A/N: So, I'm back. And hopefully with a longer chapter this time. It should be, anyway. It's like, eleven pages in my notebook. The little plot bunnies are still leading me along, they just go off on little trails every now and then, so please bear with me. We're still moving along, trust me.
Warnings: Romano's mouth
Chapter Start
Lovino and Antonio had been sleeping peacefully on their separate sides of the room. Well, Lovino was sleeping peacefully. Antonio, on the other hand, was having a nightmare in which tomatoes were trying to eat him. He woke abruptly, sitting quickly, and somehow launching his pillow across the room. Against all odds, it managed to hit Lovino right on the head.
Lovino awoke with a yelp and threw the pillow back at the Spaniard. "What the **** was that for, tomato-*******?" He demanded, now standing on his bed.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Antonio asked, still half-asleep.
"You threw your ******* pillow at me!"
"…I didn't mean too…"
"Like I'm going to believe that load of ****." Lovino growled, throwing his own pillow and hitting Antonio in the face.
"No sé, Lovi….but if you want a pillow fight, that is what you will get." Antonio threw the fluffy projectile back at Lovino and it smacked him in the chest.
Lovino growled under his breath and jumped off his bed, ran over to Antonio, and his him as if his head were a ball and the pillow were a bat. The Spanish man almost fell over, but grabbed the pillow as it moved away and swung it, with Lovino, to the side. The Italian let go, barely before he would have hit the wall.
"You're asking for it, tomato-*******!" Lovino threatened, grabbing more pillows from under his bed.
"You're on, Lovi," Antonio flung open the closet and semi-buried himself in a pile of spare pillows. He used one of them to block another pillow that was thrown at his face. He then launched both of those pillows at Lovino. "Say, Lovi, how about we raise the stakes? Loser has to give the winner their tomatoes for a month."
"Fine then," Lovino snapped, still ticked at being woken up with a pillow to the face.
"No! Don't agree!" a certain Prussian cried, bursting into the room. "Oh, you may vant to get zat lock fixed…"
"Gil, you came to help?" Antonio asked.
"Ja, Francypants came too."
Francis looked in the doorway. "Really? 'Francypants'? Is zat ze best you could do?"
"For you, ja." Gilbert said, grabbing a pillow and slamming it into the side of Francis' head.
"'ey! We're on ze same team!" The Frenchman exclaimed.
"A little bit of friendly fire never hurt anyone." Gilbert protested, running to take cover with Antonio.
Francis, after collecting the pillow off the ground, hid behind the wall of pillows as well.
"What the crapola? This isn't fair." Lovino protested. "I have-a no one and tomato-******* has you losers that make up the Bad Touch Trio."
"Why do you call us zat?" Francis asked.
"Everyone does. Tomato-******* is a pedophile, potato-******* #2 is a pervert, and you're a rapist."
"What? I'll 'ave you know," Francis started. "I'm too lazy to rape anyone."
"It's true." Gilbert said.
"You really couldn't come up with a better lie?" a certain ginger scoffed from the doorway. There stood Z, in her penguin footie pajamas, with a sock full of rice with the end tied off. "Now, pardon me, but what are you all doing here at 2-freaking-30 in the morning?"
"Before ve answer zat, quick question. Vhy did you come here?" Gilbert asked.
"Ya'll were making a lot of racket going down the hall." She paused when she saw the unbelieving looks on their faces. "Fine; I sensed a disturbance in the force."
"What's with the dorky pajamas?" Lovino asked.
"Do you want back-up or what?" Z asked in reply.
"Just you?"
"No, I've got people…"
"Vee~ Fratello! We came to help!" Feliciano said.
"Zat's your help?" Gilbert asked.
"Hold on…" Z said. She went back into the hallway and came back moments later, dragging along a sleepy-looking Roma.
"…he looks a lot like West vithout ze hat…" the Prussian commented.
"Hm, I guess he does." Z said. She tapped Roma on the head. "Wake up."
"No…" Roma muttered, just sitting on the ground.
"…'e's so adorable when 'e's tired…" Francis said.
Roma gave a small squeak of fear and moved further away from the Frenchman. "Give me a pillow…" he demanded. He took a pillow from Lovino and threw it at Francis as hard as he could. The pillow hit Francis in the face and actually knocked him over.
"Ack!" Francis cried, quickly flinging the pillow across the room. It hit Feliciano's head and the Italian started to cry.
Feliciano pulled a white flag our of his pocket (Yes, he's actually wearing pants. Roma made him.) "Don't hurt me! See, white flag!" He waved the flag around.
"I vas about to say zat zis isn't fair because you haf four and ve haf zree, but zen I remembered zat Feli doesn't count…" Gilbert said, throwing a pillow at Lovino.
The pillow fight went on for a while longer before ending in a tie when all the members of both teams collapsed into one of the many pillows scattered on the ground and fell asleep. Sometime during the battle, Z had started using her rice sock as a weapon, but when she accidently hit Feliciano, she stopped using it.
