APH KINK MEME FILLS PART 2
SHOW SOME LEG
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11411.html?thread=23547539#t23547539
Word limit: 4300
A/N: I wanted to use their ''human names'' but damn it. I realized that Seychelles doesn't HAVE a given human name yet. Plus I couldn't find any fan names and I suck at making names. So... I just looked up french names. Well, she was raised by Francis, right? So I guess she would have a french name? I decided to go Fleurette (Little Flower)... Don't shoot me. T_T
"Aiya, where on earth is that idiot," Yao grumbled, tapping his foot impatiently. It was getting hot, his bags were starting to irritate him and he has been waiting at the entrance of the airport for more than half an hour already. Yung Soo was supposed to pick him up and drive him to the meeting. He had bothered him for hours anyway! The nerve for him to bother him for hours about it and -not even come pick him up-.
"Oi! Yao, is that you?"
Yao saw Gilbert with his simple, black backpack and Gilbird perched on his head came over while dragging along Romano by his arm, who was swearing at him while lugging around a huge and heavy looking suitcase.
Yao twitched. He didn't want to deal with Gilbert since he was obnoxiously noisy and arrogant. Plus Romano could get really irritating when he was hungry and he was stubborn as well... But they already saw him, so he couldn't sneak away.
"Hello Gilbert, Romano," Yao mumbled in response.
Gilbert snickered and roughly pat Yao's back. "So nice to see someone's glad to see me."
Romano scowled and tried to kick Gilbert's shin, but failed since his suitcase threw him off balance so he stumbled. "Shut the hell up, damn it! You're so irritating!"
"So is someone supposed to pick you guys up," Yao asked, trying to push down his irritation.
Romano huffed. "Antonio was supposed to pick me up, damn it. That idiot probably forgot..."
"Meh, West was supposed to pick me up. He won't answer his cell though," Gilbert answered while gazing at the crowd surrounding them trying to find anymore familiar faces. Even Gilbird puffed his chest a bit and began to search as well.
"Yung Soo was supposed to come by, but he's really late, aru..."
The three just waited around for a few more minutes in an uncomfortable silence. They have never really talked with each other before...
Romano felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Er, Feliciano, is that you?"
It was Fleurette.
Romano twitched. He despised getting mistaken for his brother. But it was harder for him to snap at girls, so his tone wasn't angry and loud as usual, but just a little irritated. "That's my stupid little brother. I'm Romano."
"Whoops! Sorry about that," Fleurette smiled sheepishly. "Ah, by the way, have any of you seen Francis? My bag got misplaced, so it took me a while to get out of that stupid airport. I hope I didn't miss him..."
"I didn't see him, luckily," Yao said while glancing at the road, hoping he didn't jinx himself. The last thing he wanted to do was end up in Francis' car.
Fleurette pouted. "Aw, he's probably just hitting on a bunch of girls somewhere anyway."
Gilbert snickered at the comment about his friend. "That sounds just about right." Gilbird chirped in agreement.
"Maybe that spanish bastard is with him as well," Romano scowled, gripping his suitcase handle harder. "I hope they both choke on their food, damn it..."
"Those two better not have done that without inviting me. I'm the sexiest of the three of use anyway," Gilbert laughed and ended with a wink.
Fleurette snickered as she tried to stop herself from laughing aloud while Romano and Yao rolled their eyes.
Yao checked his watch and sighed. It was an hour past the time Yung Soo was supposed to come by. Romano checked his own watch and growled with frustration.
"Aiya, when I get my hands on Yung Soo, I'm going to strangle him..."
"Man, West is takin' foreeever... Plus Gilbird is gonna get hungry and I didn't bring anything to eat."
"Pip pip..."
"I hope Francis actually didn't forget about me... It's already bad enough that most people in the world don't even know I exist... I don't need to have other nations start forgetting who I am..."
"That's it. I'm getting hungry and I'm sick of waiting for that damn bastard to pick me up. Be back in a minute..."
Romano stormed away from the group.
Fleurette looked worried. "I don't know if he should just wander away like that..."
Gilbert grinned. "He'll be fine. He's probably just going to go and eat a bunch of crap anyway. Those Italy brothers are freaking black holes. It's amazing that they stay so cute and aren't obese..."
"I hope we don't have to find him if Antonio actually comes, aru..."
To the three nations' surprise, Romano returned in only about 7 minutes with a satisfied look on his face.
"I got us a car. So, do you guys want to wait for your idiot friends or do want to carpool?" Romano motioned his head towards a black sedan parked on the side of the road.
"Screw West, I've been waiting forever. Count me in," Gilbert said, already heading towards the car with Gilbird chirping cheerfully.
"Aiya, I've waited long enough for Yung Soo! I can't take it anymore! I'll go."
Fleurette laughed nervously. "I guess I have no choice. I'm not about to wait here by myself while you guys get to finally get outta here."
So the four nations tossed their bags into the trunk and got in. Romano was driving with Yao in the front while Fleurette and Gilbert were in the back. It took some arguing and force to make Gilbert sit in the back though.
They were now finally on the road. Yao checked the map he printed earlier and noted that they'd have to spend most of the ride on the freeway and that it'd take about an hour.
During 25 minutes, they argued on what radio station to listen to so they ended up turning it off. Also, Gilbert got bored and started singing '100 bottles of beer on the wall' and eventually Fleurette joined, so Yao screamed at them once they reached 80 bottles, which resulted in Romano screaming at all of them to shut up and almost caused them to crash when Romano took his eyes off the road.
But besides that incident, everything was just fine. They spent the next 5 minutes silent until Fleurette spoke up. She hated the awkward silence, especially with no music in the background.
"Hey, how did you get this car anyway," she asked.
"I borrowed it."
"You rented it?"
"No, I borrowed it."
Gilbert peeked around the front seats, noticed something and burst out laughing. "You hotwired the car! There's no key! Didn't you know you had it in you!"
"Aiya! You're going to get us arrested!"
"It's a shitty car anyway and there wasn't any belongings in this car, so it'll be fine."
"DON'T JUST SAY THAT! You can't just say things like that like it's going to be alright!"
"Just shut up and let me drive, it'll be fine," Romano growled and clutched the wheel tighter. "Or you can just walk."
"If we get caught driving a stolen car-- Why are you slowing down!?"
Romano slammed his fist on the dashboard. "I'm not slowing down on purpose! This damn thing is breaking down or something!"
He steered the car to the side of the road since the car's speed was rapidly dropping no matter what he did.
When they reached the side of the road, the car died.
Fleurette fidgeted in her seat. "... Uhhh, so what now?"
Gilbert seemed completely unfazed by the situation. "I'm sure Romano will be able to do something-"
However, said person had gotten out of the car and began to kick the side of the car while swearing loudly. "Work you fucking car! God damn it! This is probably that damn Anonio's fault and my stupid brother fault and that fucking potato bastard's fault! DAMN IT!"
"Never mind. We're screwed."
"... But why is he blaming other people for this?"
Yao slumped in his seat and with his hands over his face. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening, everyone is insane, I don't know how this could get any worse..."
Gilbert pouted and kicked Yao's seat. "Don't have a heartattack, gramps."
"Just shut up, aru!"
They decided to just wait until Romano calmed down, or until his feet hurt too much for him to kick the car, and stopped abusing the poor thing. But Gilbert and Yao had to go out and hold him back when he was about the start headbutting the car instead. Fleurette decided to stay inside since she didn't want get torn apart by the rampaging italian.
"You're supposed to help fix the damn thing, not give your self a concussion," Gilbert fumed while he and Yao tried to pull him away from the car. "Try using that head of yours to think!"
"Just wait you bastards. After the meeting, I'll-"
Gilbert scoffed. "What? You'll slap me in the face with a face mustache and throw tomatoes at my house?"
"I'LL SEND THE GODDAMN MAFIA AFTER YOU OR SOMETHING!"
He cringed in pain when Romano roughly elbowed his side and headbutted his chin and almost escaped. The headbutt caused Gilbird, who was perched on his head the entire time, to fall off. He wasn't hurt, but angrily waddled towards the car and flew up to perch on the top. Gilbert scowled and wondered why the hell this bastard was that strong when all he did was eat tons of pasta, tomatoes and lay around almost all day.
