Day 3: Germany's House
This is the first day where the pairings began appearing, specifically, GerItaly and PruMel. Hopefully you like it. If random words appear, I was watching TV as I was typing this, so….
I reference a fanfic in this chapter, the link is fanfiction . net / s / 6470769 / 1 / Just remove the spaces. Or theres a snapshot I took on photobucket, sorry about the rainbowfication. Again, just remove spaces. http:/ i905 . photobucket . com / albums / ac253 / skyestrike / a67921b2 . jpg
The next morning went slightly better then the last. She remembered where she was before she leapt out of bed, so she didn't make a fool of herself. Again. She headed towards the kitchen, refusing to look in the library. She found bread once she reached the kitchen, and was searching for a toaster when Vienna and Vera walked in.
"Hey Mel. Whatcha lookin' for?" Vienna asked sleepily.
"Don't you people have a toaster?" she asked, opening another cabinet.
"Two to the left and one up." Vera told her, and she nodded her thanks. As she was setting it up, Vera changed the subject abruptly. "Prussia went back to Germany's house after you went to bed."
Mel scowled fiercely. "Crikey, that guy pisses me off. Wouldn't say three words to me last night. Wouldn't even look at me."
"Well, you did show him your chest first thing in the morning." Vienna pointed out.
"That's why I'm confused." Vera interjected. "Why was he acting so embarrassed? Last summer, my swimsuit top came off at the beach, and all he did was grin at me."
Mel was saved from answering when the toaster dinged to signify her toast was done. Grinning, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small yellow labeled jar. She found a knife and began spreading a thick black paste over her toast.
"Ewwww." Vera said, making a face. "What is that stuff?"
Mel grinned. "It's Vegemite, mate. Most Australian food there is. Wanna bite?"
Vienna hesitated. "Um. Sure." She took the offered toast and delicately took a tiny bite off one corner. Nearly immediately, she gagged and ran to the garbage to spit it out. "What on Earth is that stuff made of? It tastes as bad as England's food!"
"Whatcha talkin' 'bout?" Mel asked through a huge bit of toast. She swallowed and continued. "England's food is good."
Vera made a face. "I forgot you're related to him. Of course you'd have no taste buds."
"Hey!"
Eventually, Zell awoke and after wrestling a bottle out of Austria's stash, her and Mel sat down to plan where to go for the day.
"Let's se…" Mel said, studying the list her brother had given her. "France?"
"NO."
"Spain."
"Nah."
"Italy?"
"You've already met him." Then Zell reconsidered. "Well, you haven't met his brother Romano."
"Let's head there."
"Okay then. We'll find Italy at Germany's house, and before long Romano will show up to drag his brother home." Zell said with a shrug.
"Germany's house?" Mel asked with a slightly evil grin. "Well, what are we waiting for?"
"Me to finish breakfast." Zell said with a yawn.
"Maybe we should call first." Zell commented as they left the house, Vera a step behind them.
"You're right. Ludwig's probably got the yard mined. I'll go ask Roddy for Gil's number." Vera said and ran back in the house.
Mel looked at Zell. "Why would Roderich have Gilbert's phone number?"
Zell shrugged. "I dunno." Then her face lit up. "Oh, waitwaitwait! You have to hear this! Eurovision, 2010…"
By the time Vera made it back, number in hand, both girls were laughing their asses off.
"Oniichan never mention that." Mel said, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Well, it happened." Zell said, still chuckling. "Oh, hey Vera. You get the number?" she said, noticing her standing there.
"Yeah. Do you want to call h-" she began
"I'll call 'im" Mel said, a touch too quickly.
"Sure, here." Vera handed the paper to Mel then stared at Zell. "What were you talking about?"
Mel heard Zell answer "Eurovision 2010." And Vera's resulting laugh as she walked a little ways off and punched off and began punching numbers into her phone.
"Ja, who izit?" a sleepy voice came through the speakers.
"G'day, Gil. It's Mel."
"Melbourne? As if anyone else says 'G'day'. But more importantly, why are you calling me, and even more so, how'd you get my number?" He suddenly sounded much more awake.
"Roderich had it." She answered. Then, unable to resist, "I also heard about Eurovision 2010."
He groaned. "All of it?"
She grinned. 'Most of it. I wish I could have seen you perform Gil, I heard you were quite drunk at the time. But the reason I was commenting was Zell told me about a comment Austria made at the after party, something about you tasting like beer and cereal?" He groaned louder, but she didn't seem to notice. "I for one happen to like the combination that is beer and cereal. Oniichan's served me that for breakfast; he grabbed the beer instead of the milk once when I was little. I liked but then he realized what he'd done and took it away."
She couldn't see it, but he rubbing his forehead, partly out of annoyance, partly out of a small dawning hope he was faintly trying to crush. "Why are you calling again?"
"Oh yeah. Zell, Vera 'n me are planning on coming over. We wanted to call ahead in case Germany booby (At this point Prussia choked, but she didn't notice) trapped the yard."
"Come on over if you want."
"Great! We'll head on over in a bit. See ya later, mate!" The phone line went dead as she hung up and ran back over to Zell and Vera.
He looked at his messy room and sighed. "Guess I better tell West we'll have guests later. And maybe clean up a bit." He sighed again and left to talk to his brother.
When the trip reached the house, they rang the door bell then actually waited for a response. Italy opened the door, and after exchanging hellos led them to the kitchen. Mel noticed that not only was Prussia back to ignoring her, but he and his brother were pointedly avoiding each others gaze. Only Italy with his naïveté could have missed the tension in the room.