Around 8:00 in the morning, Z tried to wake the others. "Wake up! We have classes today!"
"Vhat do you mean…?" Gilbert asked, still half-asleep.
"Yesterday was Thursday, today is Friday. We still have school, you dummkof!"
Gilbert sat up, some of his hair sticking up. "Vell, I'm going to go get dressed…Good luck being vaking up ze others…und being awesome vithout me…" he laughed as he headed back towards his room.
Z had an idea. She picked up a pillow and slammed it into Lovino's skull.
"******, ******* tomato-*******! Why don't you-" Lovino stopped shouting when he realized it was not Antonio. "Oh, it's you…"
Lovino's yell had woken most of the others.
"I didn't do it!" Antonio yelped, hiding behind a few pillows.
Francis yawned. "We all slept in 'ere? At least zere were lots of pillows… I'm disappointed zat I fell asleep first zough…"
"That's another reason why I brought Roma along." Z pointed towards the blonde boy who was still pretty much asleep. "He'd protect me."
"But 'e's so little and cute…" Francis was promptly hit in the face with a pillow.
"He's also awake, dingbat." Z laughed. She looked over at Rom who was currently poking Feliciano who had fallen back asleep.
Z walked over to them and poked Feliciano in the middle of the forehead. The Italian twitched slightly and sat up.
"Vee~ Do we have school today?" Feliciano asked, yawning.
"Yeah, go get dressed." Z said. OMG, So cute! Why are like, all of them so adorable? Except for Francis… He's just creepy. Even Ivan is like, really cute and he's really scary…
"Sí! Roma, if I get to the dorm first, I get to wear your hat today!" Feliciano chirped before running out of the room.
"Feli, wait!" Roma cried, chasing after him. "Oh….you'd better not have lice!"
Z laughed quietly and left for her own room.
Mr. Smith looked up from his paper work when he saw several students enter the class. He hadn't taken attendance yet, (he had a bad habit of forgetting), but they were still late.
"May I ask where you all were?" He asked.
"We had to get some work from teachers and eat breakfast…and we're tired." Z said, even though she sounded like she had more energy than ever.
"Why?"
"Can I just advise you to not have a pillow fight with a bunch of jerks at 2:30 in the morning?"
"I suppose… I do have one more question though." Mr. Smith said. "Feliciano, why are you wearing Romischen's hat?"
"Vee~ He said I could wear it if I got to the dorm first." Feliciano said happily.
Roma nodded.
"Woah! I didn't know you were in this class, Z!" Alfred said.
"Yeah. I just usually sit in the back because I thought you guys were really weird." Z said, now taking a seat next to Tino.
Mr. Smith waited until the students had taken their seats before he started to talk. "Good morning, class. I had a lesson planned for today, but then a current event came up that was much more interesting. Kiku, if you would get the lights please."
"Hai," Kiku said, getting up to turn off the lights.
Once the lights were off, Mr. Smith turned on the projector. "Ok, so we're going to watch the newscast from this morning. Everyone pay attention. This could be history some day."
The video began to play. First, it showed footage of a battle and then cute to a reporter. "Good morning. Today we bring you some breaking news. Spain and the Southern part of Italy began a battle last night over rights to some crop fields. It started as just a small battle and was not very long, but involved about five European nations. France and the New Prussian Empire came to the aid of Spain half-way through the battle and South Italy was joined shortly after by North Italy and a small battalion of German forces. The most interesting part of this short conflict, however, is that the Germans claimed that they were not from Germany, but what they called 'The New Holy Roman Empire.'" The Reporter said.
Mr. Smith paused the video and started talking. "Most people may not know, but after the fall of the Roman Empire, there was another, smaller empire called the 'Holy Roman Empire.' It mainly consisted of the present day countries of Germany, Austria, Hungary, possibly Switzerland and Liechtenstein, and North Italy. Around 1618, two of the religions within the Holy Roman Empire began to fight. This dispute later evolved into the Thirty Years' War. Unfortunately, at the end of this war, the HRE was defeated by France and split into several countries. Why do I bother to tell you this? One: because Roma is finally paying attention to what I say; two: because the Holy Roman Empire was my favorite empire; and three: because this means that someone is trying to bring it back."
"That's excellent!" Roma said.
"Well, it looks like someone's finally awake." Z stated.
"Holy Rome's coming back?" Feliciano asked. Maybe if the empire comes back, Roma will remember who he is, err….was. Kind of like how we all figured out we're…wait. What was I thinking? I'm not sure where that thought came from. I wonder if the others keep thinking weird things like this….
"Don't you think it's kind of interesting," Eduard said. "that this stuff that happens in the world is kind of like what happens to us?"
"Huh?" Mr. Smith said, confused. "What do you mean by that?"