Yao yelped as he barely managed to avoid getting punched in the face as he barely held Romano's other arm down. "Stop acting so immature, aru! If you calm down and try to do something with this car, we can keep going!"
"I know that, damn it! Just fucking let me go so I can try fix it!"
The two warily let go, both ready to block an attack to more... sensitive areas. Romano scowled and went and ripped open the hood of the car and checked the wires, engine and battery, occasionally lightly yanking on a wire. He mumbled various curses and insults in both English and Italian, but luckily didn't look like he was going to try kill anyone anymore.
Yao and Gilbert looked over his shoulder as he worked. Even Fleurette dared to go out of the car and Gilbird stopped sulking and flew over to perch on Gilbert's head to watch Romano with curiosity.
After 5 minutes Romano let out an aggravated sigh.
"Is everything alright," Fleurette asked, taking a cautious step back.
"... I'm hungry."
Yao grabbed the front of Romano's shirt and shook and his voice started to become a bit hysterical. "That doesn't have anything to do with this!"
Romano slapped the other's hands away. "I can't work when I'm hungry, damn it! Plus when I get angry, I get hungry, so it's not my fault, damn it!"
Gilbert resisted the urge to choke him. "But you're the one that decide to completely lose it!"
"It's your fucking fault somehow!"
"What!? I-"
Fleurette stomped her foot and shouted at the others. "GUYS, CUT IT OUT!" Fleurette flinched when the others turned to face her, still looking irritated.
"L-Look, this road still has a lot of cars coming by. We can try to hitchhike instead."
"That could work actually," Yao said as he turned to look at the various cars going past. There weren't a lot of cars, but there seemed to be at least 3 cars every 2 minutes.
Romano huffed. "Fine." He stomped over to the side of the road and stuck his arm out and his thumb up unenthusiastically.
When a car simply zoomed past without even slowing down, Romano screamed angrily at the driver and almost ran after but Gilbert held him back again.
"No one's going to pick you up if you look pissed off!" Gilbert paused and stared at Romano a bit.
"W-What the hell are you looking at?"
"... You actually look pretty cute, you just need to put on a biiiiiiiiig happy smile and get rid of that stupid scowl," he grinned as he poked the other's reddening cheek. That resulted with him getting headbutted in the stomach.
"Sh-shit, shouldn't that be seen as a complement!?"
"That didn't seem like a compliment at all," Yao muttered.
"I'm not like my brother, damn it! You fucking try then!"
Romano shoved Gilbert towards the road and he stomped back to the car and leaned against the side.
"Kesesese, watch and learn!"
Gilbert was more enthusiastic than Romano had been with his confident stance and awesome grin. Gilbird puffed his chest and tried to look cooler. But after the 5th car passed, their confident stance faltered and he sighed and made his way back to the car.
"I knew it! You couldn't get anyone either," Romano snickered.
"The people here are just too lame to realize how awesome I am," Gilbert bitterly mumbled.
"Well, you looked a bit suspicious in my opinion, aru..."
"Yeah. I'd probably try to run you over instead," Romano said, snickering. "Your turn, Yao."
"I refuse."
"What? Pitch in and help, damn it!"
"If you two failed, why should it work if I tried?"
Gilbert walked up to Yao and stared at him. "Hmm, well you kinda look like a cute chick, so- GEH!"
Yao kicked him in the same place Romano had headbutted him earlier. As he leaned against the car while cursing and clutching his stomach, Yao walked over to the side of the road. Gilbird tweeted anxiously and hopped off his owner's head and back on the top of the car. It was just one of those days where it wasn't safe to be perched on his head.
He wasn't as enthusiastic as Gilbert, but he wasn't as unenthusiastic as Romano. A few cars slowed down a little as they passed, but none stopped. After the 5th car passed by, he sighed and put his arm back down and turned to face the others.
"Aiya, it doesn't look like this is going to work-"
Fleurette sighed and sulked. By the looks of it, it really looked like they were going to have to walk to the meeting or find a bus stop.
Gilbert suddenly rose out of his pained kneeled over pose, which startled Romano and Fleurette, and dashed next to Yao.
"What are you-"
"I have an idea!"
"Aiya, what are you going to-- WHY ARE YOU TAKING OFF YOUR SHIRT!?"
Yao screeched as he tried to stop Gilbert's stripping and yank down his shirt.
Gilbert struggled and tried to push the other back. "Wait, wait, wait, all we need is some sex appeal-"
"You'll just make things worse!"
Romano rolled his eyes as the cars passing by sped up at the sight of the two fighting. "That bastard is ruining the plan. We'll be here forever."
"But it's good that he's trying, right," Fleurette remarked, giggling when Gilbert started swearing when the fighting cause his shirt to tear a bit.
"He'd be more helpful if he was shoved into the trunk," Romano stated dryly as he watched the fight slowly get more serious.
Even he thought Yao acted like a strange, old fart and that Gilbert could piss him off more than Ludwig and Alfred, he was surprised and slightly impressed to see the two fight. Gilbert had already gotten elbowed by him and kicked Yao easily today, but now he was swiftly dodging and blocking all of Yao's attacks. Plus Yao wasn't screeching like a enraged parrot while kicking blindly. He was silent and concentrated, trying hit Gilbert.
He almost wanted to rethink a few of the things he had thought about those two...
In the middle of fighting, Gilbert suddenly paused and looked at Fleurette with a wolfish grin on his face which cause both Romano and Fleurette to jolt.
"I have an awesome idea! Come over here for a second Fleur-" He was cut off when Yao kicked him rather hard on his back. "Oi, lay off for a minute, gramps! Can't you see I'm trying to do something?"
Yao huffed. "You let down your guard, aru."
"Well, it's a tie-"
"But I hit you-"
"-so fight's over." He completely ignored Yao's other objections and impatiently motioned over Fleurette.
Romano pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He took back what he thought when the two were fighting.
She sighed and reluctantly went over. She had a bad feeling about this. The same bad feeling she gets when Francis is prowling about.
Yao was about to walk back towards the car, but Gilbert grabbed his arm and Fleurette's and pulled them closer.
"Okay, so here's the plan..."
...
"Come on, give it a shot, Fleur," Gilbert cheered while sitting on the hood of the car with Gilbird chirping and bouncing excitedly on his head. "Show some leg! Strike a sexy pose! Maybe show some cleava-"
"I can't do that," Fleurette screamed back with her hands nervously fiddling with the front of her muumuu dress Gilbert forced her to change into several minutes ago. She was going to wear it when she went to the meeting with Francis. Of course she couldn't bring herself to do those things to get a ride! Plus, if it did work, they'd probably get picked up by some pervert or pedophile. But since she was the only one with a dress on and the only female, Gilbert thought it'd be the 'awesomest' idea for her to take advantage of that and 'show some leg'.
Romano, who was now sitting on the ground and leaning back against the side of the car, scowled and glared at Gilbert, who was starting to try encourage the girl by wolf-whistling. "You're acting like a damn, creepy old man."
"Nah, that's Yao."
Romano looked around. "Anyway, what the hell did you do with him? You grabbed a bag out of trunk and dragged him past the fucking bushes and trees behind us while he was screaming. I'm surprised no one called the police, damn it!"
Gilbert smirked in response. "You'll see. He's the backup, remember? Gotta wait til the time is right."
"Of course I don't remember! You were planning those two without including me, you basta- Wait, backup...?"
Gilbert laughed as Romano's expression slowly went from confused to horrified as he began to realize what that meant.
"Y-You can't be serious," he stuttered. "There is no fucking way-- would he even-- ARE YOU INSANE!?"
"You just WISH you could've thought of such a awesome idea," Gilbert huffed and then he turned to look at Fleurette, who was still frozen to the stop and looking down while nervously wringing her hands together. "Just show some leg once! Come on!"
Fleurette, still looking downwards, stiffly moved on foot an inch in front of the other, tightly gripped the front of her dress and lifted it up only a centimeter. After one car drove past, she turned around and dashed towards Gilbert, despite his objections.
With one arm flailing and the other jabbing Gilbert's chest and her tanned cheeks red with embarrassment, Fleurette complained. "I can't do this! I don't care if we're stuck and have to walk the rest of the way! I can't do this! It's way too embarrassing!"
