God. Long chapter today. Chapter 10 yay! :D For all of you who think its over, its not x3. I hope you enjoy the extra long chapter.
Ciao-!
-Emmy.
"Damn it! You take care of him! You are the one who caught him!" Yelled Romano.
"Ve! How was I supposed to know England was going to fall into a pit some kid dug up in front of my house!" Italy yelled back.
All the while England was digging his way out. Coming out of the hole the Britt made, he snickered and brushed himself off. Looking around, he couldn't help but notice the two Italian brothers, asleep against the stone wall. He grabbed his coat and slipped it on. He would have gotten out, was it not for you, who walked in the room.
"Feliciano, Ludwig told me you wer-." You stopped mid-sentence as you looked at the blonde male. You'd seen him before, but you couldn't put a finger on what his name was. Then it hit you, he was Britain! "What the hell are you doing here?" You yelled.
He attempted to hush you, "Shut-up. I don't want to get caught by the damn dimwits!" He pointed to the brothers.
You were shocked, as well as angry to see Romano, but quickly brushed it off and focused on the Britt. "Your escaping aren't you?"
He smiled, "What made you think that, love?"
You ignored, "I'll kick your ass, unless you get back into the cell."
"I hope you do know that I won't fight a girl." He said.
"Then get back into the damn cell right now." You said sternly.
"Why don't you just let me go, woman. You can't tell me what to do."
With no mood to play games, you replied quickly. "Oh. You're rebellious I see. Well, you can't say I didn't warn you."
Quickly as you could, you sprinted up to him, and kicked his shin. The male, fell to the ground, and grabbed hold of himself. "Bloody hell!"
You kicked him again. "Back into the cell now!" You said threateningly.
His green eyes looked at you, "What kind of girl are you?"
You smiled, "A girl raised by a strong country." With that, you took hold of his collar and dragged him into the cell, where you locked him in and crossed your arms.
"If I may ask you, what country?" He leaned against the wall.
You kneeled down, so you were eye level, "A little country called Spain."
"That bloody twit is nowhere near strong!" England yelled angrily. In all of his life of being a pirate, he hated Spain the most. He was always prancing around, saying he was the one to win between them. But, in the end, Spain lost to Britain…
"He's stronger than you. He wouldn't have gotten caught so easily." You giggled.
He pouted, "You bloody woman." He grumbled.
"You better stay in here this time. Unless you want another beating." You said threateningly as you stood up.
He glared at you as he watched you turn to the sleeping brothers. You thought they would have woken up because of your yelling, but they stayed sound asleep. You got on your knees and poked Italy's cheek, "Feli." You said. He stirred lightly. "You need to wake up now." You poked his cheek again.
"Ve." He opened his eyes slowly. "E-Ella." He tried to sit straight, but caused Romano to stir in his sleep.
You looked at the darker haired Italian, before turning back to Italy and saying, "you're lucky I came to find you!"
"Why, Ve?" he asked.
"Because, your little prisoner almost escaped." You laughed.
Squinting his eyes like he always does, Italy poked his brother and said, "Fratello [1], get up."
"Nuh." He moaned.
You sighed, "Romano, get the hell up."
Having heard your voice, his eyes snapped open. He looked up and you could see his eyes get bigger. "What the fuck are you doing here." It was a demand, not a question.
You shot back at him, "I'm here to talk to my boyfriend, if that's okay with you."
He stood up, "That's just dandy." He grumbled.
"Fratello~. England was going to escape!" Italy said.
Romano raised an eyebrow, "was going to?"
"Si [2]! But Ella caught him Ve." Italy looked at the clock behind you and shrieked, "Ve Ve! I have a meeting with Germany!" He said frantically, got to his feet. He kissed your cheek and dashed out of the room, saying "Ciao~."
You looked at the door, and heard Romano yell to you, "Why did you do such an unwanted thing? I could have caught him damnit!" He pressed on, "There was no damn need for what you did." He walked out of the room, and you followed.
"Why the hell are you being so mean to me?" you yelled at him, he opened his mouth to reply, but you kept going. "If I remember correctly, you're the one who I should be mad at!"He looked at you, ready to reply, but you pressed on, "I should be the one yelling at you, I should be the one saying what you did was unwanted!" You felt tears that wanted to fall from your eyes as you nearly shouted, "I hate you Romano Vargas!"
"Then why the hell are you still here? If you hated me you would have left with my brother like you always do!"
"I should have!" You felt tears fall, "Your brother has been nothing but kind to me! He's never hurt me like you have! Sometimes I wish I never met you!"
Romano was by the river, soaking his small feet in the water. Sitting on the ground, he enjoyed the peacefulness around him. It was rare when he was allowed out without Spain with him. The beautiful Spanish sun soaked him in warmth, while then river cooled his feet. He heard a shriek from the left. Looking up, the small boy noticed a girl who was on the ground and trying to crawl away from a small snake.
