Suit and Tie

"What the hell is wrong with you bastards?" Romano questioned glaring at his two friends standing on his door step.

Prussia pouted. "What do you mean? You told us we could come over! You can't take that back now!" Romano rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "Shut up idiot I know what I said, and I also told you two that I would show you around my country. Did you forget that?"

Canada quickly shook his head. "I didn't forget. I'm really excited about seeing your country." He smiled slightly, hoping to ease the Italian's anger.

Romano growled. "Then why the fuck did you wear that?"

Canada frowned and looked at himself. "W-what's wrong with this?" He was dressed in his usual casual clothes; a hoodie, a pair of worn out jeans and his favorite converse. "It's what I always wear."

Romano shook his head disapprovingly and clicked his tongue. "Are you serious? You honestly go out like this?"

Prussia jumped into the conversation. "What's so bad about it? He looks normal, and so do I." The southern Italian nation groaned. "I had planned on taking you bastards somewhere nice, but I'm not going to do it while you idiots are dressed like that." He walked inside and picked up a set of car keys, then quickly moved to his garage.

The other two followed closely behind him. "Wait Roma, you can't just ditch us." Said nation just rolled his eyes and got in his car. "Come on bastards, we don't have all day."

Prussia and Canada shared a look, but quickly hopped into the car once they heard the engine start.

"So Roma..." Prussia glanced at his Italian friend. "Where are we going?"

Romano sighed. "I told you, that I am not going anywhere while you bastards are dressed like that. So I'm taking you to get decent clothing."

Prussia raised an eyebrow. "Decent clothing?" He questioned. "What exactly is your definition of 'decent clothing'?"

The half nation glared at him as he drove, speeding down the familiar streets and taking sharp turns. "A suit and tie that type of thing…you do know what that is, don't you?"

The albino scoffed. "I know what it is, but I'm not wearing it."

"Yes you are." The Italian responded. "No I'm not." He muttered under his breath, turning to look out the window.

Romano groaned and rolled his eyes. "You wear the suit and tie, or you get the fuck out of my country; your decision bastard." Not much time passed before Romano made it to the clothing shop, and stepped out of his car. He walked inside the small shop. Prussia begrudgingly followed him still complaining about the required suit. While Canada followed quietly.

Upon entering the shop Romano was immediately greeted by a skinny man speaking in rapid Italian. The man's dark brown hair was swept back, and the rolled up sleeves of his shirt indicated he was doing work of some kind.

While the other two nations couldn't discern a word of what the Italians were saying, it almost seemed like Romano was happy about the conversation. Both were making energetic hand motions and constantly touching each other's clothing.

This went on for about five minutes, before Romano remembered his friends and quickly introduced them to the man. "Bastards this is Stefano, Stefano these are my friends Matthew and Gilbert." Stefano pursued his lips and stepped towards Canada, circling around him. "Why such baggy clothes, hm?" He pulled on the hoodie. "And such ugly colors on you…" He clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "Take it off."

Canada looked at him. "H-huh?" Stefano placed his hand on his hip. "The jacket. Take it off now." Canada frowned, but reluctantly did as he was told, pulling his hoodie up over his head and holding it in his arms.

Stefano sighed in exasperation. "Look at you," He poked the Canadian's side, earning a squeak from the man. "Covering up such a beautiful body with ugly clothing. You should be ashamed of yourself." He shook his head and tugged on the loose jeans Canada was wearing. "And these things should be burned." He glanced at Romano. "How you could let your friends dress like this, I don't know."

Romano hung his head in shame. "I had no idea that this was how they actually dressed."

Stefano shook his head and scolded Romano. "You should be ashamed of yourself Lovino. I will give you one chance to redeem yourself." He pointed to Prussia. "Find a nice suit for the pale one, while I work on the blonde."

Prussia expected Romano to start protesting immediately, but he was wrong. Instead of going off about having to spend any amount of time with him, Romano simply nodded his head and walked to the other side of the store, gesturing for the Prussian to follow him.

Prussia quietly followed after his friend, curiously looking around the shop and touching nearly everything he passed by. Romano sighed through his nose and spun around on his heels to glare at the albino. "Could you not?" Prussia blinked and tilted his head to the side. "…What?" The Italian inhaled slowly then let it out. "Stop touching everything." He managed to keep his voice under control.

The albino slowly reached out with one of his pale hands, rested it on Romano's cheek and slid it down his face. A simple, "No." passed his lips before he pulled his hand away and went back to touching the various fabrics in the shop.

The Italian stared at the albino in shock, before shaking his head and ignoring him. "I swear I need to rethink being friends with this guy." He grumbled as he began to look for colors to compliment Gilbert's skin tone. Soon enough Romano was dragging his friend off to the dressing rooms so he could take his measurements and get him fitted properly.

Once inside the fitting room Prussia began to strip, and threw his shirt in Romano's direction. The Italian threw it right back and glared at his 'friend'. "Could you stop being such an idiot for just ten minutes? You don't even need to take off your clothes."

