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Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 13a/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-08 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)Hehe, West would take out a ruler and make sure the sheets were straight, he thought before burying his face into the pillow to get some more shut-eye.
Wait. Germany wasn't here. He was with Italy. And that meant...
Prussia forced his eyes open and lifted himself up on his elbows so that he could get a better look at the bed to his left. Sure enough, there was a mop of brown hair peeking from under the covers. Romano was still in the room, and based on the steady rise and fall of his chest, he hadn't woken up yet.
The idea of tiptoeing to him and stealing a look at his sleeping face was pretty tempting, but it was a manoeuvre that came with too many risks to Prussia's liking. He wasn't sure on what terms the two of them were after the previous night's argument, and he could almost hear Fritz' voice in his head, telling him not to be stupid enough to make Romano even angrier.
But did it even matter? He once again found himself wondering why he was wasting his time with someone who obviously didn't like him – or sometimes liked him and then suddenly hated him again. He could do better. Everyone would line up to audition if he said he was available.
He took a glance at his cellphone's clock. It was getting close to five, which meant that Germany was no doubt up already. He was probably wringing his hands in Italy's room, desperate to come and get some fresh clothes but afraid that if he stepped inside, Romano would bite his head off.
Prussia decided to be a good brother and take some clothes to him. Everyone would be miserable if Germany started his day off on the wrong foot. As he did so, he tried to be as quiet as possible and not wake Romano up. It turned out to be pretty difficult not to laugh when he noticed that Romano's limbs were pointing to every direction and that there was hardly any free space left.
Would be hard to share a bed with him, Prussia thought.
His knock on the door to Italy's door went ignored for a moment, but then Germany came to let him in. Relief washed over his face as soon as he saw who it was.
“It's you,” he said. “I thought Romano was coming back.”
“He's fast asleep. I guess he's pretty exhausted after last night.”
Germany's shoulders stiffened. “Please tell me you didn't –”
“Have hot, sweaty sex? Nah, I think he just tired himself out by being angry. You should have seen his face when we found out what the two of you were doing here! Sounded like you got a great ride!”
“You... you heard it?”
Prussia laughed at the blush on Germany's face. “Kind of hard not to hear. Be glad Romano didn't open the door and bust you two. You should have at least put a 'don't disturb' sign on the door.”
“We forgot.”
“That good, huh?”
“Let's not talk about that,” Germany said in a strained voice.
“Sure, whatever. Anyway, where's Italy?”
“Still in bed.”
Sure enough, Prussia spotted Italy on the bed, sleeping on his stomach. Apart from the fact that the shade of his hair was a little paler, the sight was identical to what he had just seen in his and Germany's room. He couldn't help but chuckle.
“What's so funny?”
“Those two sleep exactly the same. You should come to our room and take a look. Romano is sprawled over the bed just like that.”
“I don't need to see that, and I don't think he'd like me to,” Germany pointed out.
Prussia sat on the vacant bed as Germany went to take a shower. He wondered if he should go back to Romano, but he was pretty sure he'd get yelled at once the other woke up. He'd rather stay here and watch Italy sleep. He was so adorable.
Romano would be so much more tolerable if he were more like his brother, he mused. Italy was cute, friendly, always ready for hugs and never called him an asshole. If that were combined with Romano's hotness and dirty imagination, the result would be perfect.
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 13b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-08 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)“Oh, Prussia,” he said. “I didn't know you're in my room, too. Good morning!”
“Morning, Ita-cakes. Sleep well?”
“Yeah, I was so tired. And Germany was, too. Usually he tries to move me back on my side of the bed when I put my legs all over him, but this time he didn't mind!”
“There isn't much room to move you anywhere on that bed. It's just for one person,” Prussia pointed out.
Italy stopped look at the bed for a moment. “You're right! That's because the other bed is Romano's so we didn't want to put them together. Germany said that Romano was staying with you last night. I'm so happy you're making friends!”