Mel, being Mel, ignored this fact, commenting, "You guys are only eating breakfast? I was up hours ago."
The laugh that that got broke the tension, if only slightly, and conversations began flowing. At some point, they moved from the kitchen to living room and stayed there for a while. Mel heard the door bell ring, and seeing no one else moving to see who it was, got up and did just that.
"Kraut-bastard, you let my bro-… Uh…Hi?" was the welcome she received after she opened the door to reveal some one who looked a lot like Italy.
"You must be Romano. I'm Melbourne, everyone's been expecting you, mate." She said, her smile not completely reaching her eyes.
"Why are you here?" he asked thoroughly confused.
"Visiting. Come on in." she said, leveling her self off the door frame. "Them lot's in the living room."
"Uh, sure."
"Romano's here!" she bellowed down the hallways.
A moment later her response came. "Don't yell through the hallways!" Germany yelled back.
"Why can't I? You're doing it!"
"It's my house!"
She made a face and walked on. He followed her into the living room. When he entered, he saw his brother practically sitting on Germany's lap. "Listen kraust-bast-"he was cut off as Mel wacked him in the back of the head. "What was that for?" he demanded.
"Didn't feel like listening to you ranting." She said with a shrug. Then, noticing the coffee table, cried out, "Ooo, Beer!" She raced over and grabbed a couple.
"Are you sure that's a good….." Vera began but it faded to silence as Mel guzzled one and popped the top off another.
"Whatcha say, mate?" She glanced at Vera.
"Never mind." She said, shaking her head.
A half a dozen bottles later, (3 lemonade for Zell, 3 beer for Mel), the room was host to two drunk girls. Zell was, as always, a hyper drunk and was running around. Mel you could hardly tell, her gaze was clear and her statements intelligent. But her words slurred, showing the evidence of the alcohol. Slowly, the group broke up. Germany headed back to his room, Italy following him like on of his dogs. Zell ran off and Vera went chasing after her. Romano left to answer the doorbell, and suddenly Mel realized the only people in the room were her and Prussia, sitting at opposite ends of the couch.
"Why won't you look at me?" Mel asked, breaking the silence.
He glanced at her then resumed his study of the wall.
She sighed. "If you won't answer that question, will you answer this one? Why aren't you and your brother looking at each other?"
He glanced back again, surprised she had noticed. He sighed. "When I went to tell him we'd have guests later…." His voice trailed off, unsure of how to say it with out saying it.
"Well? *hic*" Her steady gaze was unnerving combined with her drunken voice.
He winced slightly. "I didn't really knock, and walked into to him and Italy giving each other mouth-to-mouth, only neither was dying."
"Ya mean like this?" Before he could digest that statement, she reached over, pulled down his shoulder and kissed him full out on the mouth.
He stiffened in surprise, but as she persisted, he let the tension leave his shoulders. As they came up for air, he slid closer and said softly, "Yeah. Like that." He leaned down and kissed her. She didn't stiffen, only twisted so-
"MARIAZELL! GET YOUR LEMAONADE DRUNKEN ASS BACK HERE!"
The two sprang apart, and be the time Zell had gotten the door open and Vera raced in after her, they were back to sitting at opposite ends of the couch, faces bright red, pointedly ignoring the others gaze.
'Wheeeee!" Zell cried, running around the room. Following her was Vera, disheveled and out of breath.
"Zell! Calm down!" she yelled at her hyper sister.
"Never!' she cried making another circuit of the room.
Mel watched her run, and accidently locked eyes with Prussia. The pair blushed, and looked away. Eventually, Mel stood up and grabbed Zell as she ran past. "We should be heading back."
"You couldn't have done that earlier?" Vera panted.
She shrugged "It was too entertaining."
Vera flopped down onto an armchair. "How come you aren't drunk anymore?"
"I'm Australian, mate!" Mel said with a grin. "We get drunk fast, but sober fast and we don't get hangovers. Besides, German beer if terrible! It's so watery." She complained.
"Those were the strongest we had!" Prussia exclaimed.
"They might have been, but I only need one Australian beer to get that tipsy."
Vera and Prussia stared at her. "One?" Vera strangled out finally. "Instead of three?"
Mel grinned. "If you think that's bad, you should see my Oniichan. He can drink half a dozen of our beers and still be sober. I think beer flows in his veins instead of blood."
"You Australians are so strange.' Romano commented from the doorway.
"When'd you show up?" Vera asked, surprised.
"Right after Mel here complained about German beer being to watery.'
"Who was at the door?" Mel asked.
"Mia. I've got to collect Italy and head home."
"I suggest knocking first." Prussia commented from the couch. Romano stared at him, then simultaneously blushed and glared at him. He stomped off and Prussia sank back into the couch. "I did warn him"
By the time they made it back to Austria's house, Mel had gotten a control on her blush, and Zell was very hung-over. Mel watched with interest at she stumbled down the hallway leading to her bedroom.
"She could use some Australian blood." Mel commented to Vera and Lienz, who were standing there watching as well.
"That she could." Vera said with a sigh.
End Day 3! Yes, I did make a joke you couldn't get with out reading 'Sing to Me' but I did explain the joke slightly after that. The Australian-drunkenness properties, as I shall call them, came as an idea after reading a book where they comment, "Much of Australian culture can be explained by their perpetual drunkenness." Then it proceeded to equate number of beers to something, such as nearly 3 dozen beers equals vegemite palatable. I happen to like vegemite, despite being American, so I don't know why it needs that many, but I digress. R&R, please!
