*Darn it! I HATE THIS COMPUTER! The updates are getting less frequent…Sorry about that. ANYWAY!*
I was lying on my bed, still in my clothes, with the sheets pulled up to my shoulders. I stared blankly into space, accounting the events of an hour earlier. I'd just…run away from him. Not the best approach, but what else what I supposed to do? God forbid Italy found out about this…
"Heya, kiddo," Scout greeted nonchalantly, strolling into my room.
I grunted softly in reply, not bothering to look at her. I rolled over onto my side, facing the door. This didn't count as cheating, did it? I remembered the days when I'd see cheating couples on Dr. Phil or something and think about how horrible it was. But this was just one kiss. Against my will. Nothing special, right?
"You've got yourself in a sticky situation, ya know," Scout stated. "I wanted Roma for myself. He's pretty hot. I'm jealous."
I normally would've laughed, but I continued gazing at the doorway, unblinking.
"You'll have to face him sometime," Scout sighed, running a hand through my hair, a weird habit she had. "You live with him."
"America," I muttered. "I'll go to America. Or Britain. Or Russia. Or Egypt. Or Paraguay. Or Mongolia."
"I think you'll be fine," Scout added. "Don't you worry. Once we get back to your place, things will be back to normal."
"What are you hiding?" I asked, my voice cracking.
"What? Nothing."
"But every time you say you want to tell me something, you say it was nothing. What are you hiding from me, Scout?"
She shook her head, her frizzy curls covering her face. "I'll tell you in due time, kid. She leaned over and rested her head on mine. "I promise. I just have to think about it."
She barely finished her sentence when he walked in. Romano frowned at me and I couldn't tell if he was concerned or angry or both. He leaned against the doorframe and eyed Scout.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm leavin' now," she huffed. I guess she was trying to sound threatening, but her cute Southern accent was better for comfort. She stomped out, giving Romano her best I'll-kill-you-once-you-step-out-this-door glare.
"Hey."
I pulled the sheets over my head at the greeting. I heard him sigh and sit on my bed. I winced as I felt a hand on my back.
"Go away!" I shrieked. "Leave me alone!"
I started crying hard under the protection of my covers, wiping my eyes with them.
He must hate me now, I thought. Italy's going to hate me. And he doesn't hate anyone. How am I supposed to tell him?
"I'm sorry," Romano apologized. "I shouldn't have done that."
Ya think?!
"I. Hate. You." I yanked off the sheets and sat up, pulling him down by his shirt collar. "Not only you hurt me, but you betrayed your own brother, you senseless freak!"
"I know… But I wanted-"
"Whoa!" I raised my hand, ready to slap him. "You wanted me, right? Oh, how sweet. How many girls have you said that to? How many girls have you swindled? Well, not gonna happen with me!"
"But Veneziano's gone, now."
"He's coming back," I growled. "He is!"
"And when's the next time he's going?" Romano raised an eyebrow at how dense I was being. "Not long from the time he returns. I'm not going anywhere, though."
"Because no one wants you, you worthless piece o-"
Romano took the opportunity to silence me in the most romantic way possible: a really, really good kiss.
I shut my eyes and waited for it to end, but why wasn't I pushing him back? Why was I letting him do this? I didn't get it. I didn't get that or the fact that I was letting him wrap his arms around me and that I was doing the same to him.
I couldn't deny that I was enjoying it. I hated that I liked it, as weird as it sounds. I couldn't tell how long I sat there, just allowing the moment to sink in.
"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry," I wanted to scream. So loud that Italy would hear me. But by the time we broke apart, I still had tears streaming down my face, and Romano let me rest my head on his shoulder and cry as much as I needed to.
I'm sorry…
Meanwhile
Italy glanced at all the shops open. Since he felt bad for leaving Bella all alone, he should get her something nice, right? A flower store caught his eye and he walked in. The fragrances of all the flowers hit him like a ton of bricks, but he didn't mind. He picked up a bouquet of blue and yellow roses and thought for a moment.
No, he decided. They'll wilt by the time I get back. I'd get her jewelry or something, but…
He felt inside his pocket and touched the silver necklace Bella gave him. He sighed and silently put the flowers back. He had to get something more…practical.
I miss Bella so much, he thought sadly. But I'm sure she'll be just fine when I get back. But…
Why do I have such a bad feeling?
*Sorry about the short chapter! I had my reasons! Anyway, my Nonna said over dinner how a friend of hers told her a new stereotypical name for Italians: spaghetti-benders. She couldn't stop laughing! So, Nonna and Avatar: the Last Air-bender lovers, here's to you.
Germany: Earth.
Earth-bender: *bends earth*
Germany: Water.
Water-bender: *bends water*
Germany: Fire.
Fire-bender: *bends fire*
Germany: Spa- Wait, wha…?
Nonna: *bends spaghetti* :D Who says Italians aren't awesome?
Shadow: Go Nonna! Woots da woot!
Italy: *eats pasta* …Um, yay?
Germany: Um, anyway…So at one point all these regions lived in peace. But that all changed when the hamburger…benders…Okay, Shadow, what the heck?
America: *bends burger* Heck yeah! :D
Germany: …So…Me and my partner-
Prussia: Hi.
Germany: So we set out to find the last… "Spaghetti-bender."
Shadow: But there are three of us. Oh, and I made pasta with Nonna yesterday! I declare 'tis fun!
Nonna: You're growing up to be so Italian! :')
Shadow: They all had wine and when Nonna set hers down and realized she still had some in there she was all like, "I've still got more wine!" And she was so happy about it!
Nonna: One cannot be Italian without good wine!
Italy: It's true! :D
Germany: And since the spaghetti-benders were so weak, we all died.
Shadow: *spaghetti-bends at Germany and accidentally kills him*
Nonna: I was never here. *leaves**