She was donning a white summer-dress, coming up to her knee. She had brown eyes, and short brown curly hair that shined with the sun with every move she made. Romano had stood up put his shoes back on and made his way towards the girl.
Picking up a stick on the way there, Romano picked the snake up with the twig and threw it a great distance away. From this close, he could see tears forming at the corner of your eyes, and mud on your arms and hands. Pushing his hand out, he said, "Here"
You looked up at him, before grabbing his hand. He pulled you up and released your hand, saying, "If you're not careful out here, the animals will eat you."
You just looked at him, before saying, "I didn't know that."
"You aren't from here?"
You shook your small head, "I don't remember where I came from. I was," you paused for a moment, "Abandoned here."
He looked at you and said, "Come with me." He started walking, and you followed.
"Jerk-Spain!" He yelled and walked into the big house.
"R-Romano." The one you assumed to be Spain said. He stopped in his tracks as he looked at you, "Is this a friend?"
Romano shook his head, "I found her in the woods by herself. She said she was left there."
Spain looked at you, and kneeled in front of you. Your wide brown eyes looked into his honest green ones as he asked you, "You were left there?"
You only nodded. Spain glanced at Romano, "It's great you brought her here Romano. She could have gotten hurt." Spain grabbed your hand and looked at it. "She's been cut a few times." He picked your small body up off the floor.
"Mi bebé de tomate [3]." He whispered to himself. "Do you have a name novia [4]?" He asked you.
You shook your head, your brown curly hair bouncing. "Hm." Spain thought. "Ella." He announced. "I used to have a gato [5] named that."
Romano looked at you, "Ella? That's her name?"
"Si. Romano, from now on we'll call her that. And from now on, she'll be living with us." With that, Spain stalked off towards the closest bathroom to get you cleaned up.
Romano actually looked… hurt. And like the day you left the first time, you could see it in his fiery eyes. He didn't know what you reply with. He could understand why you were mad at him… He could understand why you said everything you had to him.
You continued to silently cry. "I-I wish you wouldn't lie to me Romano."
He looked at you. He seemed to constantly make you cry, and it made him feel horrible. You shook your head, causing your brown hair to bounce with the movement. "I shouldn't wish like that." You sighed, "Because i it won't come true."
"Did I hurt you that badly?" He finally asked you.
You looked up. "Yes, you did!" you laughed sadly, "I was in love with you. And according to what you said to me, you were in love with me! So why did I find you with that dumb blonde bitch again? Why….?" Your voice broke off.
He thought about what you said. Why had he done that? …Why… did he make you hate him again? He was in love with you! He wanted you and only you! He loved you… Mentally slapping himself, he told you, I don't know why…" He looked at you, "I don't know why I did what I did…I just did it…"
"You just did it? Y'know, you do everything for a reason Romano." You wiped your face of the tears. "Was it because I'm not pretty like she is? Is it because… I wouldn't do anything but kiss you?"
He snapped at you, "That's not even fucking close!" you grimaced at the tone of his voice, "Ella. You are so beautiful. The first time I even met you I know you were beautiful, and you were extremely muddy and dirty!" He sighed, "I don't know why I go back to that girl! We don't even kiss each other, all I do is… is get all my sexual tension out on her!"
You sniffed loudly, "I thought you would have learned the first time I caught you with her…"
"Learned what? That I shouldn't be doing that with her? Ella," he said, "I'd give the rest of this godforsaken world to do what I do with her, with you." You blushed. "But it won't happen, because of my brother."
"R-Romano…"
He cut your sentence off, "Kissing you is better than having sex with some random girl, because Ella, I love you!"
You didn't have time to reply, because the dark haired Italian pushed you against the stone wall and fiercely put his lips on yours. You gasped in his mouth and put your hands on his chest.
Running around the yard, you happily chased the Italian around the yard. Romano watched from inside. He smiled to himself. You were surly beautiful. But it wasn't fair that you would play with his brother, and not himself. Well actually, Romano wouldn't play with you, because you were playing with his brother and he refused to play with him.
You suddenly tripped over your own two feet and fell on the ground hard. You grabbed your hurt elbow and cried. Italy ran up to you and kneeled beside you. "Are you okay?"
You looked at him, and nodded, "I think." You looked at your elbow.
Italy gently touched your elbow, "It doesn't look that bad~! You just need a band-aid." He helped you to your feet.
Walking into the house, Romano pushed his brother aside and looked at your elbow. "Are you okay?" He asked you.
You nodded, "I'm fine. I just need a band aid, like Feli said."
Romano looked at his younger brother and rolled his eyes, "Common. I'll get you one."
He pulled you towards the bathroom. As he put the band aid on your injury, he said, "be careful next time. And watch were you're going damnit."
"I'm sorry Romano." You said and smiled slightly at him.
Right at that moment, Romano promised to himself that he would try to keep you out of harm's way. Though, that promise to himself was broken several times.
