bit. Luckily he looks and feels more relaxed after smoking. Sure, he isn't going back to smoking but he sure as hell needed it!
"Oi, Sicilia, do you want to go back home?"
Sicily looks at Romano and the offering hand that Romano is giving to her. She then looks at the smile that's on Romano's face… And she looks at his eyes, filled with love… but not the love that she wants…
Yeah… she'll think about it… She has a lot of time to do thinking anyway…
Perhaps she needs another cigarette…
She never really likes the taste…
And thus the end of this chapter…
I am sorry that it's been taking so long after updating but I've been really busy. Luckily when I was out, someone named YoungFanBunny24 has figured out who the magenta-eyed man is! So congratulations! She's actually great to message with. :)
And I promise this will be the last time you guys will see the Italian sisters. I had to do this final task for them. So now, they will hide and do planning while France and Spain are trying their best to get rid of competition. Yup, it's definitely worth them appearing again.
Also in the cigarette scene, I was making a little fun of the English Dub if you guys can find it. :D
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