Gilbert sighed and lightly and quickly pat the top of her head a few times. "Er, no problem. Sorry." He wasn't used to apologizing at all, so his tone was a bit awkward and almost sounded like he was asking rather than stating something. He mentally cursed himself for sounding so uncool and blamed Ludwig for occasionally having a soft spot for kids. "We'll just go with plan B, 'kay?"
Fleurette pouted and crossed her arms. "But I really don't think Yao is going to do this. I mean, come on!"
Gilbert pointed at a bundle laying on the back seat in the car and grinned. "I don't think he has a choice."
Romano got up and looked at the bundle through the window. "... You took his fucking clothes."
"W-Woah, does that mean he's just sitting in some bushes naked or something!?"
"Pffft, no. He has his weird as hell panda and heart boxers on and a dress to wear."
Fleurette tilted her head slightly. "I didn't even know there were boxers like th-- WAIT, THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" She pointed at Yao's clothes in the car. "You should give it back! You shouldn't force him! We can try walk or find a bus stop!"
"Or Potato Bastard Number Two can jump in front of a car and slow it down by getting his fat ass run over and we can make the fucking driver help us out," Romano snapped. Being hungry made him angry and being angry made him hungry, so he really couldn't control himself.
Fleurette sighed. Why can't any of them just get along for a few minutes?
Gilbert slid off the hood of the car and went right up to Romano. "I'm not fat, you little prick!" He jabbed the other's forehead roughly. "It's muscle! If anything, you should do it! You should be the fattest with all the damn pasta you shove in your mouth!" Gilbird pipped angrily with him and flapped his little wings.
Romano scowled and glared. "It's not as bad as all the shitty wrust you eat and the crappy beer you drink!"
"You're such a spoiled brat," Gilbert snapped and he grabbed and yanked Romano's stray curl of hair. He wasn't really sure on what it did, but Ludwig did say that Feliciano would fall quiet when he gripped his curl.
Romano gasped on the first yank and tightly grabbed onto his arm and made a strange, strained squeal when he yanked again.
Gilbert was surprised and interested at the reactions he was getting. It didn't look like it was hurting him and he wondered how a tiny curl of hair could affect the Italy brothers so much. "Man, what the hell is this thing," he asked and gave it another experimental tug but only got another cry in response.
"Chigiiii~! Y-You bastard! It's my... my... L-LOOK, JUST LET GO!" It was hard for him to be demanding when he was red as Antonio's tomatoes, stuttering and pitifully clinging onto Gilbert's arm. He had always wished he could just get rid of the damn thing, but when he tried to cut it, he felt sick until it popped back up after a week.
"Like hell I am," Gilbert said, as his grin grew. "This is fun and I finally managed to shut you up!"
"YOU BAST- ah! Wai- ngh! D-damn it!" Romano gasped and continued to stutter when Gilbert continued to tug.
Fleurette sighed as the Gilbert continued to harass Romano and got Yao's clothes out of the car while the other two were distracted. She
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LET'S LOOK FOR IT TOGETHER
A/N: For the Italy brothers, I want to use their human names to differentiate them from one another instead of saying S. Italy and Italy. *shrugs* I blame the (cute) fill with Romano getting frustrated that he's called by his human name or S. Italy while his brother is called Italy. xD; Hope that doesn't irritate people...
Also sorry if this starts off slow. :c I didn't want to start with them just at a bookstore or library, so I tried to make an event before but it became MUCH longer than I wanted it to...
It seems like yet another world meeting would fail to bring about progress or results... France and England were snapping and throwing insults at one another and completely ignoring everybody around them. Prussia and Denmark had ran out earlier, both hollering something about vital regions and beer, with an enraged Hungary and an irritated Norway in hot pursuit. For reasons unknown, Spain ran after them, laughing. Romano ran after him, swearing loudly to the point where Sealand, Seychelles and Liechtenstein had to have their ears covered by nearby nations, despite confusion from the two female nations and blatant opposition from Sealand. The few nations who were actually trying to get work done slowly switched from trying to speak over the interruptions to yelling at those getting out of order, which didn't help at all with the noise.
For some reason, one of the most boisterous nations hadn't purposely stepped up and added to all the chaos. Throughout almost the entire meeting, America was busy reenacting the infamous Christmas party, the one where everybody got horribly drunk, with his pens. He wasn't even screaming quotes or songs from the party or making obnoxiously loud sound effects. He was actually reenacting the party for Feliciano, who was seated next to him. Sure, America narrated in his usual loud voice for Italy and they both had fits of snickers and laughter every now and then, but they were pretty much completely oblivious of everybody around them and didn't try to ruffle the feathers of the nations nearby.
The meeting, which had completely veered off topic within an hour, was called off by an extremely irritated Germany after he barely managed to pull apart England and France before they started throwing punches. Most of the nations began to collect up their files, or what remained of them anyway, and stalked out of the meeting room, grumbling while some walked out arguing and others walked out snickering over what hijinks they caused.
Feliciano and America didn't notice the meeting had ended since they were still engrossed in America's retelling of the part and were currently trying to reenact the part where Prussia and England did the cancan on the couch, singing that weird song England wrote about fish and chips, unicorns and other mythical creatures.
America held one pen upright while Feliciano held another.
"So Prussia and England became stinking drunk like the rest of them, right? Well, England started singing and kinda twirled and stumbled around."
America swirled his pen around and slowly moved it towards his pile of files (which represented the couch) while snickering at the memory while Feliciano giggled.
"Is this the part where England tore off his clothes," Italy asked, eyes on the pen in America's hand with an amused look.
America shook his head and grinned. "Nah, that was after Germany-"
A huge pile of files was slammed down between America and Feliciano causing both to jump and yelp/wail out in surprise.
"HOLY SHIT!"
"I SURRENDER!"
They both turned to look behind them to see Germany and England who both looked extremely irritated.
Feliciano's terrified expression quickly turned into a smile when he saw Germany and America's surprised look switched to an amused grin at the sight of England.
Germany impatiently tapped the back of Feliciano's seat. "Italy! The meeting is over already. Let's go-"
Feliciano ignored what Germany was saying and practically leapt out of his seat to hug him. Germany yelped and barely managed to keep his balance. He tried to push the other away, but stopped at Feliciano's complaints, sighed and gave him a quick hug in return and a pat on the shoulder. Feliciano giggled and moved back after getting his after-meeting hug and held onto Germany's arm and absentmindedly swung it back and forth as he started to blabber.
"Is the meeting over already?"
"Yes, so-"
"Ve... Where is everyone?"
"They already-"
"I really wanted to eat yummy lunch and invite big brother France, Spain, Japan, Romano-"
Germany growled in frustration and yanked at Feliciano's stray, curly hair, which caused Feliciano to squeal, tremble and fall silent. Germany was on the brink of insanity from having to go through another chaotic meeting and just wanted to leave as quickly as possible.
Germany began to reprimand Feliciano for not paying attention to the things around him while giving the curl an occasion tug cause the other to let out a high-pitched shriek.
While those two were going through their usual antics, America had gotten up and started to jab England on the cheek, laughing. England scowled and tried to grab the hand assaulting his face, but America quickly pulled back.
America leaned forward to wrap his arm around England's shoulder, regardless of the resulting struggle and complaints.
"England, you really gotta cheer up! Me and Italy-"
"Italy and I," England corrected with another scowl.
America ignored and continued to speak, unfazed. "-were just reenacting something! Why do you always have to be so sour and, well, not fun?"
England smacked America on the back of the head, which got him out of the other's hold. "You bloody moron! I'm not in the mood for this! Let's just go!"
England grabbed America's arm and tried to pull him towards the door, but America didn't move.
"Man," America started, rubbing where England had smacked him, "What's wrong with you today? Are you having your perio-"
"I'M NOT IN THE MOOD FOR JOKES!"
"So you ARE having your p-"
England cut off America by slugging him on the side of his head, he had been aiming for his nose but missed, and stormed out ranting about obliviousness and how much he needed a drink.
When that had happened, Germany had finished reprimanding Feliciano and decided to go on ahead and wait for him outside.
Feliciano whimpered while America gingerly rubbed where England had punched him.
"Ve, I wonder why Germany and England were being scary?"
"Well, Germany always acts like he has a stick up his ass," America began, ignoring Feliciano's objections, "But England was much grumpier than usual..."
"Maybe something happened during the meeting?"
"Oh, something must've happened during the meeting," America announced excitedly as he straightened up confidently.
