Bastard, Jerk (RomaCan)

Sei

If you think that I'm going to be all cliche and they (somehow) end up sleeping in eachothers arms, well... YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

I'm trying to be as uncliche as possible, so none of that shit. 

Ciao! 

--Heyo

ROMANO POV

Light.

That's what greeted Romano when he woke up.

Evil,

Evil,

Light. 

He blinked his eyes open. There was still sleep in them. Sunlight filled the backseat, shining onto his face and splashing color everywhere. Groaning and rubbing his eyes, he lifted himself from the hard seat. 

"Ahh... Morning, Romano!", Canada chirped from the front seat. The country had his phone out, and from the way he his thumbs were moving rapidly across the screen, he was probably playing a game. Romano frowned. He sounded way too happy, especially considering last night. He pushed the thought away and climbed over the seats into the driver's seat.

He felt someone's gaze on him and he looked from the steering wheel. Canada had been staring at him, mouth slightly open. He smirked. "What are a-you looking at? It's just a-me", he said. The young country looked away, face going red. What is it with this guy and staring at me? Well, he is pretty cute.

Romano blushed. What the fuck? He is NOT cute. That's not what you thought yesterday... His mind answered. No. Just no. SHUT THE FUCK UP ME! He squinted, head hurting from his mind battle. He turned back to the steering wheel and tried to silence his mind as he started the car.

There could be no distractions. 

 TIIMMMEEEEE SKIIIIP

Romano sighed, looking gloomily out the window, elbow on the velvet armrest of his seat. A few hours ago, they had crossed the border into France(jeez, that sounds so wrong don't think like that me) and had stopped at a small town. They had hoped to get some lunch. Then things went south-- for Romano.

 Just his luck, it turned out that Canada, or Maple Bastard as he liked to call him, was related to France. Apparently, he had been raised by the fuckboy. It was even more of his luck that one of France's many vacation homes was in the same town, and that he was staying there for a while. As soon as Canada had heard he had begged(more like forced) him to visit. Romano didn't have the heart to tell him that he hated France. 

So now they were stuck inside of France's vacation home. Oh joy. 

"Are you okay mon ami?" said France's annoying voice. Romano turned away from the window and glared at him. "Don't you-a 'mon ami' me, fuckboy", he said testily. France didn't look very surprised, though he did lean away slightly. He put his hand behind his head, brushing back his long, wavy blonde hair. "You never were the forgiving type", he said uncomfortably. Romano looked away again. He didn't like this tension.

His eyes swept the room, scrutinizing everything. Fancy. He wouldn't have expected anything less of France. Finally, his gaze stopped on Canada, who was whistling happily and bouncing in his seat. He looked so much like France, but a little like America too. He definitely had America's energy. Romano blushed, thinking about what he had thought earlier. France must have noticed his face redden, because his next words were: "So, what are you doing with mon Canadia? I didn't really think he would be your type... Then again, opposites attract I guess." 

If Romano's face was red before, it was nothing compared to now. His face went from tomato to cherry in the space of a few seconds. "S-shut up!" France smirked, and started stroking his hair softly. "Oh really? Is that all you have to say?" His fingers got dangerously close to Romano's curl, and he gave it a small tug. Romano immediately slapped his hand away, and got out of his seat. "I'll be outside", he said in a hard voice. 

Romano crossed the room, ignoring France's snickers and Canada's concerned look. He opened the door and walked out, slamming it behind him. He shivered, immediately regretting his decision. Twilight was always the coldest time. His breath steamed in the air. In the semidarkness, he could see his car sitting in the driveway. Oh how satisfying it would be to drive away and leave Canada here... He could go back to Italy, get some gelato, maybe eat some pasta, and then prank Germany. He sighed, thinking of the possibilities. 

But he would lose the trust and company of the one person who trusted him. He couldn't risk that... Could he? Slowly, he turned away from the driveway and put his hand on the shiny brass handle of the door. He could be free of this torture... 

Without another thought, he opened the door, and a blast of warm air hit him. He stepped inside quietly, then jumped. Canada was standing in the hall. His eyes were bright with worry. He smiled. Romano grinned sheepishly. "You okay, eh?" Canada said. Romano nodded and reached out his hand, allowing himself to be led into the light.