Chapter 6 –A Liar Can Hurt Someone's feelings... –
I hope I can do abit much detail in this chapter XD
Still, this is my first fanfic so I know it's not going to be that great or good, but I still know that am doing my best.
England P.O.V
The sunlight shined in my face, waking me up in my bed, I tried to move but I felt a pain in my head, that's what you get when you drink too much… "Ughh… why did I drink that much anyway?" I went off my bed, and then I noticed that my shirt was off and my pants were unzipped.
It feels like I should remember something but I can't think straight… that hangover is hurting my damn mind… I walked to my wardrobe, opening it by the handles. I tried to think which cloths I should wear today, there were no meetings, so no point putting my uniform on, Hmm, maybe this should do it… I toke out a clean black shirt and a nice pair of pants, the pants were okay, they were black like the shirt, so I toke my pants off and wore the black pair of pants I got, then I grabbed the black shirt, putting one of my arms into the sleeves then I did the same with the other one, then I quickly buttoned up the shirt…
"Perfect, now I should check those two…" I went out of my bedroom and I started to walk down the hall, the first guest room I stopped by was Italy's', I slowly opened the door and I peeked, seeing Italy was still asleep.
Should I wake him up? I thought while I tip toed into the room, I noticed Italy was naked and he wasn't under the covers, so my cheeks went bright pink. I grabbed the covers and pulled it over Italy, then I went out and I walked down the hall again, stopping by the second guest room, I opened the door and peeked, Russia was asleep with his white scarf around his neck.
"If those two are asleep, then I make them something to eat…" I went down stairs and I started to cook those two their breakfast. (OH NO!: O!)
Everyone's P.O.V
While England did that, Italy woken up, his hair was a mess and so was he, he kept thinking of last night, he really wanted to forget, but he couldn't, he mind was filled with that passion night with him and England, he wonder what happened if they continued. His cheeks were now bright crimson red, his thoughts made him blush. He quickly slapped himself and jumped up.
"Veeh~ I shouldn't be like this, I need some pasta!" he shouted happily, he ran out the door, forgetting that he was naked. "Pasta! Pasta!" he repeated that word while he goes down the stairs.
"PASTA!" He ran into the kitchen, seeing England. England turned around he was about to say Hi but he noticed that Italy was completely naked in his HOUSE! "Italy! Why are you naked in my kitchen! Don't even ask just go back and put some cloths on!" He pointed to the stairs while he shouted at Italy, Italy pouted and ran back upstairs and into the guest room, he quickly got his cloths on then he ran back down stairs "Done~" he said happily while he sat down on the chair near the table, he saw England carrying a plate of pasta.
"England! You made pasta! Yey!" Italy jumped up and down on his seat, getting exited. England placed the plate on the table, near Italy; he smiled at him "Enjoy." England said while Italy grabbed the fork and had the first try then his face went pale.
Gross…. It's too bland... Italy looked at England, seeing his smile.
"Do you like it?" "Si! It's good!" Italy lied.
If I tell him it's gross, wouldn't that hurt his feelings? Italy tried to think but he kept forcing the pasta down, even though it was gross, it be rude if he didn't eat any of it.
After eating England's gross pasta, Italy felt like he was going to be sick, so he told England that he was going to the bathroom, England nodded and Italy quickly sprinted to the Bathroom, puking all the pasta into the toilet, then he flushed… "Next time, I should make the food instead, am so glad Russia didn't eat it, I wonder what would happen if he did" Italy started to imagine the whole scene, and then he started to scream.
"Eeek! That's scary!" he imagined that Russia got his iron pipe out and killed England(even though that will never happened but Italy thought that could actually happened!) Italy ran down stairs, he saw Russia near the table and then he saw England bringing the plate to him Veeh! Oh NO! Italy sprinted and tries to pretend he tripped and fell into England, making England drop the pasta onto the floor.
"Uhh… " England stared at Italy, he started to glare at him.
"Italy! Next time, don't run in the kitchen!" England shouted at Italy.
"Veeh, sorry..." England got up, dusting himself off, then he used his right hand and held it out for Italy to grab hold of it. Italy takes England's hand then he imagined what the hand did to him
Italy's cheeks started to go bright pink; he started to think of it again, even though he wanted to forget the whole thing.
Italy stared at the hand for a minute, but England pulled his hand, making Italy realise that he needed to stand up.
"Thanks, hehe." Italy giggled trying to be normal as possible while England glared at him for making him fall. He noticed the smashed plate and the pasta.