"Ve, what happened during the meeting anyway," Feliciano asked while tilting his head slightly.
America's confident stance faltered at that. "Uhhh..."
He tried to remember, but all that came up in his head were images of the drunken Christmas party. He mentally cringed at some of the memories. There were somethings from the party that even he would love to forget...
"Er, do you know what happened, Italy?"
"Ah, maybe that's why Germany and England were angry," Feliciano murmured, lost in thought.
"Hm?"
Feliciano spoke clearly this time. "Well, we weren't paying attention at all, so maybe that's why there were really angry at us..."
"Meh... I guess so..." America grumbled.
"B-But we didn't cause any trouble, did we?"
America ran a hand through his hair and huffed. "Yeah! I don't understand those guys sometimes..."
Feliciano sighed and nodded in agreement.
"If only there was a way we could..." America trailed off as he realized something.
He suddenly laughed victoriously causing the other to jump.
"AHA! I got it!"
"Ve!?"
"I remember that someone told me to learn how to read the atmosphere before! Maybe if we learn how to read it, we'll finally find a way to get them to stop being angry at us all the time," America excitingly explained.
"Ah! I've been told that before too," Feliciano responded and getting excited as well.
"Okay, it's a plan! So, which bookstore sells it? Any idea?"
"Hmmm... Well, I think there was a bookstore some where down the street. Let's go look for it together!"
And so operation 'Let's get the stick out of Germany and England's asses by finding and reading the atmosphere' began.
...
After changing out of their suits and into more casual clothes, failing to sneak past Germany, getting lost three times and getting distracted by several stores, dogs, food and buildings, America and Feliciano finally made it to the bookstore. It took an hour for the two to reach the bookstore and it was stunning that they hadn't forgotten their objective during that time.
Also, after getting a few strange stares from addressing each other by their nation name, they decided to switch to their human names when they talked to each other. They've heard of other nations almost ending up in asylums for letting the truth about themselves slip one too many times... They were supposed to be finding a way to help England and Germany, not stress them out. Plus their bosses would probably flip. America and Feliciano shuddered at the thought of getting their favorite foods taken away as punishment (which had happened several times in the past) and being forced to stay home.
The bookstore they entered was a decent size and seemed to have a good amount of varying genres and books to choose from. At the moment, it was somewhat crowded.
The two nations stood near the entrance and wondered how they were going to find that book. America only went to bookstores for a few of his favorite action series and comic books, so he didn't know about the locations of the other genres in the store. Feliciano rarely went to libraries or bookstores since he usually just read his grandpa's old writings or borrowed some from France, Spain and Germany, so he was pretty lost too.
After just standing around for 5 minutes, Feliciano finally spoke up.
"Um, maybe we should ask-"
America's response was immediate. "No! Heros don't need to ask for directions! I'll find it easily," he responded with a grin. Feliciano couldn't resist smiling at his friend's lively confidence even though that was the reason they had gotten lost three times. He couldn't help admiring the boisterous energy that made him, well, America.
America scanned the different sections in front of him and pointed in a seemingly random direction. "Let's check there!"
He confidently marched towards the section where he had pointed. He figured that even if he was wrong, though he doubted it, 'The Atmosphere' couldn't be too far off.
"Aye aye sir," Feliciano said, giggling, while making a small salute. He quickly caught up to America and ended up gripping onto his arm as they had to walk through several large groups of people.
The two had been bumped into a bit and not enough to separate them, but Feliciano still clung to America's arm until they reached their destination.
The aisle America had pointed to was unoccupied by other customers and was filled with rather large, thick books. America and Feliciano began to quickly scan the titles.
America only checked the titles of one eighth of the aisle before he let out an exasperated sigh and leaned back on bookshelf.
"Man, we'll never find that stupid book..."
Feliciano was starting to blank out, unable to focus on checking all of the titles in the section.
"Ve... Are you sure it's called 'The Atmosphere'?"
"Well, England said that. If that's not the title, it's his fault," America huffed as he lightly hit the bookshelf he was leaning on with his heel.
Feliciano decided to give up and sat next to America.
"There are so many books, we'll never find it! Plus I'm getting hungry..."
America simply laughed and did his hero pose. "I'm not giving up! Never! Heros never quit! If we keep..."
He suddenly cut off in the middle of his hero speech, so Feliciano looked up at him with worry.
"Alfred?"
No response.
"A-Alfred?" Felicano gently nudged him this time.
He was about to nudge the other again, but America suddenly took off to another aisle close by. Felicano let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden action, quickly stood and chased after him.
When Feliciano reached the aisle, he dashed over to America, who was looking at one of the books in his grasp, and clung to his arm.
"Hey, Feli, what's up," America said normally as if he had never ran away.
Feliciano sniffled and shook the arm he clinging to. "Y-You can't just run off like that! What if I got lost in here?"
He shook the other's arm harder.
"What if I got lost and I couldn't find you and I got hungry like that time I was locked in all night in that scary, dark building all by myself!? I don't want to die in a place where there's no pasta!"
His tone started to become hysterical, earning worried and irritated looks from the other people in the aisle.
America chuckled pat the other lightly on the head.
"C'mon, it wouldn't be so bad! If you were locked in here, I'd blow up the doors and come get you!"
"R-Really?" Feliciano muttered as he wiped away a few tears, that had fallen during his mini panic attack, with his sleeve.
"Yup! What kind of hero would I be to leave a friend locked up?"
Feliciano smiled. "I'm glad!"
America's comments calmed down Feliciano, but the other people in the aisle decided to come back tomorrow when there weren't any crazy, strange looking weirdos who could get their hands on explosives.
"Why did you go here anyway," Feliciano asked, his sight still blurred from crying.
"Because ooooof THIS!"
He held his book proudly in front of Feliciano, who tilted his head with a confused expression.
"What is it?"
"It's a cool, awesome comic thingy that Kiku showed me," America excitedly chatted as he flipped through the manga.
"It's got an awesome hero, action and the weapons in this are pretty sweet! I saw that they had the next volume out and I just HAD to go and check it out!"
Feliciano curiously peered at the illustrations. "Is it scary? You said there were weapons and I don't like fighting..."
"Well, there's fighting of course, but I haven't seen any ghosts or scary monsters yet! The fights aren't that bad and the story totally makes it worth reading!"
America fished the first volume from the shelf and handed it to Feliciano. "You should read it! That way, I'll have someone to talk to about it!"
Feliciano took the offered book and flipped through the first few pages, sighing in relief at seeing nothing too violent or scary.
"Oh, and I'll try my best not to spoil you," America quickly added.
Feliciano looked up from the volume and stared at America. "Ve, I thought Peter liked stuff like this and shouldn't Kiku know about this?"
"Ehhh, I think Kiku's kinda mad at me about this since I sorta messed up the volumes I borrowed from him and Peter only likes ones with those huge robots..."
Feliciano stared at the cover for a bit and then smiled. "This looks pretty neat! Plus we can talk about it, so it should be fun... I think I'll try read it!"
America grinned. "That's great! Here, I'll buy the first one for you," he said and plucked the book out of Feliciano's hands.
"Ve? I-I can pay for it! It's fine!"
America laughed and pat the other on the back. "Naaaaaaaaaah, don't worry 'bout it!"
Feliciano giggled and thanked America, but finally began to notice how cold the store was. He wondered why the AC was on full blast when it was fall.
He shivered a bit. "H-Hey, do you want to go and get lunch now? I'm hungry."
"Sure! I was getting kinda hungry myself! Let me just go and pay for-"
He cut off when he noticed Feliciano's shivering.
"Hey, you okay...?"
"Just a bit cold, b-but I'll feel better once we get something to eat, so it's okay!"
America seemed displeased at the response, which caused Feliciano to worry and look away nervously. He was about to apologize but then he felt something pleasantly warm wrap around his shoulders and he looked up at America, surprised.
"Ve?"
America grinned sheepishly. "You can borrow my jacket until we get something to eat! Do you feel better?"
Feliciano nodded enthusiastically and put his arms through the sleeves, giggling at how the jacket was way too big for him. America laughed and ruffled the other's hair, luckily missing his special strand of hair.
The two went together to the cashier so that America could buy the books and they walked out, excitedly chatting to one another about the manga series.
They both had completely forgotten about finding that 'Atmosphere' book and operation 'LGTSOOGAEABFARTA.' at this point...
