After The War

by Limphidora

Romano has gone missing during World War Two. He's finally found, but he's missed so much, the war has ended and everyone's cool with eachother again. He is labeled dead which didn't bode too well with Italy or Spain, but now that he's back, won't everything be awesome again? Well, his still harbors a large hate the counties who were the Allies and has the mindset of a soldier.

7. Drunk Fratellos

After The War

Chapter Seven: Drunk Fratellos

Hey, I am once again updating! Now, let's answer the reviews:

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Now, onward with the story!

Well, shit, he's behind me, he's fucking behind me. What the hell am I meant to do now? What do you do when your fucking insane fratello is behind you? And he's mad? Or disappointed? Or sad? What the hell do you do? Well, here's what I did, I just stood there and didn't move.

I can't see behind me, but I'm guessing he's still there because I don't hear anything that would give me a clue that he has moved.I go for the just-pretend-to-be-dead-and-he'll-leave-you-alone technique, it has proven to be useful in many situations. This one time Spain came home all drunk and shit, I was scared, so I did that technique and he left me alone. This other time I was at Walmart and this random dude was staring at me, then got closer and closer to me, it was creeping me out, so I used the technique and he left me alone.

I wonder how long I have to stay like this, I hope it isn't for long, my legs are getting a bit shaky. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder and I flinch like any normal person would do.

"F-fratello, what's the point of smiling? What's the point of life? You don't even love me, what's the point of being here anymore?"

Fratello is talking major philosophical and it's creeping me out. Also, I don't love him? Of course I love him, he's my fratello. Then ya know what that son of a bitch does after going all Socrates on me, he passes out, falling onto me like I'm a pillow or some shit. Well, let me tell you something, all that pasta he eats doesn't just disappear, so with all his weight on me and my fragile, fuck I need to get stronger so I don't have to refer to myself as fragile, body which can barely take my weight of course goes down like an anvil that was just dropped out of a plane.

Dammit, he's sleeping on me now and it hurts. I twist my head around to face him, our faces are like a few inches apart and he is breathing heavily, damn he was drinking heavily tonight, his breath reeks of alcohol, ew. I mean, drinking a bit is okay, but not knowing your limit and drinking til' you're passing out is just stupid. I squirm a bit, move around, push him, and after awhile I get out and stand back up, looking down at my fratello whom I have deemed fucking insane who has a strange protectiveness over me.

I drag my gaze from my brother to the open door, the large gates that look like they were hundreds of years old and were definitely not here when I first came here are open. I could make a break for it, I could escape and be free from my psychotic brother. Then I make a mistake, I look back at him, passed out on the floor with a little pool of drool around his mouth, he's pathetic. I can't leave him, he needs me, but he's crazy and might kill me, but he's my brother and running away could only fuel his insanity.

However, a breath of fresh air would be nice. I start walking to the door, but then a completely drunk Spain and France come stumbling in, singing. But France isn't too drunk to not close the door, effectively shutting down my only hope of escape.

"Oh, Roma, your eyes...they look" hic "really nice"

Fuck my life, Spain and France have set their sights on me. They are sorta half running, half stumbling toward me, so what do I do? So, like a real man, lock myself in the bathroom. Hey, it was the only place in the house with a lock except for the basement and I sure as hell am not going down there, who knows what fratello has done down there when I've been gone.

Wait a minute, there's a way out from the basement, there's those doors that are on the outside of the house. I pretty sure they were the cellar doors or whatever, that could be my only escape. Okay, I'll look into that more when they're all sober. Wait, they don't really know what's going on when they are drunk and they'll be all over me when they're sober, so now's my only chance.

Well, until they go drinking again and I don't know if that is going to happen anytime soon, so this really is my only chance at the moment. Should I do it, or not?

I am so sorry, please don't murder me with sticks! I had really bad writer's block, this is like, the fifth time I've rewritten this chapter and it's really short and ends with another cliffhanger! I am so, so sorry. Tomorrow I will update, I promise, okay and by the way, happy Halloween! Next chapter might be rated M due to minor gore, think of it as a late Halloween gift, instead of candy, you get a gory chapter!