Warning! Contains yaoi and foul language (lol. yes)
Pairings: GermanyxPrussia, ItalyxRomano, SpainxRomano
Date started: August, 3, 2010
Rated: 13+ (I think lol)
Title: Dear Brother (I dunno why. If you have a better one leave a comment)
Mood: Tired =.=
Progress: 4.1 chapters. Grammer/plot/ect. fails.
Author: Michelle (xXxDeathnoteNekoxXx/XxDeath_Mello_NoteXx)
Special thanks to Olivia heart (xXxDeath_Note_BBxXx)
Prussia walked into the living room. He noticed Germany sitting on the couch. He appeared to be reading. Whatever it is it must be good, because Germany had this dorky smile on his face. Prussia smirked. “Whatcha readin’ West?” He walked behind him and looked over his shoulder. He frowned. “You’re looking at Pictures of Italy?”
Germany closed the album quickly. He looked embarrassed. “Wh-What do you want?”
Prussia smirked. “Italy’s cute isn’t he?”
Germany blushed a little and looked away. “…”
Prussia was enjoying his brother’s embarrassment. “So…Are you going to ask him on a date?”
Germany moved over a little. “Dummkopf.”
Prussia laughed he leaned over, his face inches from Germany’s. “Why are you so mean?”
Germany scowled. “Whatever.”
Prussia pinned Germany to the couch. “Kesesesese”
Germany tried to get up. “You idiot! Get off I-“
Prussia kissed him.
Germany blinked.
Prussia pulled away and stared at him. “What’s wrong West? You look confused.” He laughed. “If Italy won’t then I will.” At this point Germany didn’t know what to do, heck he didn’t even know if he enjoyed this or not! Prussia smirked and kissed him again. This time Germany kissed back. The phone rang. They ignored it.
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Italy was holding the phone to his ear and twirling the cable between his fingers anxiously. “Germany…Please pick up.” Romano entered the Room. His clothes where disheveled and his tie was missing. “Damn b*****d.” Italy gave up and put the phone back. “What’s wrong Fratello?” Italy walked over to his angry brother.
Romano was irritated. “That damn b*****d tried to-“ Before he could finish he looked at Italy closer. He looked disappointed. What did he care? He’s the one that was sexually harassed by Spain. He sighed. “What’s wrong?”
Italy sighed. “Germany isn’t answering his phone”
Romano blinked. He tackled Italy. “You still talk to that potato jerk!? What do you see in him?!”
Italy coughed. “F-Fratello! I can’t breathe! Fratello!” Romano got Italy to stop squirming by pinning him to the ground.
“You’re always talking about how great Germany is, But you never say anything good about me! You jerk!” Italy put his hands on his brother’s face.
“Calm down.”
Romano looked like he was about to cry. “You….”
Italy smiled at him. “You know that you’re great too.”
Romano smiled a little.
Italy hugged his brother. “So. How’s Spain?”
Romano pushed Italy. “Don’t talk about that damn-“
Italy kissed Romano on the cheek.
Romano was now sure that Italy meant every word he said. He kissed him.
Italy was surprised by his brother’s actions. He obviously wasn’t expecting that.
Romano forced Italy to part his lips.
Fratello: Brother (Italian)
Dummkopf: (Lit.) Dumb head. Idiot. (German)
Kesesesesese: idk Prussia laughs like that. lol.
 xXxDeathnoteNekoxXx · Wed Aug 04, 2010 @ 01:40am · 0 Comments |