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Word limit: 4300
A/N: I wanted to use their ''human names'' but damn it. I realized that Seychelles doesn't HAVE a given human name yet. Plus I couldn't find any fan names and I suck at making names. So... I just looked up french names. Well, she was raised by Francis, right? So I guess she would have a french name? I decided to go Fleurette (Little Flower)... Don't shoot me. T_T
"Aiya, where on earth is that idiot," Yao grumbled, tapping his foot impatiently. It was getting hot, his bags were starting to irritate him and he has been waiting at the entrance of the airport for more than half an hour already. Yung Soo was supposed to pick him up and drive him to the meeting. He had bothered him for hours anyway! The nerve for him to bother him for hours about it and -not even come pick him up-.
"Oi! Yao, is that you?"
Yao saw Gilbert with his simple, black backpack and Gilbird perched on his head came over while dragging along Romano by his arm, who was swearing at him while lugging around a huge and heavy looking suitcase.
Yao twitched. He didn't want to deal with Gilbert since he was obnoxiously noisy and arrogant. Plus Romano could get really irritating when he was hungry and he was stubborn as well... But they already saw him, so he couldn't sneak away.
"Hello Gilbert, Romano," Yao mumbled in response.
Gilbert snickered and roughly pat Yao's back. "So nice to see someone's glad to see me."
Romano scowled and tried to kick Gilbert's shin, but failed since his suitcase threw him off balance so he stumbled. "Shut the hell up, damn it! You're so irritating!"
"So is someone supposed to pick you guys up," Yao asked, trying to push down his irritation.
Romano huffed. "Antonio was supposed to pick me up, damn it. That idiot probably forgot..."
"Meh, West was supposed to pick me up. He won't answer his cell though," Gilbert answered while gazing at the crowd surrounding them trying to find anymore familiar faces. Even Gilbird puffed his chest a bit and began to search as well.
"Yung Soo was supposed to come by, but he's really late, aru..."
The three just waited around for a few more minutes in an uncomfortable silence. They have never really talked with each other before...
Romano felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Er, Feliciano, is that you?"
It was Fleurette.
Romano twitched. He despised getting mistaken for his brother. But it was harder for him to snap at girls, so his tone wasn't angry and loud as usual, but just a little irritated. "That's my stupid little brother. I'm Romano."
"Whoops! Sorry about that," Fleurette smiled sheepishly. "Ah, by the way, have any of you seen Francis? My bag got misplaced, so it took me a while to get out of that stupid airport. I hope I didn't miss him..."
"I didn't see him, luckily," Yao said while glancing at the road, hoping he didn't jinx himself. The last thing he wanted to do was end up in Francis' car.
Fleurette pouted. "Aw, he's probably just hitting on a bunch of girls somewhere anyway."
Gilbert snickered at the comment about his friend. "That sounds just about right." Gilbird chirped in agreement.
"Maybe that spanish bastard is with him as well," Romano scowled, gripping his suitcase handle harder. "I hope they both choke on their food, damn it..."
"Those two better not have done that without inviting me. I'm the sexiest of the three of use anyway," Gilbert laughed and ended with a wink.
Fleurette snickered as she tried to stop herself from laughing aloud while Romano and Yao rolled their eyes.
Yao checked his watch and sighed. It was an hour past the time Yung Soo was supposed to come by. Romano checked his own watch and growled with frustration.
"Aiya, when I get my hands on Yung Soo, I'm going to strangle him..."
"Man, West is takin' foreeever... Plus Gilbird is gonna get hungry and I didn't bring anything to eat."
"Pip pip..."
"I hope Francis actually didn't forget about me... It's already bad enough that most people in the world don't even know I exist... I don't need to have other nations start forgetting who I am..."
"That's it. I'm getting hungry and I'm sick of waiting for that damn bastard to pick me up. Be back in a minute..."
Romano stormed away from the group.
Fleurette looked worried. "I don't know if he should just wander away like that..."
Gilbert grinned. "He'll be fine. He's probably just going to go and eat a bunch of crap anyway. Those Italy brothers are freaking black holes. It's amazing that they stay so cute and aren't obese..."
"I hope we don't have to find him if Antonio actually comes, aru..."
To the three nations' surprise, Romano returned in only about 7 minutes with a satisfied look on his face.
"I got us a car. So, do you guys want to wait for your idiot friends or do want to carpool?" Romano motioned his head towards a black sedan parked on the side of the road.
"Screw West, I've been waiting forever. Count me in," Gilbert said, already heading towards the car with Gilbird chirping cheerfully.
"Aiya, I've waited long enough for Yung Soo! I can't take it anymore! I'll go."
Fleurette laughed nervously. "I guess I have no choice. I'm not about to wait here by myself while you guys get to finally get outta here."
So the four nations tossed their bags into the trunk and got in. Romano was driving with Yao in the front while Fleurette and Gilbert were in the back. It took some arguing and force to make Gilbert sit in the back though.
They were now finally on the road. Yao checked the map he printed earlier and noted that they'd have to spend most of the ride on the freeway and that it'd take about an hour.
During 25 minutes, they argued on what radio station to listen to so they ended up turning it off. Also, Gilbert got bored and started singing '100 bottles of beer on the wall' and eventually Fleurette joined, so Yao screamed at them once they reached 80 bottles, which resulted in Romano screaming at all of them to shut up and almost caused them to crash when Romano took his eyes off the road.
But besides that incident, everything was just fine. They spent the next 5 minutes silent until Fleurette spoke up. She hated the awkward silence, especially with no music in the background.
"Hey, how did you get this car anyway," she asked.
"I borrowed it."
"You rented it?"
"No, I borrowed it."
Gilbert peeked around the front seats, noticed something and burst out laughing. "You hotwired the car! There's no key! Didn't you know you had it in you!"
"Aiya! You're going to get us arrested!"
"It's a shitty car anyway and there wasn't any belongings in this car, so it'll be fine."
"DON'T JUST SAY THAT! You can't just say things like that like it's going to be alright!"
"Just shut up and let me drive, it'll be fine," Romano growled and clutched the wheel tighter. "Or you can just walk."
"If we get caught driving a stolen car-- Why are you slowing down!?"
Romano slammed his fist on the dashboard. "I'm not slowing down on purpose! This damn thing is breaking down or something!"
He steered the car to the side of the road since the car's speed was rapidly dropping no matter what he did.
When they reached the side of the road, the car died.
Fleurette fidgeted in her seat. "... Uhhh, so what now?"
Gilbert seemed completely unfazed by the situation. "I'm sure Romano will be able to do something-"
However, said person had gotten out of the car and began to kick the side of the car while swearing loudly. "Work you fucking car! God damn it! This is probably that damn Anonio's fault and my stupid brother fault and that fucking potato bastard's fault! DAMN IT!"
"Never mind. We're screwed."
"... But why is he blaming other people for this?"
Yao slumped in his seat and with his hands over his face. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening, everyone is insane, I don't know how this could get any worse..."
Gilbert pouted and kicked Yao's seat. "Don't have a heartattack, gramps."
"Just shut up, aru!"
They decided to just wait until Romano calmed down, or until his feet hurt too much for him to kick the car, and stopped abusing the poor thing. But Gilbert and Yao had to go out and hold him back when he was about the start headbutting the car instead. Fleurette decided to stay inside since she didn't want get torn apart by the rampaging italian.
"You're supposed to help fix the damn thing, not give your self a concussion," Gilbert fumed while he and Yao tried to pull him away from the car. "Try using that head of yours to think!"
"Just wait you bastards. After the meeting, I'll-"
Gilbert scoffed. "What? You'll slap me in the face with a face mustache and throw tomatoes at my house?"
"I'LL SEND THE GODDAMN MAFIA AFTER YOU OR SOMETHING!"
He cringed in pain when Romano roughly elbowed his side and headbutted his chin and almost escaped. The headbutt caused Gilbird, who was perched on his head the entire time, to fall off. He wasn't hurt, but angrily waddled towards the car and flew up to perch on the top. Gilbert scowled and wondered why the hell this bastard was that strong when all he did was eat tons of pasta, tomatoes and lay around almost all day.
Yao yelped as he barely managed to avoid getting punched in the face as he barely held Romano's other arm down. "Stop acting so immature, aru! If you calm down and try to do something with this car, we can keep going!"
