Romano and California: a Hetalia political union

A Tour of San Francisco

"So this is San Francisco. And if you look straight over there you can see the Golden Gate Bridge!" Said an edger California showing of her suspension bridge to an uninterested Romano. Uh oh he's not even looking, he's just smoking that cigar. He must think I'm boring. What if he tell's dad he didn't have fun? I'll get in trouble and then I can say good bye to all those tourist dollars! California thought to herself.

Wow, She's got a nice pair of knockers on her. Hmmm I bet their soft and warm. Romano thought to himself looking down at California.

"Ummm... Are you listening Mr.Romano?" Asked California.

"Huh?...No I was looking at your awesome boobs. What were you saying again?" Romano said out loud.

"Ooookaayyyy~.... Umm do you have anything in mind that you'd like to do for fun." said a fairly creeped out California.

Romano thought on that. What he really wanted at the moment was something to drink. "Hey do you know everything about your home?" Romano asked.

"Huh? Well of course I do, I know about the parks, the hills, the resorts, the stars, everything really!" Said California.

"What the underground stuff?  The good times hiding in the dark? What about the speak easy's? Do you know of them?" Asked Romano all at once. California thought about it, all she really knew of her home was the stuff that the tourist and good neighbors knew about. She didn't know much about the crime waves let alone what a speak easy was.

"What's a speak easy?" She asked. Romano gave a devilishly seductive smile and took California's delicate porcelain hand in his hand and kissed it, like a gentlemen gangster.

"Allow me to show the way to the best place in town."

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2 years ago...

America was shocked and terrified at the display of violence that Italy had conducted. Like everyone else America had always thought that Italy was a pathetic little coward that ran at the sight of a gun. But no this Italy behind the violence.

"Why don't you have a seat America." Said Italy in a menacing voice. America was standing his ground and protesting the request by standing and staring daggers at Italy. It didn't phase him at all not even a flinch. Then Italy snapped his fingers and Romano kicked hard him into a seat. He groaned in pain, Romano's kick was surprisingly hard. But then again no one should be surprised Spain did teach him how to play soccer.

" America, We are friends now. And friends don't snitch on friends. Friends let other friends profit off their friends citizens." said Italy.

"Ugh... Yeah but with imports and stuff... This. This is just illegal. You can't just sell this stuff at my place." said America.

"Oh really? Well what about China and Britain? Britain sold opium at China's house and opium is illegal. Aren't they still friends?" pointed out Italy.

"Well yeah but... but that's...hmmm" America said as soon as he realized he had point.

"Well yeah! You see we like to look out for our friends. We also like to make sure their having fun." Romano said while playing with America's face to make him smile.

"Hehe.. Well, I guess I could let you guy's sell this stuff here... But don't tell my boss OK! I don't want to get in any trouble." Said America.

"We won't, wouldn't we get in trouble if you told on you though?" said Italy.

"Yeah I guess so. Oh but umm.... Not that I love it but.... If you guy's could maybe give me some booze so I could have awesome parties too that'd be pretty cool." said America as Italy smiled devilishly.

"Sure we'll give you some but were gonna have to charge, but we will give you the friends discount." said Italy.

"Wow! Thanks you guy's! You're the best!" shouted America naively not knowing that he was in for more than he bargained for.