Sorry Feliciano hasnt been in it lately~! He'll be back soon i promise darlings!
Enjoy the next installment of the story~!
CIAO!
-Emmy
The sun light hit your eyes, causing you to groan and turn over. "Damn sun..." you moaned out and sat up. You smiled as you remembered where you were. You threw your legs over the side of the bed, stretched and left the room. The familiar smell of churros hit your nose as you got closer to the kitchen. Reaching your destination, you noticed Spain leaning against the counter, while Romano was sitting at the table.
"Good morning Ella~!" Spain said happily.
You smiled tiredly and replied, "Good morning." You looked at Romano as you sat down across from him, "Buonigorno [1] Romano."
"Buonigorno." He replied.
Spain sat at the head of the table and smiled brightly, "Tell us Ella, what do you want to do today?"
You thought for a moment, "I really want to go to the bull fighting ring." You smiled happily at Spain, who smiled just as happily.
"That's great! Romano, will you be going?"
The Italian grunted, "Yeah."
Romano looked at you, the ends of his lips tilting upwards. Just then Spain said, "We'll leave when you're ready Ella."
"Okay Antonio!" You said and stood, "I'm gonna go take a shower~!" With that you left the room.
Spain looked at Romano and smirked. "You really need to talk a little bit more when she's around."
"Shut-up damnit." He nearly shouted.
"Romano! You need to give her passion, show her you really want her~!"
"Spain, shut-up! I already kissed her. Twice damnit! I think that's enough." Romano yelled.
"You really are a coward. Even your brother gives her enough passion." Spain taunted.
"I'm not a fucking coward." He grumbled. "I'll show you. I'll take her from my fratello [2]."
You turned the water off, and grabbed the towel from the hook on the wall. Wrapping it around your body, you quietly stalked to your old bedroom to get changed. You slipped on your undergarments, pulled the pale purple shirt over your head and pulled up the black skirt. You hummed as you walked back to the bathroom, hairbrush in hand. You ran it threw your brown hair before pulling it back and tying it into a pony tail. You looked at yourself once more before running back to the bed room and putting your shoes on.
"Aye, Ella are you ready?" Romano asked and knocked at the door.
You grabbed your bag and opened the door, "Yeah. Let's get going~!" You smiled at him.
You sat in the audience of the bull fighting ring, and watched as Spain taunted the bull with the swishing of the red fabric. One thing you really loved about Spain was watching him in the matador outfit. Romano nearly groaned as you he watched you gawk over Spain.
You could feel Romano staring at your side. You looked over at him, causing him to blush and force his gaze towards Spain. You nibbled your bottom lip before leaning to the side and swishing your finger around his curl. He stiffened before looking at you. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I-I just wondered what would happen... You never let me touch it when we were kids! I'm sorry!" You quickly tried to pull your hand away, but he grabbed it.
"Don't ever touch it. Or I WILL punish you." He threatened.
"Why can't I? Isn't it just a normal hair curl?"
"It's sensitive." He paused, "It's hard to explain really."
"o-oh. I'm sorry I touched it…" You mumbled.
He looked at you, "Just don't do it again." He thought for a moment, "Don't touch my brothers either. It's the same thing with his."
You nodded. "Thanks for uhm, telling me that."
Romano leaned back and soaked in the sun, "Do you ever miss the days with Spain like this?" He asked.
You laughed, "Yeah, I miss them a lot actually." You thought for a moment, "I really miss when we used to race home whenever we were walking home from the ring."
He groaned, "You always won."
"I did huh? Except there was one time we totally tied."
"I'm going to win~! I always win!" you said as you walked out of the ring, with Spain behind you and Romano next to you.
"Ready, set," Romano started.
"GO!" you finished and started running as fast as your legs could take you.
Romano stayed on your tail the whole time, until he got the opportunity to get in front of you. You weren't paying attention, and you tripped over a stupid brick someone decided to put in your path. You skidded across the pavement, until you stopped. Tears started leaking from your eyes, and a sob came from your mouth. Romano stopped and turned around.
Running next to you, he kneeled down and asked you, "What happened?"
"I tripped WAHH!" you cried and looked at your leg, which was bleeding.
Romano stood then squatted. "Get on my back." He ordered.
You sniffed before crawling your way onto his back and wrapping your arms around his neck. He grabbed under your knees to keep you in place, and started walking the rest of the way home. You were still crying as he carried you. "You should be careful next time." He told you.
Spain smiled softly as he watched Romano carry you to the house. And once you two got there, you declared the race was a tie.
"Thinking back on it know, it's kind of funny." He told you.
"How is it funny? I hurt myself!"
He laughed, "It's the fact I had to carry your fat ass home!"
You pouted at him, "Yes, I was a fat child, but calling me fat ass doesn't make it better! Now look here Romano, I'm grown up and I got curves. You can't beat that."
"Oh, I think I beat your curves."
You blushed, "W-what do you mean?"
He pervertly smiled at you, "You'll find out eventually."
Your blush darkened as you turned your eyes back to Spain, who had put the bull away and watched as you and Romano talked to each other. He was smiling like an idiot…
You turned to Romano again, "We should race home. For good times sake." You smiled.
He grinned, "Sure. And this time, I will beat your ass."
"It's on."
"The same rules as before, no tripping each other and no pushing." You said as Spain walked behind you and Romano.
"Fair enough. Ready, set."
"GO!" You yelled and started running.
You were glad you put on normal shoes instead of sandals. Your ponytail bounced with every step. Romano wasn't far behind you, less than a foot away. Just then though, he ran past you and snickered. You watched him run past you, and then you tripped. The pavement scratched against the palms of your hands, and your knees.
You cried out in pain, "Damn it!" You looked behind you to see what you tripped on. A brick was sitting there. "Damn you brick, go to hell!" You yelled at it. Romano had stopped several feet in front of you and turned around. He saw you sitting on the ground, tears silently falling from your eyes. He saw your bloody knees and palms and ran next to you.
"Tripped again?"
"Shut up Romano." You mumbled.
He squatted next to you, "Just get on so we can get home." He commanded.
You did as he said, and got on his back. His arms locked under your knees before he stood and started walking. "Wow, you really aren't fat anymore." He said, and you could just hear the smile in his voice.
"Oh shut it."
You were sitting inside, on the counter as Romano quickly cleaned and put bandages on you knees and hands. "Grazie [3] Romano." You said.
He grumbled, "It was nothing."
You leaned forward and put a kiss on his cheek, he blushed. Spain walked into the room and laughed, "That was déjà vu Ella." He told you.
You smiled, "It really was. I think bricks have something against me."
He laughed, along with a little chuckle from Romano. "But, I do hope your okay."
"Oh, I'm fine! Romano fixed me up." You blushed.
"Oh, how nice of him." Spain smirked at him.
You pushed yourself off the counter, "I'm a little tired." You mumbled, "I'm just gonna go take a nap."
Spain nodded, "That's okay. I was going to go see someone~!"
You giggled, "Have fun~!" And with that Spain left the room, and out of the house.
Within seconds flat, you were cushioned between the counter and Romano. His lips assaulted yours. "I needed to do that all damn day. I couldn't with Spain around." He grumbled against your lips before putting them back onto yours.
1-Good Morning
2-Brother.
3-Thank you