I feel bad that I’ve been taking so long to start this, so I’m going to post this small part that I technically shouldn’t have been working on. -_-; But I’m getting so frustrated with exam week and all the things I have to finish that I just want to take a break and throw this out there. After this intro there’s going to be a sequence of past memories, but then the majority of the rest of the fic will take place in the present. Feedback is so very much appreciated! OP, I hope this story will end up pleasing you <3
It had been a long flight. Romano’s eyelids fluttered as he stared out the window of the taxi cab speeding through New York City. Everything was a blur of multi-colored lights against a black sky. New York was a fun city to visit, even when the nations had a conference to attend like this week, but not with jet lag. Romano really just wanted to close his eyes and sleep for a long time, but someone had to stay awake to pay the taxi driver when he stopped, and Veneziano was already slumped against his brother and out cold.
A soft beep sounded, and it took a moment for Romano to recognize it as his phone. The screen was lit as he pulled it out of his pocket, and Romano read the name on the new text message.
Spain.
Romano glanced to the side to make sure that Veneziano was still sleeping and then pressed ‘Read Now’.
Romano!!! I’m at the hotel! :D When are you going to get here? We have a really big room!
Romano’s stomach twisted uncomfortably. Spain had insisted on sharing a room with him because they hadn’t seen each other in a while. Veneziano had been completely fine with it. Excited even. He arranged to share a room with Germany as soon as Romano had grudgingly given his consent.
It made Romano uneasy, knowing they would share a room. He had his suspicions about Germany. The way he looked at Veneziano was unnatural. And Veneziano was too fucking affectionate, and Romano just knew Germany took advantage of that. It made his blood boil to think that while Veneziano considered Germany a true friend that he could give friendly hugs and friendly kisses to, Germany was groping him and undoubtedly picturing him in every one of his sick, perverted German fantasies.
Romano clenched his teeth and his phone shook in his hands. He hated Germany. He fucking hated him.
Another soft beep sounded. Romano glared at the screen, and pressed ‘Read Now’ with more force than necessary.
Romano? Are you there? :(
Romano slid his keyboard out and his fingers flew over the keys.
Yes, I’m here, you idiot. And we’ll be at the hotel in like 10 minutes, so stop texting me!
He received a reply within seconds.
I’m so excited to see you!!!
Romano’s face grew hot, and he let his cheek rest against the icy window to cool it off. Spain was just like Veneziano—too fucking affectionate. He just didn’t seem to understand that guys weren’t supposed to talk to each other like that. Sometimes the things he said were so… so…
So gay.
If Romano didn’t know for a fact that Spain was completely straight, he would really have his suspicions. The constant hugs, the obsession with everything adorable, the joking proposals of marriage, the general flamboyancy of the man, it was all too much. Then again, Germany was everything a straight man was supposed to be, and Romano definitely knew that he was gay. For his brother.
That bastard.
Romano only hated Germany all the more when the taxi cab slowed to a stop in front of the hotel. He was waiting outside with Spain, the two in terrible contrast with one another. Spain was bouncing up and down on his heels, wearing an outrageous smile on his stupid face while Germany stood rigidly, his face composed and devoid of any emotion. Romano tried to shake Veneziano awake, but the idiot’s face didn’t even twitch.
“Hey, loser,” Romano said, shaking his brother’s shoulder with a little more force. “Come on and wake up. We’re here.” Damn it, Germany and Spain were both approaching the taxi now. “Veneziano! Wake up!”
Untitled 1a/?
It had been a long flight. Romano’s eyelids fluttered as he stared out the window of the taxi cab speeding through New York City. Everything was a blur of multi-colored lights against a black sky. New York was a fun city to visit, even when the nations had a conference to attend like this week, but not with jet lag. Romano really just wanted to close his eyes and sleep for a long time, but someone had to stay awake to pay the taxi driver when he stopped, and Veneziano was already slumped against his brother and out cold.
A soft beep sounded, and it took a moment for Romano to recognize it as his phone. The screen was lit as he pulled it out of his pocket, and Romano read the name on the new text message.
Spain.
Romano glanced to the side to make sure that Veneziano was still sleeping and then pressed ‘Read Now’.
Romano!!! I’m at the hotel! :D When are you going to get here? We have a really big room!
Romano’s stomach twisted uncomfortably. Spain had insisted on sharing a room with him because they hadn’t seen each other in a while. Veneziano had been completely fine with it. Excited even. He arranged to share a room with Germany as soon as Romano had grudgingly given his consent.
It made Romano uneasy, knowing they would share a room. He had his suspicions about Germany. The way he looked at Veneziano was unnatural. And Veneziano was too fucking affectionate, and Romano just knew Germany took advantage of that. It made his blood boil to think that while Veneziano considered Germany a true friend that he could give friendly hugs and friendly kisses to, Germany was groping him and undoubtedly picturing him in every one of his sick, perverted German fantasies.
Romano clenched his teeth and his phone shook in his hands. He hated Germany. He fucking hated him.
Another soft beep sounded. Romano glared at the screen, and pressed ‘Read Now’ with more force than necessary.
Romano? Are you there? :(
Romano slid his keyboard out and his fingers flew over the keys.
Yes, I’m here, you idiot. And we’ll be at the hotel in like 10 minutes, so stop texting me!
He received a reply within seconds.
I’m so excited to see you!!!
Romano’s face grew hot, and he let his cheek rest against the icy window to cool it off. Spain was just like Veneziano—too fucking affectionate. He just didn’t seem to understand that guys weren’t supposed to talk to each other like that. Sometimes the things he said were so… so…
So gay.
If Romano didn’t know for a fact that Spain was completely straight, he would really have his suspicions. The constant hugs, the obsession with everything adorable, the joking proposals of marriage, the general flamboyancy of the man, it was all too much. Then again, Germany was everything a straight man was supposed to be, and Romano definitely knew that he was gay. For his brother.
That bastard.
Romano only hated Germany all the more when the taxi cab slowed to a stop in front of the hotel. He was waiting outside with Spain, the two in terrible contrast with one another. Spain was bouncing up and down on his heels, wearing an outrageous smile on his stupid face while Germany stood rigidly, his face composed and devoid of any emotion. Romano tried to shake Veneziano awake, but the idiot’s face didn’t even twitch.
“Hey, loser,” Romano said, shaking his brother’s shoulder with a little more force. “Come on and wake up. We’re here.” Damn it, Germany and Spain were both approaching the taxi now. “Veneziano! Wake up!”