"I know that, damn it! Just fucking let me go so I can try fix it!"
The two warily let go, both ready to block an attack to more... sensitive areas. Romano scowled and went and ripped open the hood of the car and checked the wires, engine and battery, occasionally lightly yanking on a wire. He mumbled various curses and insults in both English and Italian, but luckily didn't look like he was going to try kill anyone anymore.
Yao and Gilbert looked over his shoulder as he worked. Even Fleurette dared to go out of the car and Gilbird stopped sulking and flew over to perch on Gilbert's head to watch Romano with curiosity.
After 5 minutes Romano let out an aggravated sigh.
"Is everything alright," Fleurette asked, taking a cautious step back.
"... I'm hungry."
Yao grabbed the front of Romano's shirt and shook and his voice started to become a bit hysterical. "That doesn't have anything to do with this!"
Romano slapped the other's hands away. "I can't work when I'm hungry, damn it! Plus when I get angry, I get hungry, so it's not my fault, damn it!"
Gilbert resisted the urge to choke him. "But you're the one that decide to completely lose it!"
"It's your fucking fault somehow!"
"What!? I-"
Fleurette stomped her foot and shouted at the others. "GUYS, CUT IT OUT!" Fleurette flinched when the others turned to face her, still looking irritated.
"L-Look, this road still has a lot of cars coming by. We can try to hitchhike instead."
"That could work actually," Yao said as he turned to look at the various cars going past. There weren't a lot of cars, but there seemed to be at least 3 cars every 2 minutes.
Romano huffed. "Fine." He stomped over to the side of the road and stuck his arm out and his thumb up unenthusiastically.
When a car simply zoomed past without even slowing down, Romano screamed angrily at the driver and almost ran after but Gilbert held him back again.
"No one's going to pick you up if you look pissed off!" Gilbert paused and stared at Romano a bit.
"W-What the hell are you looking at?"
"... You actually look pretty cute, you just need to put on a biiiiiiiiig happy smile and get rid of that stupid scowl," he grinned as he poked the other's reddening cheek. That resulted with him getting headbutted in the stomach.
"Sh-shit, shouldn't that be seen as a complement!?"
"That didn't seem like a compliment at all," Yao muttered.
"I'm not like my brother, damn it! You fucking try then!"
Romano shoved Gilbert towards the road and he stomped back to the car and leaned against the side.
"Kesesese, watch and learn!"
Gilbert was more enthusiastic than Romano had been with his confident stance and awesome grin. Gilbird puffed his chest and tried to look cooler. But after the 5th car passed, their confident stance faltered and he sighed and made his way back to the car.
"I knew it! You couldn't get anyone either," Romano snickered.
"The people here are just too lame to realize how awesome I am," Gilbert bitterly mumbled.
"Well, you looked a bit suspicious in my opinion, aru..."
"Yeah. I'd probably try to run you over instead," Romano said, snickering. "Your turn, Yao."
"I refuse."
"What? Pitch in and help, damn it!"
"If you two failed, why should it work if I tried?"
Gilbert walked up to Yao and stared at him. "Hmm, well you kinda look like a cute chick, so- GEH!"
Yao kicked him in the same place Romano had headbutted him earlier. As he leaned against the car while cursing and clutching his stomach, Yao walked over to the side of the road. Gilbird tweeted anxiously and hopped off his owner's head and back on the top of the car. It was just one of those days where it wasn't safe to be perched on his head.
He wasn't as enthusiastic as Gilbert, but he wasn't as unenthusiastic as Romano. A few cars slowed down a little as they passed, but none stopped. After the 5th car passed by, he sighed and put his arm back down and turned to face the others.
"Aiya, it doesn't look like this is going to work-"
Fleurette sighed and sulked. By the looks of it, it really looked like they were going to have to walk to the meeting or find a bus stop.
Gilbert suddenly rose out of his pained kneeled over pose, which startled Romano and Fleurette, and dashed next to Yao.
"What are you-"
"I have an idea!"
"Aiya, what are you going to-- WHY ARE YOU TAKING OFF YOUR SHIRT!?"
Yao screeched as he tried to stop Gilbert's stripping and yank down his shirt.
Gilbert struggled and tried to push the other back. "Wait, wait, wait, all we need is some sex appeal-"
"You'll just make things worse!"
Romano rolled his eyes as the cars passing by sped up at the sight of the two fighting. "That bastard is ruining the plan. We'll be here forever."
"But it's good that he's trying, right," Fleurette remarked, giggling when Gilbert started swearing when the fighting cause his shirt to tear a bit.
"He'd be more helpful if he was shoved into the trunk," Romano stated dryly as he watched the fight slowly get more serious.
Even he thought Yao acted like a strange, old fart and that Gilbert could piss him off more than Ludwig and Alfred, he was surprised and slightly impressed to see the two fight. Gilbert had already gotten elbowed by him and kicked Yao easily today, but now he was swiftly dodging and blocking all of Yao's attacks. Plus Yao wasn't screeching like a enraged parrot while kicking blindly. He was silent and concentrated, trying hit Gilbert.
He almost wanted to rethink a few of the things he had thought about those two...
In the middle of fighting, Gilbert suddenly paused and looked at Fleurette with a wolfish grin on his face which cause both Romano and Fleurette to jolt.
"I have an awesome idea! Come over here for a second Fleur-" He was cut off when Yao kicked him rather hard on his back. "Oi, lay off for a minute, gramps! Can't you see I'm trying to do something?"
Yao huffed. "You let down your guard, aru."
"Well, it's a tie-"
"But I hit you-"
"-so fight's over." He completely ignored Yao's other objections and impatiently motioned over Fleurette.
Romano pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He took back what he thought when the two were fighting.
She sighed and reluctantly went over. She had a bad feeling about this. The same bad feeling she gets when Francis is prowling about.
Yao was about to walk back towards the car, but Gilbert grabbed his arm and Fleurette's and pulled them closer.
"Okay, so here's the plan..."
...
"Come on, give it a shot, Fleur," Gilbert cheered while sitting on the hood of the car with Gilbird chirping and bouncing excitedly on his head. "Show some leg! Strike a sexy pose! Maybe show some cleava-"
"I can't do that," Fleurette screamed back with her hands nervously fiddling with the front of her muumuu dress Gilbert forced her to change into several minutes ago. She was going to wear it when she went to the meeting with Francis. Of course she couldn't bring herself to do those things to get a ride! Plus, if it did work, they'd probably get picked up by some pervert or pedophile. But since she was the only one with a dress on and the only female, Gilbert thought it'd be the 'awesomest' idea for her to take advantage of that and 'show some leg'.
Romano, who was now sitting on the ground and leaning back against the side of the car, scowled and glared at Gilbert, who was starting to try encourage the girl by wolf-whistling. "You're acting like a damn, creepy old man."
"Nah, that's Yao."
Romano looked around. "Anyway, what the hell did you do with him? You grabbed a bag out of trunk and dragged him past the fucking bushes and trees behind us while he was screaming. I'm surprised no one called the police, damn it!"
Gilbert smirked in response. "You'll see. He's the backup, remember? Gotta wait til the time is right."
"Of course I don't remember! You were planning those two without including me, you basta- Wait, backup...?"
Gilbert laughed as Romano's expression slowly went from confused to horrified as he began to realize what that meant.
"Y-You can't be serious," he stuttered. "There is no fucking way-- would he even-- ARE YOU INSANE!?"
"You just WISH you could've thought of such a awesome idea," Gilbert huffed and then he turned to look at Fleurette, who was still frozen to the stop and looking down while nervously wringing her hands together. "Just show some leg once! Come on!"
Fleurette, still looking downwards, stiffly moved on foot an inch in front of the other, tightly gripped the front of her dress and lifted it up only a centimeter. After one car drove past, she turned around and dashed towards Gilbert, despite his objections.
With one arm flailing and the other jabbing Gilbert's chest and her tanned cheeks red with embarrassment, Fleurette complained. "I can't do this! I don't care if we're stuck and have to walk the rest of the way! I can't do this! It's way too embarrassing!"
Gilbert sighed and lightly and quickly pat the top of her head a few times. "Er, no problem. Sorry." He wasn't used to apologizing at all, so his tone was a bit awkward and almost sounded like he was asking rather than stating something. He mentally cursed himself for sounding so uncool and blamed Ludwig for occasionally having a soft spot for kids. "We'll just go with plan B, 'kay?"