"Well, I'll make some more Pas-""No!" England was cut off, Italy grabbed his shoulder.
"Veeh! ~ I'll do it! I'll make pasta for us all! Don't worry about it; it's my fault so I should take reasonability" he said cheerfully while he rolled his sleeves up, he skipped to the cupboard and grabbed the Ingredients to make his pasta, he started to boil the pasta, after all the boiling and started to stir the tomato sauce, he finally placed the pasta in the three bowls with the tomato sauce on top, he grated the cheese on the tomato sauce, on each one, making it nice. "Perfect! They are going to love it!" he smiled while he carried the two bowls for England and Russia, he placed them on the table, then he got his and three forks, he gave the two forks to England and Russia, then he placed his bowl on the table, sitting down next to the tasty pasta…
"Thanks, Italy. I own you one." He thanked Italy while they all started to eat the pasta.
"Veeh~ no problem! I love making pasta for my friends!" he said while he had a mouth full of pasta. "Please close your mouth while eating and don't speak while you're eating… ""Sorry…" Italy pouted while he had tomato sauce all around his mouth; he smiled while England wiped the tomato sauce off Italy.
"Try not to get sauce all over you…""Ah, thanks England!" he giggled while he finished his pasta.
Now England won't be killed by Russia's big iron pipe. I bet Germany would be proud of me if I told him what happened! Hehe~ Italy thought while England saw Italy making a big smile on his face What is that Italian pasta idiot thinking? He started to think but he heard a bang on the door, it kept banging, he tried to ignore it but Italy skipped to the door, leaving Russia and England behind. He opened the door by the handle.
"Who is it~" Italy said in a cheerfully voice, he saw a man with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing glasses, a brown jacket and a shirt that says 'I'm the Hero!' on it.
"America! Veeh! ~ welcome!" "Yo! Where is England? Did he make you his bad food for breakfast?" Italy nodded. "Well I ate the pasta and I threw up but I saved the day by not making Russia eat it!" he smiles, waiting to get praised.
"Cool! I wonder what happened if he did eat it-"he got cut off by Italy "don't think about it, it's too scary! I had that thought and I screamed!" "It must have been that scary..." "It was…." Italy shivered. He heard footsteps coming to the front door, a hand grabbed his shoulder, Italy looked behind him and it was England. England was glaring at America.
"What do you want…?" England kept glaring at him with his emerald eyes.
"Chillax… am only here to see if everything is okay! Italy told me you gave him bad pasta! I told you, you're a bad cook!" America laughed while Italy looked pale He shouldn't of said that! Italy begun to panic!
"Italy… you said it was… good?" Italy tries to explain but he was cut off.
"You liar!" "I didn't want to hurt your feelings!" Italy tried to calm England down, but England pushed him away, making Italy hit America. America fell backwards, falling with Italy onto the pavement. Italy looks at England; England grabbed the handle and slammed the door, leaving those two outside.
"England…" he stares at the door, Italy started to feel so much guilt right now… he got himself off America, grabbing his hand and pulling him up, like England did for him.
"Dude, am totally sorry!" America said while he tried to apologize
"It's okay… it's my fault that I lied to him in the first place…" he pouted while he stared at the ground, he saw tears crashing onto the pavement, and his eyes start to overflow with tears.
"It's my fault!" he cried out while his tears flow down his cheeks, America tried to calm him down but nothing can stop Italy's crying…
In England's house, England heard Italy cry, he turned around to put his hand on the handle, but he froze.
It's that damn bastard's fault… that bastard America can comfort himself instead! He thought while he turned around again and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing some beer from the fridge, and then he drank it all, smashing the bottles against the wall.
He watched while the glass hits the wall, hearing the glass bottle smash loudly…
"It's his fault… I shouldn't have trusted him in the first place..." he said to himself while he drank another bottle of beer, placing it down after he had a sip.
"He's my damn enemy, a part of the stupid axis…"
Russia came in, seeing the smashed beers against the wall, and floor, he stared at England, seeing him get wasted by drinking too much beer.
"Where is Italy, Da?" Russia asked while he stared at the Englishman.
"That… bastard is gone! Good riddance!" He toke another sip, after the beer bottle was empty, he threw it at the wall again, hearing the SMASH! Against the wall.
"Why?" Russia wanted to know, he kept staring at England, watching him drink every beer he had in the fridge.
"He's a fucking liar; I bet he tried to make me his friend, so he can steal Flying Mint Bunny! Then he… *Hic!*" he stood up, trying to walk upstairs to his own room.