Romano broke the kiss and looked at you, "I'm sorry I did that…" He backed away from you.
You touched your lips, were his had previously been. That kiss had been different than his other ones; more possessive is a good way to put it. You looked at him, and you could tell he was ashamed for his action. "It was just a kiss. Don't worry about it Romano." You whispered.
"I shouldn't have done that… you hate me." He mumbled.
"I-I don't hate you." You moved forward and cupped his cheek. "I love you."
He looked at you. Without warning, his lips were back on yours. The kiss only lasted a second before he pulled away and hugged you tightly. He put a kiss on your neck before he whispered to you, "What about my brother?"
You thought about Italy. You thought about how devastated he would be if he found out his brother had kissed you. Then you remembered he had to go to Japan for some sort of Axis meeting, and he'd be gone for at least a week and a half. "I have time to think about what I'm going to do with him." you felt bad. You loved Italy. But you loved his brother. Goddamn, your life was like a soap opera; with so much drama it wasn't funny.
Then Romano whispered, "Who do you love more?"
You gasped lightly, "I-I don't know Romano."
You could feel his teeth nibble on your neck, "Love me." He said, "My brother gets so much love. It isn't very fair to me."
He was right… totally right. Italy got everything he wanted, when poor Romano didn't get anything… "If I love you, will you stop hurting me like you had so many times?" you whispered.
You could feel his grip on your body get tighter. "Yes. Ella…I can't stand to lose you again."
He could feel you smile slightly as you looked up at him, "Romano."
"Ella." He whispered. "I love you." He kissed your lips.
"Ve, I forgot my noteboo-." Italy stopped mid-sentence as he looked up.
You broke away from Romano and pushed him away from you, "F-Feliciano..." You said.
"Fratello, why were you kissing Ella?" Italy asked his older brother.
"Her lip hurt?" Romano tried.
Italy shrugged, "Okay then ve."
You nibbled your bottom lip before saying to Italy, "Feliciano… I need to talk to you about something."
He looked at you, "Huh?"
"I-I," you thought for a moment, "I'm going to go live with Spain." Boy, the Spaniard will be happy once he hears your coming home…
"But, why ve?"
"I-I miss home." You whispered. "I miss it so much." That was the truth.
"When will you leave ve? Will I ever see you again?"
"I'm leaving in a few days… And I assure you you'll see me again."
Italy walked up to you, "I'll miss you ve."
You smiled sadly, "I'll miss you too." You looked down, but you could feel Italy grab your chin and kiss you lightly.
"One last kiss ve." He whispered.
"Y-yeah." You felt like crying.
Italy looked around you at his notebook, when he spoke you could hear disappointment, "I need to go ve." He grabbed his notebook. "Ciao Ella, fratello." With that, he was out of the room.
You let the tears fall. "I-I can't believe I just did that…" you sniffed, "I hurt him…"
Romano looked at you and hugged you. "He'll be alright," he paused before asking, "Are you really going back to Spain?"
You looked up. Just the thought of living with Spain again made you somewhat happy, "Yeah, I am."
He wiped a tear away. "Great." He kissed your forehead. "You better call him and tell him."
You laughed slightly, "Oh, I have a feeling he's going to be really happy."
"YOU ARE? Mi amor [6] Ella is coming home~!" He yelled into the phone.
You grimaced, as did Romano who could hear him. "Yeah, she is." You laughed slightly.
"But what about little Italy? Aren't you in a relationship with him?"
You felt a lump in your throat. "I-uh," you found it hard to say it, "Were no longer together…"
"Oh that's too bad." He said, "But I'm glad you're coming home!"
"Yeah, I am too." You looked at you suitcase, "I need to go finish packing Antonio, I'll see you in a few days."
Spain laughed before asking, "Do you mind giving the phone to Romano for a moment?"
You looked at Romano and passed him the phone. You stood up and grabbed the suitcase, and continued putting things into it.
"Jerk-Spain. The hell you want with me?"
"So, did you win her over?" Spain asked. Romano could hear the smirk in his voice.
He stood up and left the room, so you didn't hear. "I did." He sighed, "But she feels bad for hurting brother like she did."
"He'll get over it."
"I told her that, but she says otherwise."
"That sounds like Ella." Spain laughed, "So, are you coming with her?"
"Si, I am."
"Fantastic. I'll be seeing you in a few days. Bye-bye Romano~."
"Ciao." He hung the phone up and walked back into your room to help you.
"Two days, and I'll be home." You mumbled.
You were truly happy you were going home, but you felt truly horrible for making Italy sad. You usually everyday visits you gotten from him stopped the day you told him you were leaving. He stopped talking to you. You knew you hurt him, but you were doing this for yourself and for Romano. You needed to go home.
1-Brother
2-Yes
3-My baby tomato.
4-Sweetheart
5-Cat
6-My love