GerIta: Prank Gone Wrong

Chapter 21:: Mistake

~One month later-Romano-~

  Mios DIOS! I couldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face, and I think it scared Antonio. All day, I couldn't stop the giddiness and smugness that bubbled in me. Finally, my brother was going to be my brother again by the end of the day. Then Germany can't do anything! Ahaha! I just... God yes!

  Now I may have given you a hint as to why I am practically bursting with joy, but you probably don't know the whole story. England had called the previous night, and told me he had perfected the spell and is now on his way to Germany's house to turn Feli back. I nearly threw a party afterwards, but Germany would ruin since I was staying at his house. Spain had gone home after I woke, leaving me with the others, who are still currently sleeping. Feli lay with Ludwig, Kiku was in his own room, and Prussia had just come back from visiting Elizaveta, so he'll be out until about the afternoon since he got home after midnight.

  I decided that while everyone slept, I would party by myself, and make breakfast. Only Spain and I knew that England was coming. Oh, I can just imagine that wonderfully shocked expression that stupid German is going to have when Britain arrives. I'll be practically bouncing off the walls!

  A loud thump from the living room caused me to jump and stop my train of excited thoughts. I glanced behind me, but couldn't see anything or anyone. I turned down the hear of the over and slid off my apron before quietly shuffling into the living area. There was Feli, on the floor, in the position as if she had caught herself from falling. She was stiff and unmoving, but her arms trambled. Instantly, I was at her side. "Feli?" I whispered, placing one hand on her back and my other over her own.

  Italy sucked in a deep breath. "Sorry Fratello." She whispered. "I'm-a feeling a bit queasy." She muttered, unsteadily starting to get up. I had to help so she wouldn't fall back down. "I'm-a really light-headed-a." Feli told me as we made out way in the dining room. Carefully,I placed Feli down in a chair. "It's-a better now, fratello. Grazi." I smiled softly at her, and kissed her forehead. She was slightly surprised, and I could tell by her widened.

  "Breakfast is-a almost ready." I told her and she nodded. As I finished up cooking, I turned to her. "Did you-a sleep well?" I asked, and she hummed as well as nodded. I placed a plate in front of her before scooping a bit of food on to it. Slowly, she started to eat. Man, she must really not feel well. Hopefully she'll feel better once she is a he.

  After eating in silence, my younger sibling decided to finally speak up. "Hey, fratello... I've been-a thinking for a long-a while now..." She trailed, drawing my attention. She nervously fiddled around with her fingers, twisting the hem of her, or Germany's, shirt. "Uhm... I'm-a thinking about staying a ragazza."

  I stared, my expression unchanging for a moment before I spit out what I had in my mouth, her words sinking in. I started chocking on my food out of my shock. "YOU WHAT!?" I snapped, glaring questioningly at her.

  Feli flinched, cowering back in her seat. "I-a didn't want to-a tell you because I-a knew you'd react like-a this." She whimpered, her eyes closed as she held her hands over her head.

  However, I could hardly hear a single word she had said. I closed my eyes, slowly counting to ten while calming my heavy breaths. I shrunk back into my seat as I rubbed my temples. "Why?" I wondered aloud.

  My sibling settled down. "Well, it-a was just a thought, really. I-a thought I would have-a more of an advantage as a girl. More-a flexible, smaller, faster, stuff like-a that. Use that to-a my advantage during wars and-a battles. I'm-a sorry, I'll change back though, because you-a don't like it." She whimpered.

  Taking a deep breath, I peered at her. "That-a makes some sense." I muttered, sitting up. "But-a, still... I-a don't want that potato bastard taking this to his advantage like I'm-a sure he's-a been doing." Feli shook her head at my statement. "Anyway, why did-a you collapse back there?" I asked, then gently placed the back of my hand on her forehead.