Germany paused by the door, turning back to watch him with that hated stoic expression. There was a long, awkward pause before he spoke, gruff and stilted as always. "Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah." Romano didn't want to look at him. "You go down. My brother probably wants to know all about it." There was a bit too much venom in that statement, but Romano didn't care much.
Germany winced, and strangely that made him feel a little better. "Right. You..." He looked like he was struggling over something. "You don't think he will be upset, do you?"
Romano's eyes narrowed. "No. Why would he be?"
Germany shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. Sometimes he gets... strange about things. I don't know why. I've told him that I'm his friend and that I won't forget him, but... What's wrong?"
Romano stared at the other nation in horror. Oh God. Oh God. Did he- Could Germany honestly be that dense? Could- No. No, this couldn't be happening. Romano would have noticed, right? The German bastard was an idiot, he probably wouldn't get it, but Romano would have noticed if his own little brother-
He hated Germany. The thought was an ice-cold trickle on the flames of chaos in his mind. He hated Germany. And now he finally got why.
Oh God.
Three seconds later, he was on his feet and flinging a flower pot at Germany. It shattered right next to his head. His alarm clock followed, hitting the bastard over the shoulder, probably out of sheer luck. He looked around wildly for something else to throw, as Germany stared at him as if he'd gone mad. "What are you-"
"Get out!" Romano screeched, so angry that it was barely words leaving him. "Get out and don't you ever dare show your face here again! You hear me, you idiot? Get-" his wallet went flying "- the fuck" a pillow "-out!" And that was a part of the demolished bedside table, for good measure. Germany gave him a last wild-eyed look, before turning around and fleeing, but Romano felt no triumph at all. He sat back on the bed, letting out a small whimper at the pain, and then buried his face in his hands.
What had he done? What had he done? Shit shit shit. He'd spent a whole life, thousands of years, wanting nothing more than to just for once, just one single time, be the one who had something that Veneziano wanted, not the other way around...
...and it didn't feel good at all now that he finally got it.
***
I AM SO SORRY D: I am the most terrible person on earth, I swear. So yeah, in case you were wondering, neither Germany nor Romano had any idea. Because as OP so elegantly pointed out, Germany can't feelings his way out of a paper bag, and Romano has this lovely little habit of translating everything he doesn't like into negative feelings and not thinking about it too much >_>
SO YEAH, this was horrible. Clearly, I am just going to have to write more smut to make up for it. But at least the smut tour has now passed spanking/discipline with some added rimming as a bonus. WOO.
...Now, I shall sit here and come up with someone else for Romano to get ravaged by to mend my heart.
I love that it was so spontaneous. I love fastidious!wetwipe-carrying!Germany.
And clearly the only way to make up for it is for Romano to give Veneziano a nice long blowjob XD
but seriously I really hope Romano and Veneziano talk about this and make it better, because there shouldn't be bad feelings between brothers over a dense German.
I wonder if Germany will get it if he goes downstairs and sees upset!Italy getting cuddled by Spain. Or OR what if Spain displaces his jealousy at Romano having sex with everybody and takes it out on Germany for hurting Italy?
Oh man what if Romano goes down and tries to comfort Veneziano and is all I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't know I would never have if I'd known and Spain is there wishing Romano was saying that to him
Please update soon, authornon, the suspense is killing me!
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Do unto others 7c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-11 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)"Yeah." Romano didn't want to look at him. "You go down. My brother probably wants to know all about it." There was a bit too much venom in that statement, but Romano didn't care much.
Germany winced, and strangely that made him feel a little better. "Right. You..." He looked like he was struggling over something. "You don't think he will be upset, do you?"
Romano's eyes narrowed. "No. Why would he be?"
Germany shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. Sometimes he gets... strange about things. I don't know why. I've told him that I'm his friend and that I won't forget him, but... What's wrong?"
Romano stared at the other nation in horror. Oh God. Oh God. Did he- Could Germany honestly be that dense? Could- No. No, this couldn't be happening. Romano would have noticed, right? The German bastard was an idiot, he probably wouldn't get it, but Romano would have noticed if his own little brother-
He hated Germany. The thought was an ice-cold trickle on the flames of chaos in his mind. He hated Germany. And now he finally got why.
Oh God.
Three seconds later, he was on his feet and flinging a flower pot at Germany. It shattered right next to his head. His alarm clock followed, hitting the bastard over the shoulder, probably out of sheer luck. He looked around wildly for something else to throw, as Germany stared at him as if he'd gone mad. "What are you-"
"Get out!" Romano screeched, so angry that it was barely words leaving him. "Get out and don't you ever dare show your face here again! You hear me, you idiot? Get-" his wallet went flying "- the fuck" a pillow "-out!" And that was a part of the demolished bedside table, for good measure. Germany gave him a last wild-eyed look, before turning around and fleeing, but Romano felt no triumph at all. He sat back on the bed, letting out a small whimper at the pain, and then buried his face in his hands.
What had he done? What had he done? Shit shit shit. He'd spent a whole life, thousands of years, wanting nothing more than to just for once, just one single time, be the one who had something that Veneziano wanted, not the other way around...
...and it didn't feel good at all now that he finally got it.
***
I AM SO SORRY D: I am the most terrible person on earth, I swear. So yeah, in case you were wondering, neither Germany nor Romano had any idea. Because as OP so elegantly pointed out, Germany can't feelings his way out of a paper bag, and Romano has this lovely little habit of translating everything he doesn't like into negative feelings and not thinking about it too much >_>
SO YEAH, this was horrible. Clearly, I am just going to have to write more smut to make up for it. But at least the smut tour has now passed spanking/discipline with some added rimming as a bonus. WOO.
...Now, I shall sit here and come up with someone else for Romano to get ravaged by to mend my heart.
Re: Do unto others 7c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-11 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)I love that it was so spontaneous. I love fastidious!wetwipe-carrying!Germany.
And clearly the only way to make up for it is for Romano to give Veneziano a nice long blowjob XD
but seriously I really hope Romano and Veneziano talk about this and make it better, because there shouldn't be bad feelings between brothers over a dense German.
Re: Do unto others 7c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-12 12:09 am (UTC)(link)Whatever happens, I'll be reading!
Re: Do unto others 7c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-12 02:41 am (UTC)(link)Re: Do unto others 7c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-12 10:22 am (UTC)(link)Please update soon, authornon, the suspense is killing me!