Chapter IV~ Persuasion is the way to go!
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~.Oo0oO.~ At the Conference ~.Oo0oO.~
I never thought I'd ever find Hungary's hospitality commendable. Seriously, this chick knew how to plan a dinner. Hell, it wasn't just a dinner, it was chaos here. Everyone seemed hyper, and blissful like nothing could ruin their day. Just look at Alfred and Arthur! Alfred's grinning like an idiot more than usual and Arthur's...trying to suppress that contagious smile that was so fucking obvious. They must be here on a date. Hm, that must be nice. A pang of pain shot through my chest. Dammit, I'm not even ecstatic to be here.
But I'd even go to one of her parties if I got invited. The interior design and decor of the the entire room alone stole everyone's attention, even almost made me forget my little siesta with Spain. Dammit, just what was he dreaming? He called me, 'Lovi'. Only Feli called me that and so did Grandpa Rome but... that's because we were family! We are supposed to call each other by our human names. I didn't mind if he called me that, and if I were to be brutally honest, I'd admit I...liked it... a lot.
SLAP!
Snap out of it, Lovino! Pull yourself together! It hasn't even been a day and you're already falling for him! Ow... did I have to slap myself that hard? Fine, my explanation is that Spain practically raised me, therefore as the illegitimate right to call me my human name. Wow, that's saddening. Ugh, now where was my seat? It was crowded, loud and very hard to make my way through without cursing out whoever bumped into me. This wasn't even a normal conference! There were no meeting tables, no seats, an- what the fuck, I see a DJ over there! Not to mention a disco ball over the dance floor. Dammit, this is a party. I should've known better and left. With over 200 countries in the room, being noisy and just plain annoying, you'd think I'd known better than to try and escape through the exit silently. Well, before my brother butted in. Can't he see I'm busy!
"Fratello~!" I heard the sound of innocence shriek from afar. There was Feli, grinning and jumpy as usual, holding on to...on to that fucking potato bastard! Argh, can't he see that I'm already in a bad mood? Why bring him along!? I swear if I was bomb, I'd detonate within seconds now and explode all over Feli and the slave driver. When he came close to range, it took all my willpower not to start a brawl. "Ah, fratello~! I looked for you everywhere! I was so worried~! Luckily I found Germany~ Say hi Germany!"
"Hello Romano." He said in a distasteful, polite manner.
"Fuck you." I answered back, more aggressive than ever, clenching my fists. We didn't come here to acquaint ourselves with that lousy potato! I felt slightly concerned since Feli's been worrying about me this whole time and I haven't thought twice on his whereabouts.
"Romano, don't be mean to Germany! And fratello, where were you? I looked for you everywhere this afternoon!" Where was I? Possibly molested by a French man slept with Spain, Oh you know the usual... Oh I forgot I was supposed to be mad at him for ditching me.
"None of your fucking business. Besides shouldn't be asking you that?! You ran off without me!" I yelled, very irate.
"Ve~! I'm sorry! Are you okay now?" Of course, I'm okay now. More or less. I waved him off, remembering my list of things to do before the conference is over.
"Never mind about that Feli. Have you seen France? If you do, tell him I need to speak to him urgently. It's important." At that Vene paused and looked more nervous than ever. He frowned and tried to give me a reassuring joking smile. At least I kept my posture.
"B-but Romano, what about Spain?" I felt something flare inside of me.
"What about Spain?! I'm talking about France here! Just tell him I need him for a moment!" And at that I stormed off, not giving him or the potato bastard a second look. Dammit, this place is huge. Almost everyone had arrived or so it seemed. It's too crowded, it's a good thing I'm not claustrophobic. Argh... I need a drink. Where were the drinks now? After I found my glass of red wine in my hand where it belongs, I took a few sips and decided to be the wallflower here at this fucking lovely conference. It seemed more like a party, but they served pasta so Vene and I didn't complain and everyone seemed to have a good time. I decided to just observe everyone from afar; not to draw any attention which is safe. The peace and serenity of my current state quickly dissolved as soon as potato bastard #2 had arrived and caught sight of me.
I did want any other sane country or half-nation would do.
I turned around and marched off swiftly and silently before he could approach me. Unfortunately, that was not the case here. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder and it didn't seem that I was going to shake him anytime soon.
"Hey where are you going Romano? Awesome me just want to have a talk! You know, Man-to-Man!" I shuddered at his voice which was heavily accented and reminded me of Germany, only not as annoying. Prussia wasn't even a country anymore, dammit! What the hell is he doing here?! It wouldn't matter, no one had the guts to tell him the truth and if they did I doubt he would believe them and shrug it off as a joke. But someone should tell him anyway! Then, that laugh that came out of Prussia mouth. That albino creep couldn't get any creepier by laughing a, 'keskeskeskeskeskes!' Kind of sound. "So, tell me South of Italy, what are your plans?"
My plans? I made a quizzical expression indicating I was confused as fuck and Prussia needed to elaborate on that. Either he was a mind reader or damn good at reading other people's faces. "Yeah you know! Your plan to win Tonio back! Let me give you some advice though, Having Franny tap that Italian ass of yours isn't gonna help. But if that's your battle strategy, then so be it." He lost me at Franny since I couldn't help but grin and laugh at such a stupid nickname. Talking to Prussia gave me a migraine so I couldn't catch on to exactly what he was saying. It was either about war, beer, or German sausages I'm sure; all of which displeases me greatly. So, if you don't mind, I'll just stand here ignoring Prussia and drinking my drink, thank you very much! Oh wait... Isn't Prussia France's best friend?
