GerIta: Prank Gone Wrong

Chapter 16:: Protective

~-Romano's POV-~

  I was getting bored in the meeting. The only thing I liked about it was that I could be sitting next to Spain and holding his hand. Since I was so bored, I decided to get out to find Feli and that german-basta- I mean, Germany. It had been a while since they left, like four and a half minutes.

  As I started wandering around the halls, I heard an odd noise coming from a door I had passed. Curious, I opened the door to see a large german ontop of my sist- brother...

  Shit's fucking going down.

~-No one's POV-~

  "WHAT THE HELL!?" Romano snapped, tearing Ludwig off of Italy, then gathering the girl in his arms. "Stupido German asshole! Fuck you-a! You-a were just talking about other-a countries taking advantage, and so-a far, the only-a one taking advantage is-a you-a!" He screamed, face red in rage.

  Italy was shocked into not moving that her brother was the first to find out, but soon got over it and struggled to get out of Lovino's grasp. "Fra-Fratello! Don't-a blame him! I-a went along with-a it!" She shouted, trying to convince her brother, but to no avail.

  Romano shot a glare at the girl in his arms. "No! After Britain turns you-a back, you-a are staying at our-a house with-a me, and you're-a not going to-a see him ever again except for meetings! Come-a on!" Without waiting for a responce, the older of the two snatched her wrist and dragged her out.

  "W-Wait, fratello!" The girl cried, trying desperatly to free herself. "Por favore, fratello, at-a least let me-a say good-bye!" She begged, looking back at Ludwig, tears spilling from her orbs. "Ludwig!" Italy wailed.

  However, instead of going after her, he stood there, sadly staring after her. He knew he shouldn't have started anything with her. He knew the relationship would have ended badly. But he so desperately wanted to go after her, steal her back and hold her. Germany heard her cries grow faint as Lovino shouted at her to let the German go and to leave him behind. Italy protested, but only to get snapped at.

  After the argument silenced, a door opened, then slammed closed, meaning Romano and Italy entered the meeting room. Germany sighed, leaning against a wall. "Damn it."

~-Romano's POV-~

  I slouched in my seat beside Feli as she furiously wiped at her eyes every other moment to keep her tears from falling. She stared at her lap, her face a bright pink from crying. That stupid German ass had yet to return, but when he does, he'll be on the opposite side of Japan. I kinda threatened the Japanese man to move over so Feli would sit next to me.

  Through the rest of the meeting, Kiku had quietly tried to calm North down, but she couldn't seem to manage it. Finally, towards the end of the pointless babbling, Ludwig came in and plopped down in his seat. I smirked at how defeated he looked, then I felt my pride chip away as I glanced at both their faces. Feli was completely and totally distraught, unable to hold back a single tear, and Germany never looked so... Angry or upset with himself. He looked like he had no idea what to do, which was rarer(shut the fuck up, I can make up words too, damnit!) than a Tasmainian Tiger(and those things are nearly extinct).

  With a sigh, I sunk in my seat. "Well, fuck." I muttered under my breath.

~-After the meeting-~

  "Ohnhonhon, my my Italy. You are quite cute as a girl!~" France suggestively winked as he raised a rose to my sis- fuck, brother! Right after Feli cautiously plucked up the rose, Francis went flying due to my fist. Sure, he scares me, but who ever does that will die, no matter who the fuck they are. I had my hand gently placed on the small of her back as I lead her towards where England was speaking with America.

  "England. We want my fratello back, now!" I hissed, causing the two nation to look at me. America patted England's back comfortingly before hurriedly dashing away.

  Nervously, Arthur chuckled. "W-well, you see, Romano... You'll need to wait about another month. You see, I-"

  I cut him off. "Another damn month!? We've been waiting each time you-a told us to-a wait longer!" I snapped.

  England nodded. "I know, I know, but there is a good reason for that. Romano, I am terribly sorry for you to have to wait so long, but I simply don't want to mess up. At first, it was a matter of finding Norway and Romania. Then I had too fix my wand, now I am suddying the spell. If there is one, single tiny thing out of place, then something absolutely unpredictable might happen, and none of us, Norway, Romania, nor I, will be able to undo whatever is done." He reasoned, looking totally and completely honest.

  I sucked in a deep breath, then slowly let it our, relaxing myself. Before I could speak, Italy piped up in an obviously fake cheery voicd. "It's-a okay, England! We can-a wait!" She waved, took my hand, then walked up. I felt guilt start digging deep, dark pits in my gut. I sighed, then tugged Italy to a stop beside me. "Fratello?" She whispered, her voice trembling.

  I nearly bashed my head against the brick wall at what I was about to say. "You can-a stay with the german-ba- ahem, with Germany." I grumbled, and her entire being instantly brightened. "And si, I-a mean it."

  Feli's mouth broke into the widest grin I had seen. "Ti amo, fratello!" She squealed, then pouted. "But... Doitsu left already with Japan."

  "Si! To the hotel, stupido! If we hurry, they'll still be there!" I shouted, rolling my eyes.

  The drive to the hotel was probably way too fast for being on the stupid ice-smothered roads, but what the hell? It was fun. Italy ran up the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. Of course, I had to run after her. If I hadn't made it to the room first, she would have crashed into the door.

  "Ludwig!" My sister-damn it! My brother cried as she tossed her arms around the German. "I-a can go-a back with you-a!" She giggled as the blonde wrapped his arms around her. I scuffed.

  Germany turned his attention to me, though still held Feli. "This doesn't mean shit. She can stay with-a you, but you-a doing anything to-a her that I-a don't approve of, you're-a dead." I mumbled, glaring at the floor. "Besides, I'm-a only allowing it because of Feli. No way shape form am I-a doing this for you-a."

~-Later-No one's POV~

  Japan when back to his own country, Romano went to Spain with Spain, and Italy went back to Germany with Ludwig and Gilbert where Hungary was waiting. When the trio made it to the house, Italy headed straight for the kitchen and Gilbert to Elizaveta's room. Germany followed Feli, then wrapped his arms around her waist as he rested his chin on her head.

  The Italian giggled, perfectly fitting her fingers within the gaps of Ludwig's. "Ve~, ti amo!~" She leaned back into the German's sturdy chest. On the plane rides, she had explained to the blonde the reason why she was still a girl, and he understood quite well.

  Germany pressed his lips to the top of her head. "Ich liebe dich auch." He whispered back, slightly swaying back and forth. Italy hummed a soft tune, forgetting what she had gone into the kitchen for.

  "Hey, bruder! Don't hurt little Feli vhile ve're gone! Ich going to take Elizaveta back to her country. See you in a few days!" Gilbert shouted as he and his lover exited the house. The younger German just rolled his eyes.

  "Bye-bye!" Feli called after them just before they shut the door. "I'm-a going to miss them. Hopefully they'll be-a safe." She then muttered.

  With a sigh, Ludwig scooped Feli up in his arms so he carried her bridal-style. "Vell, zhey're going to be gone a vhile. Zhat means zhat ve vill be alone for a couple days." Italy squeaked like a mouse as his actions, her amber eyes widening, but she grinned, tossing her arms around his neck.

  "Ve~, I'm-a ready for a siesta!" She giggled, leaning her head on Ludwig's chest. "Ti amo!~"