Fleurette pouted and crossed her arms. "But I really don't think Yao is going to do this. I mean, come on!"
Gilbert pointed at a bundle laying on the back seat in the car and grinned. "I don't think he has a choice."
Romano got up and looked at the bundle through the window. "... You took his fucking clothes."
"W-Woah, does that mean he's just sitting in some bushes naked or something!?"
"Pffft, no. He has his weird as hell panda and heart boxers on and a dress to wear."
Fleurette tilted her head slightly. "I didn't even know there were boxers like th-- WAIT, THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" She pointed at Yao's clothes in the car. "You should give it back! You shouldn't force him! We can try walk or find a bus stop!"
"Or Potato Bastard Number Two can jump in front of a car and slow it down by getting his fat ass run over and we can make the fucking driver help us out," Romano snapped. Being hungry made him angry and being angry made him hungry, so he really couldn't control himself.
Fleurette sighed. Why can't any of them just get along for a few minutes?
Gilbert slid off the hood of the car and went right up to Romano. "I'm not fat, you little prick!" He jabbed the other's forehead roughly. "It's muscle! If anything, you should do it! You should be the fattest with all the damn pasta you shove in your mouth!" Gilbird pipped angrily with him and flapped his little wings.
Romano scowled and glared. "It's not as bad as all the shitty wrust you eat and the crappy beer you drink!"
"You're such a spoiled brat," Gilbert snapped and he grabbed and yanked Romano's stray curl of hair. He wasn't really sure on what it did, but Ludwig did say that Feliciano would fall quiet when he gripped his curl.
Romano gasped on the first yank and tightly grabbed onto his arm and made a strange, strained squeal when he yanked again.
Gilbert was surprised and interested at the reactions he was getting. It didn't look like it was hurting him and he wondered how a tiny curl of hair could affect the Italy brothers so much. "Man, what the hell is this thing," he asked and gave it another experimental tug but only got another cry in response.
"Chigiiii~! Y-You bastard! It's my... my... L-LOOK, JUST LET GO!" It was hard for him to be demanding when he was red as Antonio's tomatoes, stuttering and pitifully clinging onto Gilbert's arm. He had always wished he could just get rid of the damn thing, but when he tried to cut it, he felt sick until it popped back up after a week.
"Like hell I am," Gilbert said, as his grin grew. "This is fun and I finally managed to shut you up!"
"YOU BAST- ah! Wai- ngh! D-damn it!" Romano gasped and continued to stutter when Gilbert continued to tug.
Fleurette sighed as the Gilbert continued to harass Romano and got Yao's clothes out of the car while the other two were distracted. She
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LET'S LOOK FOR IT TOGETHER
A/N: For the Italy brothers, I want to use their human names to differentiate them from one another instead of saying S. Italy and Italy. *shrugs* I blame the (cute) fill with Romano getting frustrated that he's called by his human name or S. Italy while his brother is called Italy. xD; Hope that doesn't irritate people...
Also sorry if this starts off slow. :c I didn't want to start with them just at a bookstore or library, so I tried to make an event before but it became MUCH longer than I wanted it to...
It seems like yet another world meeting would fail to bring about progress or results... France and England were snapping and throwing insults at one another and completely ignoring everybody around them. Prussia and Denmark had ran out earlier, both hollering something about vital regions and beer, with an enraged Hungary and an irritated Norway in hot pursuit. For reasons unknown, Spain ran after them, laughing. Romano ran after him, swearing loudly to the point where Sealand, Seychelles and Liechtenstein had to have their ears covered by nearby nations, despite confusion from the two female nations and blatant opposition from Sealand. The few nations who were actually trying to get work done slowly switched from trying to speak over the interruptions to yelling at those getting out of order, which didn't help at all with the noise.
For some reason, one of the most boisterous nations hadn't purposely stepped up and added to all the chaos. Throughout almost the entire meeting, America was busy reenacting the infamous Christmas party, the one where everybody got horribly drunk, with his pens. He wasn't even screaming quotes or songs from the party or making obnoxiously loud sound effects. He was actually reenacting the party for Feliciano, who was seated next to him. Sure, America narrated in his usual loud voice for Italy and they both had fits of snickers and laughter every now and then, but they were pretty much completely oblivious of everybody around them and didn't try to ruffle the feathers of the nations nearby.
The meeting, which had completely veered off topic within an hour, was called off by an extremely irritated Germany after he barely managed to pull apart England and France before they started throwing punches. Most of the nations began to collect up their files, or what remained of them anyway, and stalked out of the meeting room, grumbling while some walked out arguing and others walked out snickering over what hijinks they caused.
Feliciano and America didn't notice the meeting had ended since they were still engrossed in America's retelling of the part and were currently trying to reenact the part where Prussia and England did the cancan on the couch, singing that weird song England wrote about fish and chips, unicorns and other mythical creatures.
America held one pen upright while Feliciano held another.
"So Prussia and England became stinking drunk like the rest of them, right? Well, England started singing and kinda twirled and stumbled around."
America swirled his pen around and slowly moved it towards his pile of files (which represented the couch) while snickering at the memory while Feliciano giggled.
"Is this the part where England tore off his clothes," Italy asked, eyes on the pen in America's hand with an amused look.
America shook his head and grinned. "Nah, that was after Germany-"
A huge pile of files was slammed down between America and Feliciano causing both to jump and yelp/wail out in surprise.
"HOLY SHIT!"
"I SURRENDER!"
They both turned to look behind them to see Germany and England who both looked extremely irritated.
Feliciano's terrified expression quickly turned into a smile when he saw Germany and America's surprised look switched to an amused grin at the sight of England.
Germany impatiently tapped the back of Feliciano's seat. "Italy! The meeting is over already. Let's go-"
Feliciano ignored what Germany was saying and practically leapt out of his seat to hug him. Germany yelped and barely managed to keep his balance. He tried to push the other away, but stopped at Feliciano's complaints, sighed and gave him a quick hug in return and a pat on the shoulder. Feliciano giggled and moved back after getting his after-meeting hug and held onto Germany's arm and absentmindedly swung it back and forth as he started to blabber.
"Is the meeting over already?"
"Yes, so-"
"Ve... Where is everyone?"
"They already-"
"I really wanted to eat yummy lunch and invite big brother France, Spain, Japan, Romano-"
Germany growled in frustration and yanked at Feliciano's stray, curly hair, which caused Feliciano to squeal, tremble and fall silent. Germany was on the brink of insanity from having to go through another chaotic meeting and just wanted to leave as quickly as possible.
Germany began to reprimand Feliciano for not paying attention to the things around him while giving the curl an occasion tug cause the other to let out a high-pitched shriek.
While those two were going through their usual antics, America had gotten up and started to jab England on the cheek, laughing. England scowled and tried to grab the hand assaulting his face, but America quickly pulled back.
America leaned forward to wrap his arm around England's shoulder, regardless of the resulting struggle and complaints.
"England, you really gotta cheer up! Me and Italy-"
"Italy and I," England corrected with another scowl.
America ignored and continued to speak, unfazed. "-were just reenacting something! Why do you always have to be so sour and, well, not fun?"
England smacked America on the back of the head, which got him out of the other's hold. "You bloody moron! I'm not in the mood for this! Let's just go!"
England grabbed America's arm and tried to pull him towards the door, but America didn't move.
"Man," America started, rubbing where England had smacked him, "What's wrong with you today? Are you having your perio-"
"I'M NOT IN THE MOOD FOR JOKES!"
"So you ARE having your p-"
England cut off America by slugging him on the side of his head, he had been aiming for his nose but missed, and stormed out ranting about obliviousness and how much he needed a drink.
When that had happened, Germany had finished reprimanding Feliciano and decided to go on ahead and wait for him outside.
Feliciano whimpered while America gingerly rubbed where England had punched him.
"Ve, I wonder why Germany and England were being scary?"
"Well, Germany always acts like he has a stick up his ass," America began, ignoring Feliciano's objections, "But England was much grumpier than usual..."
"Maybe something happened during the meeting?"
"Oh, something must've happened during the meeting," America announced excitedly as he straightened up confidently.
"Ve, what happened during the meeting anyway," Feliciano asked while tilting his head slightly.