"I'm going to bed, GOODNIGHT!" he said while he slammed his bedroom door.
"But it's still morning, Da?" Russia looked out of the window, seeing Italy and America still outside, he saw the sobbing Italian while the blonde American comforted him, then he eyes widen, seeing something coming out of Italy's ear.
Is that… blood? No it can't be. da? Russia was thinking, was he right? Or was it his imagination? Then Russia suddenly had a flashback.
"If he was out of control, he would freak out and bleed even if he didn't have any wounds."
America's P.O.V
Poor Italy… I feel bad about this now… I patted Italy on the head, trying to comfort the crying Italian, I used my fingers to go through his hair, and it was smooth and soft.
"Italy, it's going to be okay, I'm the HERO! And I'm going to cheer you up with a Hamburger!" I slapped him across the back. "Let the Hero brighten up your day!" I said happily hoping Italy will smile along with me, sadly I didn't see a smile…
"Italy…" I was going to give up but a hero wouldn't do that! A person in need needs a hero! A Hero like ME!
I grabbed my phone and I called for a cab, sadly I lefted my car at the hotel, so the cab was my only choice. The cab arrived and we both got in… "Drive us to the nearest park, you know. Thanks." I told the driver, the driver nodded and started to drive to the nearest park he knew, sometimes he kept looking at the mirror, I know he was staring at Italy for some reason… I don't know why.
The cab stopped and we got out, I paid the cab driver and he drove off, fading away into the distance…
I grabbed Italy's hand and I pulled him to the milkshake stand, they were selling chocolate milkshakes for a dollar, so I bought two…
I gave one to Italy and he toke it, using the straw to sip the chocolate milkshake into his mouth, I stared for a moment then I stopped and I sipped the milkshake…
We both walked down the park, sipping the milkshakes… Italy kept calm, he wasn't crying anymore, but his face was still pale and sad, I couldn't help but feel guilty every time I saw that face.
"So… Italy how is Germany!" I said with a cheerful smile across my face, I stared at Italy but he didn't respond.
"Hey, is that blood coming out of that guy's ear." A stranger said, I stared at her, wondering what it meant…
"Eww, I think it is!" another one shouted, I realised they had said the truth… I turned Italy to the side and saw the blood dripping out of his ear.
I remember something about this… his grandpa told us…
"If he was out of control, he would freak out and bleed even if he didn't have any wounds."
I knew, Italy wasn't freaking out… but am guessing he was freaking out in the inside.
I grabbed my phone and called Germany, I told him back the bleeding and he said he was coming to check on Italy, we both waited on the bench. I stared at Italy sometimes, watching the blood dribble down his ear onto the side of his face, then it falls down slowly onto his neck and down into his shirt, leaving a little blood stain inside his shirt.
Minutes went passed and I saw Germany running up to us, with his uniform on. He stare the blood dribbling down, he got some tissue and wiped it away but it wouldn't stop, so Germany called Italy's grandpa.
"Ja… Okay, I try, Ja…. Bye" Germany finished his sentence while he closes his phone and putting back into his pocket, he checked Italy again, I told him what happened about England and his bad pasta and how he pushed Italy out and fell into the hero.
"We're going to the Hotel, that's where Italy's grandpa is." He toke Italy's hand and they both walked together, sadly I was lefted out, I wished I could feel Italy's smooth hand again, it be good to feel his hand once again…
I walked with them to the hotel, it was 5pm when we got there, after we got into the Hotel, we walked in Germany's hotel room, seeing Japan and Italy's grandpa.
Italy's grandpa toke Italy near him, then he quickly uses his hand to punch him in the stomach, knocking Italy out, I saw Italy fall, so I quickly caught him, I put my hand underneath his legs and my other hand on his back, lifting him up and putting him on the bed.
His grandpa kissed him on his forehead, letting Italy sleep on Germany's bed, I stared at the beautiful Italy, watching him breath, watching his lips to…
What the hell is going on with me! Maybe a dozen hamburgers will help me get through this.
Done! Hoped you like that…
I feel like every nation is going to fall in love with Italy, sadly no.
It's going to be a Russia/Italy, Britain/Italy, America/Italy, and Germany/Italy and maybe some Twincest XD
Well I hoped you enjoyed it, chapter 7 might be coming soon if it wasn't for school =.=
Oh and Pick which Pairing you like, and which one goes well with Italy : D
I think America and Italy goes well together and so does Germany and Italy.
But I wanted to see if England or Russia can go well with Italy to… :p