I could see a routine was beginning to form. Rome and I would take turns going to each other's homes doing whatever we wanted. I actually felt good about it too. For the first time I felt like I had a real friend.

But with so much good feeling coming my way I felt like I would be running out of it in the near future. My main concerns were with:

Rome's friends: From what I could see they hated that I had taken their friend away and it was possible that they would act on their hatred.

My parents: Rome had yet to meet my parents but it was only a matter of time...

And finally, what would happen after our little English project was done with?: It may seem kind of silly, but I was unsure of what would happen next after we were done with it. Would we continue on the way we were, or would it go back to how things were before?

I didn't really want to be alone anymore.

I'm sure it will turn out okay, I'm just worrying too much...

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Rome's point of view:

Thursday in study hall:

I was talking with Germania... Well, I guess when talking to Germania it's more of talking at him.

He was pretending that he was not listening, acting like he was reading. He was a good actor too. He would have fooled anybody else but I knew him too well for that now. He lingered on the pages for too long and his eyes weren't focused. I pretended like I didn't know he was listening and used it as an excuse to poke at him.

"Hey~ 'Mania? Are you listening to me?" I asked, pulling at the ends of his hair. He really hated when I did that, when anyone did that. But pissing him off was fun. He was adorable when he was mad... Er... I mean it was funny because his face turned all red and he glared daggers at me. Although, he was a bit on the feminine side so he could pass for adorable. Um... No homo though, hahaha... Not gay, I like women. But I guess Germania would make a pretty good girl. I wonder what he would be like in bed- woah, okay let's end that thought right there.

I looked over at Germania, he was staring at me, most likely because I had stopped talking so suddenly. That tended to happen when I was doing some deeper thinking.

"What?" I asked, cocking my head for effect.

He shifted his eyes back to his book, "Nothing,"

I smiled at him briefly before launching myself into another one-sided conversation.

It just felt right, natural.

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In eighth period, Spanish:

I really hated having to take Spanish, our teacher didn't teach us anything so what was the point in it? But I did have it with most of my friends (none of them not being Germania *sigh*) so we goofed off together for the whole class period.

The guys seemed off today, or maybe I was just noticing that they were acting different when they'd been that way for a while. They had been becoming more distant and I wasn't sure why.

"Hey, what's up guy?" I questioned, they kind of shared an uneasy look, "Guys?"

"Well..." one of them started, "It's just... We haven't really been seeing much of you lately," he said cautiously.

My eyebrows knitted together, "I don't understand,"

"Um.. You've been spending a lot of time with that one blond dude,"

"Ah, cut the crap!" another of my friends cut in, "We don't like that freak," he announced.

"You mean Germania?" I asked, a little shocked, though I guess I shouldn't have been.

"Yeah him, we don't like him, he's weird and we don't like you being around him, it makes us look bad," he stated gruffly. This pissed me off more than a little but I didn't want to blow up on them.

"We have a project to do together and I happen to like him a lot," I glared at them.

"That doesn't mean you have to spend every single moment of your free time with him. What about us! We were your friends first!"

"So what? You just want me to cut all ties with him and spend all my time with you guys?"

"Yes, that's exactly what we want,"

"Like I said, we have an English project to do together,"

"Fine, finish your project however by the end of it you'd better break off from him. Until then stay away from us," and with that they all got up and relocated to another table.

I spent the rest of the class glaring down at the desk, waiting for the class to end.

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Germania's point of view:

We were supposed to go to my house but Rome decided that he wanted to go to his house instead. He was in an odd mood so I decided not to protest.

His parents weren't home yet, as usual. We went up to his room. He laid back on his bed, I couldn't see his face but I was pretty sure he wasn't happy. I sat in a swivel chair by his desk.

We were both quiet for a long while, it was very unusual and uncomfortable. Something must have happened but I didn't want to say anything. When facing these type of situations I froze up and the words caught in my throat.

"Germania," the idiot sounded quite serious, it made me nervous.

"Yes?" I inquired hesitantly.

"Come here," he gestured for me to come toward him. I rolled my chair over to him. When I was directly in front of him he sat up, his face was blank. It was very unnerving.

He spun the chair so that my back was to him and he pulled it closer to him. Then he started to pull out my braid.

I cringed away, "What are you doing?" I demanded.

He jerked my shoulders back into place, "Just shut up," he said irritably and began running his fingers through my hair.

I let him for a while but only because I was curious as to what brought on this behavior. Also, though I would never in a million years admit it, it felt good to have him brush out my hair with his hands. I usually hated when people laid even a finger on my hair but this was different. Usually people tried to pull it but he was stroking it like I was a cat. It made me feel drowsy and out of sorts.

I heard Rome sigh behind me, his breath warm on my neck.

"What's wrong?" I asked without really realizing it.

"Nothing you should worry yourself over," he breathed in a slightly lighter tone than before, as he twirled a strand of hair.

"Something's wrong," I insisted.

"No, it's nothing," he continued to comb through my hair. From his tone I could tell that I wasn't going to get anywhere with him so I just leaned back and closed my eyes.

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Rome's point of view:

I smiled gently as Germania leaned back, giving in to me. He was definitely enjoying it and he was gradually falling asleep. For some reason that made me feel better, content. I had spent the day worrying over my other 'friends' but how could I abandon him when he was making such a cute face. It was just unthinkable.

And I mean that in the most heterosexual way possible.

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A/N: yeah, whatever you say Rome, whatever you say.

Am I the only one who likes it when people play with my hair? It makes me feel content. Not that I ever let people do it anymore.

Sorry to switch point of views on you guys like that but I didn't know how else to do it.

I'm really, really sorry I took so long too. I had some major writers block -_- but the hair brushing thing is actually what my inspiration for this fic branched off from. I also am getting a pretty good picture of the plot now so that's good. And another thing I started another fic on impulse but I'm actually going to write it out entirely before putting it up so that also plays into my not updating.

Thanks for all the reviews/alerts/favorite~~

Well, stay awesome bros.

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