Prussia chuckled and shook his head. "It's more fun if I take off my clothes." He smirked and threw his pants at Lovino.

"Damn it you idiot! Stop!"

Prussia smirked and snickered. "Stop acting so grumpy, I know you're happy to see this sexy body." He wiggled his eye brows, and struck a pose.

Romano returned the actions with a blank stare. "I think a little piece of me just died." Prussia pouted and crossed his arms. "You're a jerk."

Romano rolled his eyes and took the albino's measurements. "And you're an idiot."

"Sexy idiot." Prussia added.

"Annoying idiot." Lovino retorted.

"Awesome idiot."

"Intolerable idiot."

"Lovable idiot."

Romano stopped talking and stared at Prussia. "Really?" He stared at the albino. "You may be the least lovable person I have ever met in my entire life."

Prussia pouted. "That's really mean." He muttered.

Romano rolled his eyes as he continued working. "Yet completely true."

Prussia frowned and fell silent, staring at the floor while Romano fitted him for the clothing he had picked out.

The Italian hummed as he worked, glad to have silence from the albino. After a while Prussia locked eyes with Romano. "You don't really think that do you?" Romano raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"What you said earlier, about me being completely unlovable. Did you mean it?"

The younger nation frowned. "Why would you bring that back up? That conversation is over." He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Did you mean it?" Prussia repeated.

"What does it matter if I meant it or not?" The albino sighed and placed his hands on Romano's shoulders, looking him dead in the eye. "Did you mean it?" He asked one last time.

Romano blushed feeling extremely awkward for some reason; he fidgeted a bit before shaking his head. "No! I didn't fucking mean it. Now calm the fuck down!"

Prussia grinned and ruffled Romano's hair. "Good." Romano glared. "You're still an annoying bastard." Prussia chuckled and hugged him. "A lovable annoying bastard."

Soon enough both Canada and Prussia were dressed in nice suits, courtesy of Stefano and Romano. Romano had even told Stefano to make a few more suits for his friends so they would have more than just the one. After exchanging thank yous and good byes, the trio was leaving the shop and getting back into Romano's car.

Romano took his two, properly dressed friends to an upscale restaurant he visited frequently. Prussia clicked his tongue and looked around the fancy Italian restaurant. "Wow Roma, this place is really nice." Canada nodded in agreement. "This completely blows Birdie's date out of the water." The albino added.

Romano glanced at them, as they sat at their table. "What do you mean?" Prussia sat down as well. "Birdie and I went on a date a few weeks ago. It was nice, but this place is way better than where I went with him."

The Italian raised an eyebrow and stared at his friends. "You two went on a date?" He questioned curiously.

Canada quickly shook his head. "No, no. We just went out for lunch one day when you were busy." Prussia patted his shoulder. "It was totally a date; Birdie's just embarrassed to admit it."

"No, I'm not embarrassed and there's nothing to admit. It wasn't a date." The Canadian insisted.

Prussia shushed him with a hand gesture in his general direction. "Let me explain the story to Roma." He turned to face the Italian to give his version of what happened when Romano was gone. "So Birdie and I were hanging out at my place. It was pretty normal, and then out of nowhere he starts begging me to go on a date with him."

Canada's eyes widened and he tried to interject, only to be shushed by the Prussian again. "Stop being rude. Anyways, like I was saying the guy was pleading with me to go on a date with him. Now look at that sweet little face, I couldn't just say no and crush his poor little heart, obviously. So I told him yes." Romano snickered quietly and nodded for his friend to continue.

"It was really sweet actually; he planned out such a cute little date." Canada groaned and gave up on protesting. "He took me to my favorite diner and he we had a nice lunch." He winked at Canada. "And the best part was what we did after the meal!"

Romano rested his chin in the palm of his hand and smiled lightly. "And what was that?" He asked.

Prussia smirked mischievously and grabbed Canada's arm. "Our little wallflower pinned me to the couch, and we had the sexiest make-out session ever!" Violet eyes widened, and a dark blush spread across the Canadian's cheeks. "W-wait a minute that did not happen!"

Romano started to chuckle softly and watched his friends.

Prussia pulled Canada close. "Aw but it did happen Birdie." He puckered his lips and made kissy noises. "Don't deny it!" Canada tried to pull away from the albino. "N-no it's not true, stop that." He protested as Prussia moved closer to him.

"Come on, I look sexy as hell in this suit. I know you want me!" Prussia insisted, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Canada blushed darkly and shook his head quickly. "No I don't want you!"

Romano continued to laugh, despite the strange looks his friends were receiving.

A/N: Yay look who actually updated their story. Tehe. I feel that this chapter was a bit…cheesy…I'm not sure though. I will try to be more regular about updates, though and I'm still open to suggestions from you guys. Thanks to CardofSpades for this wonderful chapter idea. I hope everyone enjoyed and love to all my readers~