“I wouldn't call it that,” Prussia said with a snort. “We had a fight.”
“That's okay. Romano has fights with people all the time.”
“It's not the fighting that's the problem. It's that there's no making up afterwards.”
“Hmm,” Italy hummed with a thoughtful frown on his face. “You could buy him something good at breakfast to cheer him up.”
“I'd rather see that he buys something good for me because the whole thing was his fault,” Prussia replied.
“That might take a while. Romano isn't very good at apologizing. You're going to solve the whole mess faster and easier if you make the first move.”
Though he was a man of action, Prussia didn't really like that plan. If he was going to spend time with Romano, he didn't want to volunteer to be the one who was always wrong and had to patch things up when they fought. He may not have been the most responsible and well-adjusted person in the world, but even he knew that this approach would just cause more problems, not solve any.
A sudden bang on the door made both him and Italy jump.
“If someone is doing something disgusting in there, I'll kick your ass when I get in!”
The door was then shoved open and a somewhat worn out-looking Romano stormed in, his hair a mess, his clothes wrinkled from having been slept in and his face marred by an unhappy frown. He shot Prussia and Italy a dark glare as he made his way to his suitcase.
“I told you not to do anything disgusting here,” he said.
“We're just talking!” Italy objected.
“You're fucking naked and leaving nothing to the imagination, idiot!”'
It was true, Prussia realised with some surprise. Though everything crucial was still covered by the blanket on his lap, there was no denying the fact that Italy wasn't wearing anything. He was sure he would have enjoyed the view just a few weeks ago, but now he hadn't even noticed.
“But I like sleeping naked! You know that! You like it, too!”
“Shut up!”
Romano took out an armful of clothes from his suitcase and stormed back to the door. “I can hear that the other bastard has taken over the shower, so I'm out of here before he comes out and shows his disgusting muscles to the whole world!”
“Are you going back to our room?” Prussia asked.
“No, I'm going to take a shower in Netherland's room!”
After Romano had left and slammed the door shut, Italy turned to Prussia. “I think he's in a better mood already. He talked to you,” he said brightly.
“That's not good enough for me,” Prussia muttered in irritation. “Anyway, I had better get back before West starts nagging at me about wasting time. As if I'd ever be late for breakfast.”
“Okay,” Italy said. “Oh, and thanks for keeping company with Romano last night!”
Prussia figured he didn't need a shower since he had taken one before bed, so he was content with grabbing fresh clothes and taming his amazing hair enough so that Germany wouldn't complain. After that he headed downstairs to see what sort of breakfast buffet the hotel was offering.
He filled his plate with bread, slices of meat, cheese, eggs, a few pieces of apple and grabbed a cup of coffee. As he scanned the tables, he saw that France was already there and decided to join him.
“Did you stock for Germany as well, or are you planning to eat all that?” France asked.
“Of course it's all for me! And it's just my first round. I'll go back for more.”
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 13c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-08 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)“How was your rendezvous with Romano?”
“What do you think?” Prussia asked and built a fortress of meat and cheese on top of the first slice of bread.
“So it's safe to assume it didn't end with the two of you spending a lovely night together?”
“Well, we did spend the night together, but I wouldn't call it lovely.”
France's eyebrows shot up. “Details, please.”
“Not like that, so get that look off your face. We just shared my and West's room because things had got busy in the Italies' room.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Don't tell me there wasn't at least a little sexual tension in the air.”
“I showed him my awesome body when I came from the shower. I know he liked it, but he's so reserved that he didn't admit it.”
“Romano is hardly reserved,” France pointed out. “And you certainly aren't, so why didn't you make the first move?”
“Are you kidding? He was so pissed off last night that I'm sure he would have bitten my dick off if I had put it anywhere near him.”
France sighed and shook his head. “And I can't blame him. You just don't have a romantic bone in your body.”
“Yeah, as if he does. He was real nasty to me last night.”
