Good morning, or goodnight for some of you. This is one of my few early morning post so, I haft to hurry up in typing and fixing this becuase I have marching band in a few. so, if there are any glaring errors please let me know. Thanks~
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"Sit down here!" I, still having a firm grip on his ear, sat Italy onto the couch.
Italy protested and cringed as I pulled on his ear harder. I let go of his ear and Italy looked up to face me with a pout.
"I'm going to count to three, and by three I should have a legit answer as to why your behavior has come to this." I wrapped my arms around my chest.
Italy at first looked very hesitant in telling me the reason. Why was he being so flustered? I am his brother after all…he could tell me anything. After fidgeting with his shoes, Italy opened his mouth as to wanting to say something to me, but he quickly hesitated and closed his mouth.
"One…" I began to count.
Italy looked down.
"Two…" I lightly tapped my foot on the ground
"NO!" out of nowhere Italy blurted out. He quickly shot out of his seat and charged towards the door.
I only had seconds to react, but Italy was already half way through the block. Damn he's fast. I sprinted towards the door in pursuit of Italy. Prussia was close behind, but he became a distant dot in the middle of the pursuit.
"GOD DAMIT, FELICIANO! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" I yelled at him.
"NO, NO, NO, I DON'T WANNA!" Italy sprinted a little faster.
It took only a few seconds to catch up to him. I had to aim precisely or else I might not be able to catch up to him again. I threw myself on him and tackled him to the ground like I did with Spain when he ran away from his chores. I was basically a pro at this. I flipped Feliciano onto his back and made him face me.
"THREE!" I glared down at him.
"No, I won't say a word! You can't make me!" Italy huffed out.
"Hmm…I can't make you?" I reached into the back of my coat pocket and reached for a small object of utter doom I bought for cases like these.
"I didn't want to use this, Feliciano…but I guess it's the only way…"
In one swift motion I pulled the glass bottle out of my pocket and showed it to Feliciano. Instantly Feliciano froze up, but snapped out of it quickly. Italy, wanting so desperately too free himself, began thrashing under my weight and hitting my legs.
"NOT MARMITE! ANYTHING BUT THAT! I'll tell you anything, but just put that disgusting thing away!" Italy instantly threw his hands up to shield his face.
"Then tell me why you're acting strange!" I started to open the jar of the vile, dark syrup.
"NO!" Italy turned his face to the side.
"TELL ME!" I scooped some of the syrup into a spoon and rammed it into Italy's face, but he quickly stopped it.
"NEVER!" Italy resisted and kept trying to pull my hand away from his face.
"THEN EAT IT!"
"NO!"
"What are you two doing?" It seemed Prussia finally caught up to us. I pulled the spoon away from Feliciano's face and turned to face the mystified Prussian. It might have looked really strange, this whole situation I mean.
"He won't tell me a thing!" I huffed out.
"So your threatening him with what I think is nasty food?" Prussia moved closer to us and carried me off Feliciano.
"He won't talk! And put me down!" I glared at Italy as Prussia carried me off him.
Completely ignoring me, Prussia moved closer to Italy and knelt down beside him. Prussia's features became softer and all the mischief drained from his face. The change of behavior caught me off guard.
"Hey, Feli you okay?" Prussia asked.
"Yeah…" Italy slightly shrugged, but still refused to make any sort of eye contact.
"Do you want to talk?" Prussia spoke in a softer tone.
"NO!" Italy pulled his knees up to his face.
"Hey, Hey, no need to be scared. Tell you what…would you feel more comfortable if you talk to Gilbird?" Prussia lifted his hand up to his tussled hair and he pulled a small yellow chick from the silver mess. The small chick lazily opened its little dark eyes as to have just woken up. Italy looked down on it and it seemed he couldn't help, but smile at the small thing. The chick, as to have sensed Italy's admiration, fluffed up its feathers to appear like a small fluff of yellow.
"Si…" Italy seemed to let his guard down slightly.
Italy gently took the small bird from Prussia's hands.
"Hi, there little one…" Italy voice shook a little.
The chick chirped out of content of being held.
…that's where he lost it….
"WAAAAAHHHHH!" Italy burst out in a fit of tears and sobs.
"I'm sorry little chick! I just couldn't help it…Germany was a stupid, meany face jerk. He ignored my feelings and crushed them in to the ground-sob- Canada is also a jerk-sniff- So now they're both going to pay. Mostly Germany…I destroyed his belongings; I drugged him, for crying out loud I practically only need to send the mafia after him! I just…." Italy blushed slightly.
"I just…love him so much" Italy said the last part softer, it was verily audible.
"…but he had the audacity to go and marry Canada! Without telling anyone! Leaving me in the dust far behind him!" Italy threw his hand (the one without the chick of course) back.
The small chick seemed to try to comfort my brother as it rubbed up against my brother's thumb.
"Italy…look at me." Prussia spoke to Italy in a stern, but gentile voice.
Italy, looking like a small child, slowly lifted his head to face Prussia.
"Now, Italy I'm not justifying your actions, but it is understandable for you to feel so hurt. I don't believe Canada and Germany are married, trust me I would know. We are all going back inside, drink some hot chocolate, and going to bed. Next world meeting we'll go together to clear this mess up. You can even bring Gilbird with you. Just stop drugging my brother and destroying innocent German beer or I might haft to release my awesome wrath upon you" Prussia smiled.
"but…" Italy muttered.
"No protests!" Prussia lifted Italy onto his shoulder and carried him back into the house, I following close behind the two.
It wasn't long till we got home. After a few cups of hot chocolate, Prussia finally convinced Italy to go to bed. It was kind of cute, (I said kind of!) seeing the two.
Prussia walked down the stairs into the kitchen where I was. I could see he was worn out after coaxing my stubborn brother into bed. Prussia sat on the chair next to me.
"You want some coffee?" I offered.
"Some ones being very nice today" Prussia chuckled.
"Shut up, I can be nice when I want too" I scuffed out.
"No one said you couldn't, it's just very rare though" Prussia took the mug of coffee I had been drinking out of.
"Hey, that's mine" I punched Prussia in the arm.
"I know" Prussia took a small sip from the mug.
"Hey can I ask you something?" I rubbed my arm and turned my attention on the surface of the table.
"Sure, what is it?" Prussia waited for my question.
"How did you do that? To make my brother talk to you so easily, that is? I usually haft to force the information out of him…" I kept my glance fixed on the table.
"Oh, that? That was easy" Prussia put the mug down and relaxed into his chair.
"Italy reminded me a lot of West when he was little. West was very closed in when he was younger, so naturally I had to find other ways to talk to him. I found it easier to have him calm down then be kind and gentle. It's pretty easy it comes naturally, you know? Caring for another smaller, more naïve part of yourself just changes you, and you begin to know what to do"
"Yeah…you're right…" I took my coffee back from the annoying potato.
"…but compare my brother to that potato again…you and me might have a problem" I allowed for a small smile to escape my lips.
"AWWW! C'mon Romano, you know you love us~" Prussia smirked and wrapped his arm around me.
"Don't push it" I nudged at him.
AW~ a sweet momment between older brothers! I just could not help myself on doing this. Now I haft to go before my coach yells at me for being late...again...hahahaha bye!
Till the next chapter.