America's confident stance faltered at that. "Uhhh..."
He tried to remember, but all that came up in his head were images of the drunken Christmas party. He mentally cringed at some of the memories. There were somethings from the party that even he would love to forget...
"Er, do you know what happened, Italy?"
"Ah, maybe that's why Germany and England were angry," Feliciano murmured, lost in thought.
"Hm?"
Feliciano spoke clearly this time. "Well, we weren't paying attention at all, so maybe that's why there were really angry at us..."
"Meh... I guess so..." America grumbled.
"B-But we didn't cause any trouble, did we?"
America ran a hand through his hair and huffed. "Yeah! I don't understand those guys sometimes..."
Feliciano sighed and nodded in agreement.
"If only there was a way we could..." America trailed off as he realized something.
He suddenly laughed victoriously causing the other to jump.
"AHA! I got it!"
"Ve!?"
"I remember that someone told me to learn how to read the atmosphere before! Maybe if we learn how to read it, we'll finally find a way to get them to stop being angry at us all the time," America excitingly explained.
"Ah! I've been told that before too," Feliciano responded and getting excited as well.
"Okay, it's a plan! So, which bookstore sells it? Any idea?"
"Hmmm... Well, I think there was a bookstore some where down the street. Let's go look for it together!"
And so operation 'Let's get the stick out of Germany and England's asses by finding and reading the atmosphere' began.
...
After changing out of their suits and into more casual clothes, failing to sneak past Germany, getting lost three times and getting distracted by several stores, dogs, food and buildings, America and Feliciano finally made it to the bookstore. It took an hour for the two to reach the bookstore and it was stunning that they hadn't forgotten their objective during that time.
Also, after getting a few strange stares from addressing each other by their nation name, they decided to switch to their human names when they talked to each other. They've heard of other nations almost ending up in asylums for letting the truth about themselves slip one too many times... They were supposed to be finding a way to help England and Germany, not stress them out. Plus their bosses would probably flip. America and Feliciano shuddered at the thought of getting their favorite foods taken away as punishment (which had happened several times in the past) and being forced to stay home.
The bookstore they entered was a decent size and seemed to have a good amount of varying genres and books to choose from. At the moment, it was somewhat crowded.
The two nations stood near the entrance and wondered how they were going to find that book. America only went to bookstores for a few of his favorite action series and comic books, so he didn't know about the locations of the other genres in the store. Feliciano rarely went to libraries or bookstores since he usually just read his grandpa's old writings or borrowed some from France, Spain and Germany, so he was pretty lost too.
After just standing around for 5 minutes, Feliciano finally spoke up.
"Um, maybe we should ask-"
America's response was immediate. "No! Heros don't need to ask for directions! I'll find it easily," he responded with a grin. Feliciano couldn't resist smiling at his friend's lively confidence even though that was the reason they had gotten lost three times. He couldn't help admiring the boisterous energy that made him, well, America.
America scanned the different sections in front of him and pointed in a seemingly random direction. "Let's check there!"
He confidently marched towards the section where he had pointed. He figured that even if he was wrong, though he doubted it, 'The Atmosphere' couldn't be too far off.
"Aye aye sir," Feliciano said, giggling, while making a small salute. He quickly caught up to America and ended up gripping onto his arm as they had to walk through several large groups of people.
The two had been bumped into a bit and not enough to separate them, but Feliciano still clung to America's arm until they reached their destination.
The aisle America had pointed to was unoccupied by other customers and was filled with rather large, thick books. America and Feliciano began to quickly scan the titles.
America only checked the titles of one eighth of the aisle before he let out an exasperated sigh and leaned back on bookshelf.
"Man, we'll never find that stupid book..."
Feliciano was starting to blank out, unable to focus on checking all of the titles in the section.
"Ve... Are you sure it's called 'The Atmosphere'?"
"Well, England said that. If that's not the title, it's his fault," America huffed as he lightly hit the bookshelf he was leaning on with his heel.
Feliciano decided to give up and sat next to America.
"There are so many books, we'll never find it! Plus I'm getting hungry..."
America simply laughed and did his hero pose. "I'm not giving up! Never! Heros never quit! If we keep..."
He suddenly cut off in the middle of his hero speech, so Feliciano looked up at him with worry.
"Alfred?"
No response.
"A-Alfred?" Felicano gently nudged him this time.
He was about to nudge the other again, but America suddenly took off to another aisle close by. Felicano let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden action, quickly stood and chased after him.
When Feliciano reached the aisle, he dashed over to America, who was looking at one of the books in his grasp, and clung to his arm.
"Hey, Feli, what's up," America said normally as if he had never ran away.
Feliciano sniffled and shook the arm he clinging to. "Y-You can't just run off like that! What if I got lost in here?"
He shook the other's arm harder.
"What if I got lost and I couldn't find you and I got hungry like that time I was locked in all night in that scary, dark building all by myself!? I don't want to die in a place where there's no pasta!"
His tone started to become hysterical, earning worried and irritated looks from the other people in the aisle.
America chuckled pat the other lightly on the head.
"C'mon, it wouldn't be so bad! If you were locked in here, I'd blow up the doors and come get you!"
"R-Really?" Feliciano muttered as he wiped away a few tears, that had fallen during his mini panic attack, with his sleeve.
"Yup! What kind of hero would I be to leave a friend locked up?"
Feliciano smiled. "I'm glad!"
America's comments calmed down Feliciano, but the other people in the aisle decided to come back tomorrow when there weren't any crazy, strange looking weirdos who could get their hands on explosives.
"Why did you go here anyway," Feliciano asked, his sight still blurred from crying.
"Because ooooof THIS!"
He held his book proudly in front of Feliciano, who tilted his head with a confused expression.
"What is it?"
"It's a cool, awesome comic thingy that Kiku showed me," America excitedly chatted as he flipped through the manga.
"It's got an awesome hero, action and the weapons in this are pretty sweet! I saw that they had the next volume out and I just HAD to go and check it out!"
Feliciano curiously peered at the illustrations. "Is it scary? You said there were weapons and I don't like fighting..."
"Well, there's fighting of course, but I haven't seen any ghosts or scary monsters yet! The fights aren't that bad and the story totally makes it worth reading!"
America fished the first volume from the shelf and handed it to Feliciano. "You should read it! That way, I'll have someone to talk to about it!"
Feliciano took the offered book and flipped through the first few pages, sighing in relief at seeing nothing too violent or scary.
"Oh, and I'll try my best not to spoil you," America quickly added.
Feliciano looked up from the volume and stared at America. "Ve, I thought Peter liked stuff like this and shouldn't Kiku know about this?"
"Ehhh, I think Kiku's kinda mad at me about this since I sorta messed up the volumes I borrowed from him and Peter only likes ones with those huge robots..."
Feliciano stared at the cover for a bit and then smiled. "This looks pretty neat! Plus we can talk about it, so it should be fun... I think I'll try read it!"
America grinned. "That's great! Here, I'll buy the first one for you," he said and plucked the book out of Feliciano's hands.
"Ve? I-I can pay for it! It's fine!"
America laughed and pat the other on the back. "Naaaaaaaaaah, don't worry 'bout it!"
Feliciano giggled and thanked America, but finally began to notice how cold the store was. He wondered why the AC was on full blast when it was fall.
He shivered a bit. "H-Hey, do you want to go and get lunch now? I'm hungry."
"Sure! I was getting kinda hungry myself! Let me just go and pay for-"
He cut off when he noticed Feliciano's shivering.
"Hey, you okay...?"
"Just a bit cold, b-but I'll feel better once we get something to eat, so it's okay!"
America seemed displeased at the response, which caused Feliciano to worry and look away nervously. He was about to apologize but then he felt something pleasantly warm wrap around his shoulders and he looked up at America, surprised.
"Ve?"
America grinned sheepishly. "You can borrow my jacket until we get something to eat! Do you feel better?"
Feliciano nodded enthusiastically and put his arms through the sleeves, giggling at how the jacket was way too big for him. America laughed and ruffled the other's hair, luckily missing his special strand of hair.
The two went together to the cashier so that America could buy the books and they walked out, excitedly chatting to one another about the manga series.
They both had completely forgotten about finding that 'Atmosphere' book and operation 'LGTSOOGAEABFARTA.' at this point...