“Of course Romano is romantic. Every Mediterranean nation has passion flowing through their veins. He's just a little...” France paused to take a sip of his coffee as he searched the for right word, “crude about expressing it.”
Prussia popped an apple slice into his mouth. “Yeah, whatever. I don't care. Why are we even talking about this?”
“I don't know. Why did you go out with him rather than your best friend?”
“Because we're organizing that kick-ass party for our brothers and because I had to make sure the coast was clear so that West could have some action. He's going to be mellow today, so you can thank me for arranging that for you.”
Prussia was about to turn his attention back to his food when he noticed Spain and Romano enter the room. They chose a table that was as far away from him and France as possible. It had to be Romano's decision, Prussia thought sourly as he watched them.
They were so far away that he couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it was clear they weren't just having a casual conversation over breakfast. Romano was gesturing with his hands as he spoke, and Prussia got the impression that he was pretending to kill someone. Every once in a while, he picked up a piece of food that Spain slid to him over the table, stuffed it into his mouth, and then the ranting began anew.
He's probably bitching about me, Prussia thought. At this point, he was starting to suspect that he hadn't even done anything to piss him off and that being angry and hateful was just the way Romano was wired. And now he was unleashing all his dislike towards him at Spain who –
A sudden thought crossed his mind. Spain had raised Romano. The two of them were practically brothers. Spain had seen Romano grow up and probably knew him better than anyone else, maybe even better than Italy. So, if he wanted to understand Romano, he should consult Spain for some strategy.
He was almost done with his breakfast when Romano suddenly jumped to his feet, knocked over his chair and marched out of the room. Everyone turned to look, but nobody went after him. Soon enough, everyone's attention was back in their food.
“I told you he's passionate,” France said.
“You're confusing childish temper tantrums with passion. No wonder you keep failing at getting England to your bed.”
Once he was done eating, Prussia decided to make a quick trip to the men's room before the meeting would start. He was about to enter, but just as he was reaching for the handle, the door was pulled open, and he found himself face to face with Romano.
“Oh, hey,” Prussia said. “How's it going?”
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 13d/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-08 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)Prussia could feel a headache on its way and wished more than anything that he could just skip the meeting and curl up on the couch with a beer. He didn't know how to deal with all this. Maybe he could just challenge Romano into a fight and they'd beat each other until everything was fine again?
“Spain had better have an explanation for all this bullshit,” he muttered as he stepped into the restroom and closed the door.
The meeting started well enough with Netherlands giving everyone an update about what was going on in his country and what he was planning to do next. Prussia did his best to take notes, but he spent most of his time reading the revised calculations Germany had sent him. He wasn't happy to notice that his brother had changed almost everything. He had completely ruined the perfection.
“Hey, Spain!” he called out as soon as everyone was getting up to go and get lunch. “I'm eating with you today!”
“Sure, let me just tell Belgium that there'll be three of us.”
“Actually, I was thinking that I'd steal you for myself. I want to talk about something.”
“Oh, okay. Then I'll just tell her that she should go with Netherlands and Romano.”
Prussia tried not to feel guilty as Spain went over to Belgium and explained the situation. He expected her to send a glare into his direction for ruining her date, but the look in her eyes was nothing short of excited. She even gave Spain two enthusiastic thumbs-ups before shoving him to Prussia's direction.
“She doesn't look upset,” Prussia pointed out.
“She doesn't mind. She's been telling me to talk to you anyway.”
“About what?”
“About Romano.”
“What? Why the hell does she want you to talk to me about him?”
Spain shrugged. “I'm not exactly sure. But since Romano wanted to talk about you this morning, I guess it makes sense.”
“What did he say about me?” Prussia asked as they left the conference building and started heading towards a restaurant that Spain knew and liked.
“Mostly that you're a complete asshole and that being in your company makes him want to jump into the Tiber or throw you into it. He couldn't make up his mind.” The smile on Spain's face never once wavered, as if they were talking about the weather rather than his ex-ward's emotional problems that clearly ran deep.