"I think I get what he is saying." Yao said. "Like, when Alfred beat up Francis. Alfred is American and Francis is French. After that, news said that America had bombed France. Pillow fight was same night as battle in Europe. Antonio is Spanish, Gilbert is 'Prussian', Lovino is from South Italy, Feliciano is from North Italy, and Roma loves the Holy Roman Empire."
"That is very interesting…" Mr. Smith thought aloud. "And no two of you are technically from the same country. Rather curious…"
"What if we are countries?" Alfred asked.
"That's bloody absurd." Arthur scoffed, folding his arms over his chest.
"No! Think about it! We're all perfect stereotypes of the countries we're from! I love hamburgers, Artie can't cook, everyone always forgets Mattie, Francis is creepy, Feli loves pasta, Ludwig is mean, Ivan is scary…and like so! You would be Iggy!" Alfred said to Arthur.
"What?"
"England…or Britain!"
"Then why in God's name did you say Iggy?"
"Werr, the Japanese name for Engrand is Igirisu." Kiku offered.
"Al," Matthew said. "No offense, but that statement was way too smart for you…"
"Huh?" Alfred asked.
"Nothing." The Canadian squeaked.
"Well, this is certainly an interesting development. I would love to debate it with you more, but our time in this class has just run short. Have a good weekend." Mr. Smith said dismissively.
The students gathered their notebooks and exited the classroom.
"Hey, you guys wanna go off campus for lunch today?" Z asked.
"Where would we go? There are 28 of us…" Yao pointed out.
"We could get like, Chik-fil-a or something to go."
"Sounds good, da?" Ivan said, smiling that smile that only he can pull off.
Everyone else shuddered and felt compelled to agree.
"At least it's not a bloody hamburger place…" the Brit muttered.
So, they had all gotten their food, even though some were not too happy that they had to eat from an American restaurant. They traveled down to the local park to eat.
Z finished eating first and stood up. "I have a small announcement to make. A couple of my girl friends and I, yes I have other friends besides you guys….have organized this party/thing tonight. I was wondering if ya'll wanted to come."
Everyone nodded; everyone besides Roderich.
"Aw, Roddy!" Z whined, poking his shoulder. "Why not?"
"I don't want to." Roderich said simply.
"Pwease…?" Z begged, giving her best puppy-dog eyes.
The Austrian hesitated for a moment. He then sighed in defeat. "…all right, fine… I'll come…"
"Yay!" Z squealed in delight, hugging Roderich. "Thank you!"
"Let go…" Roderich sighed.
"Awesome. So, I'll see ya'll at like, 8ish. Oh, just a heads up. I may or may not have planned karaoke, so be prepared."
A/N: Well, I promised Mattie was going to finish his song from chapter four, right?
It looks like the plot bunnies are leading me the right wa this time. But for the next chapter they run off a bit…
All that about the Holy Roman Empire? Yeah, that's just what I remember because I'm too lazy to look it up. So, if there are any mistakes, I apologize.
Lol. Alfred had a smart moment.
So, today I attended Momocon. It was so much fun! I wore my Holy Roman Empire cosplay (That I made myself except for the pants and the boots I wore. Yes, I even made the hat.) We were walking towards the place where it was and some other cosplayers started following us. There was a Colonel Mustang, a Lieutenant Hawkeye, Russia, Poland, and someone not cosplaying. They were like 'Awww! Holy Rome! You're adorable!' Most people who saw me said that. And for any of you who attended Momocon and went to the 11:30 Hetalia panel on Saturday morning, you saw me if you were there towards the end during questions. One of the cosplayers in our group, (she was cosplaying Russia), asked the Italy of the panel 'How do you feel about the Holy Roman Empire being taken over by France?' The Italy started to look really sad, so DeathNoteGalofTomatoes and her friend made me stand up. So, the panel people had me come up and Italy gave me a hug. Someone was like 'Italy, kiss Holy Rome!' and I was like 'please don't…' But, I got a kiss on the cheek anyway. Like, literally almost everyone in the room was like 'AWWWWWWW!' It was really kind of funny. The Greece in the panel literally fell asleep in the middle of the presentation thing. I spent most of the time in that room trying to figure out if the Prussia cosplayer leading it was a girl or a boy. I still don't know. Later, when we were eating, I saw the Germany and Japan walking around holding hands, and I thought 'Someone call Hungary. She's going to be sad she missed this.' And I returned home with a big stuffed Usa-chan for my Honey(Hunny?)-senpai cosplay.
Last random story one this chapter, I promise. In Social Studies at school, we do something called Fun Friday where the teacher asks us a question to take attendance. The one this Friday was 'What nationality are you?' Someone said that they were German and Italian and I literally laughed. I also learned that I'm the only one of Austrian descent in that class….
DISCLAIMER!
Greece: Terach doesn't own Hetalia or any of these characters except for Mr. Smith and Z…
P.S. If you have a song that you want a character to sing, put it in your review. I don't need any for Alfred or Matthew thought. I may have one for Gilbert too, but I want to see if ya'll can come up with a better one than what I already have. (Try to keep the songs clean, please.)