"Look bastard, can you just tell me where your sleazy Frenchman is? I need to talk to him about something fucking important." I recalled.
Prussia sighed heavily, "Suit yourself, but I won't stand and watch you break Tonio's heart again. He's very fragile these days. Remember my advice! Last time, awesome me saw Franny was ...hm, funny I don't remember. We will talk again Romano." Something told me that the next time I spoke to him will be under stressful circumstances. And just like that he ran off with that little birdy of his away. I should tune out everyone like how I just did with Prussia. Whatever he was blabbering on and on about, I couldn't seem to catch on, it was probably something insignificant anyways. Bastard talks too loud and fast. Hopefully, I won't have to talk to anyone else and leave as soon as possible. Buuuuut... like I said, the universe must hate me.
Fine, I'll fucking admit it! The truth is I heard every single word that deceiving fuck had said. Break Tonio's heart? He broke mine, first! It's broken in a million pieces! It's like all those vases I broke when I was young due to my clumsiness. No matter how hard I try, it won't be fixed. It'll be thrown away, and that's exactly where my heart is, if you're wondering why I'm such a insensitive jerk. Yeah, I know what you all are thinking! I don't understand, it's fucking Antonio's fault, not mine. And don't get me started about France or else I might vomit all over the place. Maybe, I should just go home... Feli won't even miss me with that potato bastard around. My eyes darted the floor inconspicuously.
...
Sooner or later, did the she-demon who organized this entire meeting approach me. I should've seen this coming. She laid a hand on my arm and smile that hid her sadistic side I knew very well of.
"Romano! I haven't seen you in forever! Actually I have been wanting to speak with you for some time now. How are you, sweetie?" I cringed at the word of endearment. I did not have the time to deal with this shit. Most likely, I will never have the time to satisfy Hungary's needs. She looked more perky now that she's seen me. Her brown hair curled and compared to me she looked as if she could pin me down without a struggle. So, now I was on my toes, ready for any assault she was about to throw at me.
"Fine." I answered swiftly and vague. I didn't want her getting any wrong impressions from anything considering she could turn the truth and twist it around her fingers. I need another sip if I'm going to have this conversation with her now. Because I am not in the mood right now.
"Really now? Hm, are you looking for someone Roma? Because rumor has it that you and France slept together." I spit out my red wine and gagged/choked for an appropriate amount of time before screaming at her, "WHAT!?" She gently placed a hand over my mouth as witnesses turn to see; and the reason I refer to them as witnesses is because any second now I was going to murder Hungary... brutally.
"Don't take your anger out on me. Honey, please don't drag more attention to yourself than you already have." Before I could protest, she continued, "Don't tell me you didn't know that because everyone here has heard of this." Everyone... how?!...Feli! Che cazzo! It was my fucking asshole of a brother! Why did he have to go and alert the media, A.K.A Hungary!? Now, this is what I mean by the twisted version of the truth. And if France confirms it, I swear I will- "So, tell me. Is it true?"
"W-what? No! Or at least, I-I don't know! Where the fuck is Feliciano?! I'm gonna kill him-" I harshly said as I looked around for my idiot of a brother. Unfortunately, Hungary was in the way, pulling my arm back.
"Calm down Romano. What do you mean, 'you don't know'? Are you in that denial stage of depression?" She asked sincerely, no, demanded an answer...sincerely if that was possible.
"Leave me the fuck alone! D-depression?!" What game what she playing at? She crossed her arms impatiently and clicked her tongue.
"I don't remember you being always this oblivious. Or are you kidding with me, hun?" She sighed, "Look, I've heard about your break-up with Spain. No, actually everyone in Europe has heard the news. Naturally, I'd think you'd be as depressed as Spain..."
A well-rounded slap was delivered to my cheek before I got a chance to speak up against this tyranny. "Why aren't you crying, whining, begging for your lover to return?! Instead you're playing around with France, his best friend? How could you?!"
Another slap. I was just as confused as you are. Are you catching onto this? I staggered back from this crazy bitch with my hand to my reddening cheek. She grabbed my collar and pulled me close to hear."Listen up. I don't care what your excuse is. Don't ruin your chance! You might not get another one." She whispered violently in my ear. Then she released me, kindly and slowly, "But I wouldn't worry too much since I'm going to help you. See how generous I am? All you have to do is stand there and look pretty! Good Bye sweetie."
My jaw dropped to the floor. Look pretty? I replied with a scowl as she left.
Phew... that's a relief.
Ignore her Lovino. Just don't get involved. There's no way she could possibly help me. And there was no fucking way I was going to plead Spain for forgiveness. The least that bastard could do was apologize for...for l-leading me on and using me. I should've know better than to trust him. God, I'm such an idiot... Dammit. I walked over to the vacant balcony and shut the doors closed to numb the noise. It was quiet and you could hear the faint sound of laughter and music.
But now was not the time, I need to think. I bit my lip in anxiety. I only ever did that habit out of anxiety. This was overwhelming, I shouldn't be here. I don't even like people in general. Why did I come? The balcony hung plants from above and I closed the drapes near the door to isolate myself. Why? Dammit, why!? I need to remember what happen on that day. Maybe then, I'd have the passion to go through hell.Leaning against the rail I pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation and furrowed my eyebrows as I thought back to that traitorous day.
((A/N~ Constructional Criticism is encouraged. Hope that is fine. :3 Also the next chapter... INCREDIBLY hard to write because... well it's has... fluff. Lots of it. It's a flashback chapter~! Muahahaha~! Reviews encourage me to write since Im just as insecure as Lovi~! Thank you for reading! Ciao! ))