“I haven't even done anything to him!” Prussia protested. Well, other than prying into Romano's personal business and discovering his secret fantasies, but that was old news. He had been on his best behaviour after that. If anything, Romano should have been worshipping the ground he walked on rather than throwing yet another tantrum.
“He's just upset, and he's not very good at channelling his negative emotions. It usually helps if you give him something good to eat.”
“That's shitty advice,” Prussia said.
“I don't think so. Food always makes you feel better when you have problems.”
“Yeah, so does alcohol, and yet everyone is always saying you shouldn't drink your worries away.”
They found a table in the restaurant. After a moment of scanning the menu, Prussia decided to try the same dish he had had the previous day. He wasn't really feeling like experimenting, even if Belgian food wasn't all that strange.
“Anyway, did Romano say anything else about me?”
“A lot, but it was a little difficult to understand. He mumbled half of what he said. I think he was embarrassed. Just what happened after you left the bar yesterday? I didn't really catch that.”
“What, you saw us last night?” Prussia asked, blinking in surprise.
“Yes, and heard, too. The whole bar probably did. Belgium actually wanted to bet on if you'd be thrown out because you kept yelling at each other.”
“What did you hear?”
“Just you two arguing about how Romano was trying to help you out. I hope you thanked him later.”
Prussia snorted. “I didn't ask him to do that, and I don't like it when someone tries to control me behind my back. He should have apologized.”
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 13e/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-08 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)“No, I guess not,” Prussia said. “I don't really even care if he apologizes or not. I just want to understand how his mind works. I want to know what he really thinks about me. Sometimes we get along so well, and then all of a sudden he completely blows up. How the hell did you deal with that all those years?”
“You have to know how to give him enough space,” Spain said, turning to smile at the waiter who brought them their orders. “He'll come around after his anger is all burned out.”
“I'm not exactly the kind of guy who goes around giving others space. You know that. What about what I want? Why do I have to wait until he's done throwing his fit? Why can't we deal with it my way?”
“I don't think Romano would appreciate the broken furniture and cracked ribs.”
Prussia stabbed his sausage with his fork. “At least my way would clear the atmosphere. I'm sick of him getting angry at me and not telling me why. Why doesn't he just fucking tell me what's bugging him?”
Spain looked at him for a moment before reaching for his juice. “Say, what it is that you want from Romano?”
“Huh, what do you mean?”
“You two were never very close, but now you both suddenly want to talk about each other today. What's up?”
“That's just it! I don't know! I guess I would kind of like to ask him out or something, but I'm tired of him first being nice to me and then treating me like shit. I honestly can't say if he's interested or if he hasn't got any taste.”
“I don't think he'd be so upset if he wasn't interested. That's probably why he gets so angry in the first place. He doesn't know how to deal with it, and it frustrates him. You should have seen him when he developed his first crush. There was this girl in the village near my house, and for two weeks Romano would just glare at her when she came to get water from the well,” Spain smiled at his plate as he paused to think. “Then one day he finally got the courage to go and talk to her, and he was really sweet and offered to carry her water for her, but then he fell over – he was really clumsy back then, see – and not only did he pour the water all over the road but he broke the vase, too. He was so embarrassed that he ran away crying and just left her there.”
“Wow... And how come you know so much?”
“I was following them and saw the whole thing.”
“What?”
“He was my little boy. I wanted to cheer him on.”
“Sounds like you did a shitty job.”
“Maybe, but that's not the point I was trying to make with that story.”
“Then what's the point? I'm starting to think Romano learned this stupid behaviour from you since you can't seem to just say what you think either.”
“What I'm trying to say is that when you put Romano into a situation in which he feels vulnerable, he lashes out. I know how to deal with him when he's like that, and so does Italy. The problem is that you're one of the least patient and most selfish people I've ever met, so you and Romano are –”
“What, hopeless?” Prussia asked. No way. He was the perfect match with anyone!
