Cast away (A germano fanfic)

Hold on to your Sanity

Soon enough Romano had gotten dressed and looked slightly better then before now that he had cooled down abit. He stopped by the car and climbed in the front seat. "You better not screw anything up, Italy still has speed limits you know." He muttered. "Ja of course. I wasnt planning to. The blond replied. This was turning out to be a great start wasn't it? Then agian, he never expected anything different anyway. Germany began to drive, though he was going painfully slow for Romano's taste. "Idiota! We're-a never going to get to the airport in time if you don't speed up!" Germany turned to him anger flaring in his eyes but voice calm. "Then what do you suggest we do?" The other crossed him arms. "Pull over and let me drive, obviously." Germany was tired of arguing with the other so he reluctantly agreed. "Ja ja.." With a swift turn he pulled over, not before getting honked at multiple times by unhappy italians. The blond soon had switched seats with the southern italian who's face had turned into a slightly overconfident smirk, eyes sparkling. "Now let me show you how a real italian drives!" With a lould stomp on the gas pedal the car sped off with a screech. "N-nein!!" Germany shouted and held on to the door for dear life. If he knew this would happen he would java never agreed to hand over the wheel! And with that he enjoyed the rest of the trip hoping the italian wouldn't kill them.

Soon enough Romano was parked in the parking lot of the airport. He grinned and turned to give Germany a satisfied smirk which was returned by a glare. "You could have killed us!" The italian glared back, abit shocked the german wasn't full of graditude to him for getting them there so fast. "Well we made it didnt we?" He shot back. Germany asnwered with a sigh as he unlocked his door. "Forget it, lets go." The other did the same, slamming the door with the attitude of a sploiled child. "As long as i-a get to lead, its not like you know how to navigate italian airports anyway." With that, he took off in the lead, the german watching him silently. It was true, romano probably did know the airport better. He might as well take his word for it to avoid another arguement. Besides, it didnt look like the italian would take no for an answer. He gave a sigh and followed the stubborn italian. "To think i thought he was cute earlier too..what kind of drink would even make me think something so absurd.." But he knew he was lying to himself. There was something, something there in his mind that couldnt hate Romano even after everything the italian had done. It was strange, and it was tearing germanys mind apart. "Nein, i mustn't think that way..it would never work." He stopped his train of thought after romano had stopped, turning back. "Oy, potato jerk. Hurry up would you?" "Ja..im coming." The blond replied and followed Romano into the airport.
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And the plot continues to build! My gosh i didnt think anyone would really follow this story since..you know. Germano. ^^" But i've noticed the people who do, so thank you agian for supporting it. :3