Intractable Emotion. (A GerIta fanfic)

CHAPTER XXVI. OUR BIG FAT GERITA WEDDING! pt. 2

~CHAPTER XXVI.~

OUR BIG FAT GERITA WEDDING! pt. 2

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＊Romano's P.O.V.＊

"Where the hell are those culos?" I asked, impatient and ready to get food from the buffet, but France kept saying we had to wait for the bride and groom who were 20 minutes late. Everyone else had arrived at the after party venue already except for those two idioti.

"U-Uh, I think I saw..." A faint voice spoke, but everyone was too busy yelling about how the food's getting cold.

"I didn't come to have such awful service" England spoke, sitting as if it was his party we were attending.

"G-Guys, they'r-" I heard the small voice again, but it got drowned out.

"The fries are getting cold and soggy!" America complained.

"French fries" France added.

"Oh shut up, you Frenchies always try to take all the great American things and make them suck!" America replied. My headache was growing, and I still heard that faint voice trying to speak up. I felt like I was going insane.

"This is all so immature" Austria said, peering over desperately at the piano in the corner of the banquet hall.

"CANADA HAS BEEN TRYING TO TALK FOR ZE LAST 15 MINUTES! SHUT YOUR FACES!" Prussia yelled over the crowd of agitated countries.

"...who?" They all said in reply.

"U-Uh, that's me. I'm Canada" a blonde, small man said. Was he a new country?

"I was going to say, well uh I saw Germany and Italy's wedding car parked on the side of the building, and they've just been sitting in there for around 10 minutes" the country named Canada said.

A silence that could let the speed of light be heard fell across the room. Then...

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US THAT EARLIER?!" All the countries almost yelled simultaneously at the small blonde country, and he looked as if he was about to cry.

"I was trying! I-It was just too much arguing for me to talk over" Canada defended. I rolled my eyes at the whole conversation, standing up.

"I'll go check on those perdentes" I said, walking outside to the of the building and peering over to the left of it to see their wedding car parked their. The driver was outside of it, seeming flushed.

"Ay! Why aren't they coming out?" I asked the driver. He seemed to take a moment to choose his words.

"They seemed, uh, busy. I just stepped out to give them privacy" he answered.

Why the hell would they be busy?

"YOU TWO BETTER STEP OUT OF THIS CAR RIGHT NOW OR I'LL KICK YOUR ASSES!" I yelled, banging on the glass. I couldn't see inside the car since the windows were tinted, but I heard rustling.

After a moment, both Italy and Germany left the car, both looking embarrassed and disheveled. Italy was wearing Germany's bow tie, and Germany had flowers in his hair. I finally realized what they were busy with.