“Going to have to work a little. You have to find some middle ground because even if Romano's way of dealing with his problems isn't very good, neither is yours,” Spain finished.
“What problems? I don't have any problems!”
“Well, if you say that.”
Spain turned his attention back to his food, and Prussia couldn't tell if he was just being air-headed like usual or if silence was his way of underlining his point. Either way, this conversation hadn't gone like he had wanted. He had been hoping that Spain would give him some key to cracking the code that was Romano, but it looked like he would have to do it himself after all.
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 13f/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-08 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)“I need you to do a favour for me,” he said.
“What is it?”
“I'm going to skip the meeting with Romano. Give West some really good excuse for us so that he doesn't pop a vein.”
“Sure, I'll do that. But you're going to have to promise something to me, too.”
“Yeah, what?”
“Romano is still my little boy. If you pull any of your usual stunts with him, Germany is going to have to learn to represent the country alone again, okay?”
“Uh, sure.”
“Great!” Spain gave him the thumbs up and a smile. “Then good luck!”
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 13f/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-08 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)I - I don't even know where to begin. I just - I just can't. A!Anon, I just cannot. Anymore. No more canning.
This is hands down the best Romano I have ever read and - I'm bookmarking this fill forever so that I can come back to it to reacquaint myself time and again with this Romano. (I have a lot of trouble writing Romano personally) I am also bookmarking it for a number of other reasons, such as it being also hands down the best Prussia I've ever read. And this is the best PruAus interaction, and the best Prumano interaction, and the best GerPru interaction and Spain and France and Belgium and Netherlands and oh - oh gosh, these characters. Your characters are so splendidly fleshed out and brilliantly technicolour IMAX 3D that I just askjdhaskdjhasd. I just can't. (See? No more canning.)
And there's little moments of poignancy sprinkled out here and there that - oh gosh, the entire readthrough I had this awful pain in the middle of my chest and it dawned on me at the end that you only made my heart bleed, totes nbd or anything. Author!anon you're playing this up so brilliantly that when these two lonely souls finally come together it's probably going to make me cry.
tl;dr: this fill. It's amazing. I'm stalking it forever.
(ps best of luck with your thesis <3)
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 13f/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-09 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 13f/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-09 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)Protective Spain makes me happy too.
The Return of OP!
(Anonymous) 2012-05-12 09:50 am (UTC)(link)But! This fill is so awesome it never fails to cheer me up!
First of all, I love how this part has people pointing out that Prussia himself isn't the easiest. Part of the reason why any interaction with Romano is so frustrating is because we're seeing it from Prussia's POV (your Prussia POV is incredible, btw, funny like he's supposed to be, and at the same time with its serious moments, and yet never OOC. How do you this? How? He's so hard to write for me). Prussia really is bad at reading other people, and therefore you never really know what's going on in Romano's brain unless you stop and try to examine the thing from the outside, at which point you want to slap your forehead and go "Prussia, you idiot!". Then again, Romano sucks at simply saying what's on his brain, and....ahaaaah, frustration.
I also love the easy-going way in which everybody interacts with everybody else - you really give the feeling of a network of friends, in which everybody knows each other and while they argue, they're also willing to help each other.
And I love how you're making this significant. The characters aren't just getting together, they're actually getting to know each other and growing up. Prussia/Romano is always a bit complicated to write as an happy couple, because if they want to get in a happy relationship, they will have to get rid of some of their personal issues first (Romano's failures at communication, Prussia's huge ego) so the fact that you're addressing this makes the story much more complex, like a journey inside the characters' reasoning and motivations.
I really liked, for example, the part in which Prussia sees sleeping Italy and doesn't even notice he's naked, but instead his mind goes straight to Romano and the fact that he sleeps the same way - a subtle way to show that, no matter what he says, he's hooked.
So! This is awesome, you should feel awesome. OP out!
(Don't worry if I disappear again, you won't get rid of me easily<3)