The Tinkering Trio (an APH fanfic)

Chapter 9

A/n

fUkC I'm am so sorry ahead of time sHIT

After a long morning, countries filed off the boat and onto a shuttle bus. They left Mackinaw Island and now heading for the hotel to pack. The next World Meeting was in two weeks and most countries would be heading back home to repack and relax before heading back to America except for the Italies and Poland. Romano had no interest, but Italy manged to talk him into staying at America's house with them.

On the bus, Canada was looking at the  schedule of the year's W.Ms. Canada sighed,

"Why is the next World Meeting all the Way in Seattle?"

"Remember back in 2010 when you guys almost set the entire office building on fire back in Kansas?" America asked (too loudly), who was sitting next to Canada.

"Yeah...?"

"Well, none of the neighboring states want us in their office buildings anymore, and the only free one was in Seattle," America laughed. He was actually pretty pissed at the time, but he had to play along as the idiot.

"Oh I see."

The countries finally arrived at the hotel and checked in. They packed, then back on the shuttle to go to their destined Airports.

America sighed loudly as he plopped face-first into the couch. It as been a long, long, day of waiting at airports and driving place to place. It was nearly 11pm when the four arrived at America's.

"Hey, Feli? Where's this car? I want to see it," Romano said. He tried to sound like he could care less, but his eyes darted around curiously.

"Oh! It's this way," Italy said pointing to the door leading into the garage, "America? Poland? Are you coming?" Italy said. They both nodded and followed. Italy opened the door flicked the lights on. On the other side was a half built car with a wall of cabinets a counter on the left, the garage door on the right, in front of them a wall lined with wood and wood machines and on the same side of the door was metal stacked upon metal. The room had a dusty smell to it and the temperature was cool. 

Romano looked around.

"So is this what you guys have been working on for the past year?" He said looking at the car.

Italy laughed light-heartedly, "Sí!"

"Impressive."

Romano's eyes searched the room once more, it landed on a large, tan tank in the top-left corner by the garage door. Romano whipped around,

"You Idiot! I may not know as much as you do, but you still can't be thinking about using that! It-It!" Romano yelled angerly, cutting himself off by growling. He pointed at the tank in the corner.

"Romano please..." Italy tried, but Romano ignored him.

"Don't you remember the last time you used that chemical?!" Romano shouted. Poor America and Poland could only stand there awkwardly and confused.

"Romano, Poland and America know how to use this and I'm safe this time. I promise," Italy reasoned, but Romano wasn't having it.

"I won't allow it! Find a different chemical or something! Otherwise I'm leaving!" Romano instantly regretted his words, but he wasn't going to take them back. Italy huffed,

"We've been planning this for three years! We can't simply 'change' a little detail just because you want to!"

"It won't be a little detail if someone gets blown up!"

"I've handled worse then this! I've handled molten iron before, I am fine! It happened only once!" Italy said the last word sharply. He was starting to get annoyed.

"Just do as I say!"

"I won't because I am able to do what I want."

"Utilizzare un materiale diverso! Non voglio che voi o il nostro paese cade a causa di questa sostanza chimica!" Romano spat at Italy.

"Come ti ho detto, non possiamo farlo!" Italy shot back back. Suddenly, the two started to shout Italian at each other and only America was able to understand most of it which left Poland confused, though he could tell it was starting to get brutal. This went on for only a few minutes, but it felt like years. Romano shouted one last thing and walked out the front door, slamming it shut.

What did I just do? Italy thought sadly, trying to keep tears from escaping as he watched his brother leave. He felt a light touch on his shoulder,

"Italy are you alright?" Poland asked.

"Fine." Was all Italy said as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"If you don't mind me asking... Why was Romano keeping us from using-" America started.

"Around 50 years ago, I used the same Material on another project- but it went wrong and it exploded practically in my face," Italy said and the other two nodded. America lead them to the living room where they sat on the couches to continue the story.

"I was hospitalized and I was in a coma for two weeks- I had Romano and Germany worried sick. It took even longer to heal," Italy lifted some hair from his forehead, "This was the scar." The scar was mostly faded, but some patches on his forehead were faintly lighter then the rest. It first glance you wouldn't even see it.

Like humans, countries can get scars the represent a country scar as a whole or regular human scars. Luckily this was just a scar for Italy, and not the country.

It turned agonizingly quiet in the room as the Trio sat in still silence. Poland rested his forehead against his arms which were propped up by his legs. America was leaned back into the couch, his arms folding as he stared into nothing. Italy just sat there, staring into the table with empty eyes. As all three reflected, the room started to get depressing until Italy stood up,

"I'm going to bed," was all he said, then walked up the stairs. America nodded,

"Yeah, it's pretty late. Are you coming, Poland?" Poland nodded and followed the three got ready for bed, then fell asleep the best they can.

A/n

Ffffffff this book has so much angst oml im sooo sorryyyy

And this isn't even the last of it either >.<

-unedited-