**~authors note~**
This chapter ain't finished yet, but I'm posting what I have so you guys can read it. I'll update this chapter when I finish it. If you don't want to read until it's finished that's fine, I would do the same. Anyway, happy reading ^.^ and thanks to Mazzy15 for co-writing ;)
At the Italy brothers house, Prussia was bored out of his mind, West and Italy were leaving to go on a date or something. They did this sometimes, with Italy's spontaneity and Wests.... Well, West just gets what he wants. Prussia would be alone in the house with Romano, that pain in the ass, that Prussia wished would be his pain in the ass.
Romano was sitting in his room, hating life at the moment. He was stuck, at home, with the potato bastard number 2, and he couldn't even go down to the kitchen to get some pasta without running into the bastard. Tch, he didn't need pasta as much as his brother did. He didn't want to run into the bastard if he could help it, so he went without and sat moodily in his room, staring at the wall. He couldn't believe potato bastard number 1 left his brother at his house. How dare he? He stared at the wall and growled, rolling sideways off his bed and peeking out his door. He was hungry, fuck that bastard, he was getting his pasta. And tomatoes. Lots of tomatoes.
Prussia was just chillin in the kitchen like he owned the place, while drinking a juice box he found in the fridge.... Whatever, he was still awesome! Then Romano walked in with a deep frown plastered on his face. He went to the pantry and started pulling out ingredients for what looked like... Pasta? Prussia's best guess. Then he went to the fridge, reaching down to get to the bottom draw, his ass in the air. Prussia took this as an open opportunity to stare at Romano's ass.
The first thing Romano realised was that the bastard was in his kitchen. HIS kitchen. He huffed and ignored him, going to get the ingredients for his pasta. He went to the fridge and saw his tomatoes on the bottom shelf. He leaned down and grabbed the bowl. The second thing he noticed was that the bastard was staring at his ass. When he stood up and turned around, the bastard had averted his gaze from where he had been looking. Romano glared and moved to put his ingredients on the bench.
Damn! Prussia was good. Romano didn't even notice him staring. Romano puts his shit down on the bench, "you making pasta?" Prussia asked, coolly. "What does it look like to you, bastard," came Romano's snappy reply. "Geez, no need to be feisty, save that for later," Prussia said as he winked, not thinking before he spoke, as usual. Romano just glared at him for a moment, a slight blush on his cheeks.
Romano had stopped and glared at the bastard. First he had the gall to stare at his ass, and now he was making innuendos? No, fuck no. He considered going back to his room and locking himself in, but the ingredients were already here and it wouldn't take too long, so he could manage a few minutes around the bastard. For the sake of his pasta. He ignored the albino and skirted around him to the sink, getting out the pot and filling it with water. He tried to listen for any sound that could mean the bastard was getting near him.
After that lovely little innuendo, Romano was ignoring Prussia. Which he wasn't happy about. No one ignores his awesomeness! But.... he thought. He had just come up with a brilliant idea. "Well, if your just going to ignore me, I guess I'll just leave then. And don't worry your pretty little head about it, I can let myself out," Prussia said, trying to hold in his smirk. He ruffled Romano's hair, remembering the curl, but deciding to use it later.
Romano was a bit put out that the bastard had touched his hair and watched him leave the kitchen and let a small smile grace his lips. The kitchen was his again, all his. He then went back to making his pasta.
Making sure not to lock the door on his way out, Prussia simply sat on the front steps leading to the front door. After waiting several minutes, he assumed Romano would be done with making his pasta, but he wanted to wait a little while longer.
