Sorry, this chapter is going to be very short. But the next one will be longer, and will also be that last chapter of this story. This story has been a lot of fun and I've enjoyed writing it so much. But it's time to wrap it up. Thank you guys so much. Till next time.
A week went by. Spain and Romano headed over to Spain, alone. France and Prussia, however, decided to stay in Germany and hang out. But having people over for so long got in the way of more passionate things a young couple wanted to be doing instead. Especially when the people in the house were bringing others home with them from their late nights at the bar.
That's why, the day after Spain and Romano left, Italy decided that they should go to his house in Venice.
What they didn't know when they arrived is that the area where they decided to stay in Italy was being plagued with a terrible heat wave. When they walked into the house they practically suffocated from the stuffiness mixed with the heat. It didn't help that there was a a terrible humidity emitting from the water.
It was uncommon to own air conditioners in Italy, or to even have a house with central air conditioning. Italy normally wasn't this hot! According to the news, the heat wave would last for the week. Even then, they weren't sure if the heat wave would end there. So they put on fans, stripped off their clothing, and just laid on the bed, sweating.
There hadn't been a heat wave this bad for at least a decade.
Italy wiped his brow, flopping his arm back on the bed. He looked at Germany, whose skin was also sleek and shining with sweat. Bored and needing a distraction, Italy ran his nimble fingers along his chest, turning over and onto him. He kissed Germany's neck, slipping his leg in between the man's legs.
Unfortunately, the heat emitting from Italy's body and the need to breathe in this heat was too much. He pushed the auburn haired man off of him gently.
"I'm sorry Italy, it's just too hot for that." Italy slumped over, sweeping the sting of the sweat out of his eyes.
"No, I'm sorry. I get it."
"I really want to, thought. Believe me."
"I do. And I really want to too, but I have to admit that I wasn't that into it. I would be if just . . ." He thought. "Maybe we should head back to Germany." He admitted.
"I don't think that's a good idea either. It looks like the heat wave is spreading throughout Europe and will be hitting Germany soon too. Prussia texted me and told me that it's already getting hot there."
"At least there's air conditioning."
"That's true, but we won't be alone if we go back."
"But at least we'll be cool." He wailed as he slumped back on the bed.
"Maybe we should go swimming." Germany offered.
"Maybe..." Just then, Italy's cell phone rang. He reached over the side of the bed, grabbing the thing off it's place on the floor.
"You really should look into installing central air in this old house."
"Shh!" Italy picked up the phone, turning away from him. "Ciao?"
"Italy? Dude! It's America."
"Ah, ciao, ciao! America, how are you?" Italy asked cheerfully. Although they didn't hang out that often, Italy and America got along extremely well. They share a lot of similar traits: they loved to eat, they were cheerful, a bit ignorant at times, and they were both obnoxiously loud. Almost a perfect friendship. But they rarely got the chance to hang out other than world conferences.
"I'm doin' fine. Just wanted to check in and see how everything's goin' with my good friend and Germany. France, Prussia, and Spain don't tell me shit! Haha." Italy ran his fingers through his slightly damp hair.
"Germany and I are okay. Did you hear that Spain and Romano got together?"
"No! Dude, what the hell? I don't get told anything until later! Ugh! So you're all good? Everything's good?"
"Yeah. It's just really hot over here in Europe. There's a massive heat wave, the biggest one in years!"
"Dude, that sucks. I have an idea. Why don't you come on by and chill at the house I had the party at in the Hapmtons? I'm not there at the moment and won't be returning for a while."
"Hm? Where are you then? I thought you said you really enjoyed having summers in the Hamptons."
"I do . . . but I have a house in Alabama and am there now. It's classic for summer time. I really enjoy summers here, nothing like the south."
"Oh. Then that sounds like fun! How soon can we get there?"
"Come whenever you want. Just stay in one of the guest bedrooms and clean up after yourselves." Italy knew that with Germany that wouldn't be a problem.
"Okie dokie. Thank you, America."
"It's nothing. Enjoy your stay, dude."
"We will. Thanks again, ciao."
"Bye." Italy hung up, looking over at the confused blonde with a smile.
"I've found us a place where we can be alone and cool for a few days."