Fixing The Broken Promise (GerIta {fluff} book 2)

Chapter3 Fratellos visit

•Romano's POV• [{ok!! Warning!! My little shippers!! This is in Romano's POV so it's going to be a very vulgar chapter.. Any chapter with him in it's going to have a lot of cussing.. Poor Germany...}]
"Let me go tomato bastard!!" I shouted at Spain yes I do love him just like I love my fratello... But in a different way we have been going out for three months now. I'm like this with everyone tho. Spain continues holding me in his lap forcefully I will add.
"Nope!" He replied hugging me.
"God dammit Spain let me the fuck go I don't have time for your shit!!" I shouted "I'm going to see Italy today.. And the potato bastard. And Japan.."
"Hmm.. You didn't call Japan a bastard?" He wondered
"Sí! Cause he's not fucking annoying and hugging me and holding me forcefully in his lap!!" I replied angrily.
"Aww~ your so cute when you're angry!" Spain cooed, I blushed.
"If you don't let me fucking go right this fucking minuet I'll call the mafia on you!!" I shouted Spain let go. He walked in the corner I saw tears in his eyes. I sighed and followed him. I grabbed his arm. "Spain, you know I didn't mean that right?" I asked
".." No reply.
"I just get angry sometimes.. I'm sorry... Forgive me? Tí amo Spain..." I whispered blushing fiercely he suddenly gripped me in a tight bear hug.
"I forgive you!! I love you too Romano!!" He said crushing my ribs and lungs happily.
"Now will you put me down?" I grit my teeth as I said this "please?"
"Since you asked so nicely!" He said and dropped me.
I got in my car and drove to my fratellos house.
~~~~~~~time skip by; Holy Roman Empire! Romano said "please?"!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I knocked on the door. "Potato bastard! Fratello?" I shouted through the door. Suddenly the door opens before I can knock again. It is Japan.
"Herro Romano-san." He greeted me his Ls sounding like Rs.
"Hi, where's my fratello and the potato bastard?" I asked
"I'm so sorry, but they're not home." Replied Japan bowing apologetically.
"Where the hell are they?!" I demanded
"They're over at Hungary and Austria's." He responded politely. "Can I get you something?"
"No thanks, I've got to go talk to Italy.." I replied I didn't have to, but I wanted to.
So I sighed irately and got back in my car. "Why does he pick today of all days to go to Austria's and Hungary's?" I asked myself
~~~~time skip by: The Riddler~~~~~~~~~
I got to my destination I took the keys out of the engine and knocked on the door. "Hello?" Answered Hungary "Oh! Romano what a nice surprise!!"
"Hello Miss. Hungary!" I replied smiling a little
I am nice to Miss. Hungary because she has a fucking frying pan and she knows how to use it. She's also kinda like Italy's mama.. So she's like my mama too since we are the closet of our brothers.. I'm also a little scared of her... She can beat the shit out of you if you get her pissed off enough.
"Come on in dear Italy and Germany are in the kitchen eating." She said gesturing me in, there's another thing I like about Miss. Hungary she always knew what I wanted.
I walked through the door and she went back to Mr. Austria and sat in his lap. He kissed her cheek she giggled and blushed.
I walked in the kitchen to Italy and the potato bastard. "Ve~ fratello!" Italy said happily running to me his dress flouncing around him. He hugged me which I returned unwillingly. Wait is he wearing a dress?! I thought in disbelief. Germany is staring at him with love in his eyes?! Fuck no! I thought angrily.
"What are you staring at potato bastard?!" I demanded putting my fratello behind me.
"Romano! Be nice to-a Germany..." He told me.
I growled and glowered at Germany but let Italy go, who went straight to Germany sitting in his lap. Germany blushed and wrapped his arms around him. Huh I guess it's reversed here. Instead of the one who's on the lap struggling and blushing to get away it's the one who is being sat on. He's just blushing tho, don't sympathize with the potato bastard!
"Did you-a need something fratello?" Asked Italy who was holding hands with Germany their fingers intertwined.
"Sí, why aren't you at home?" I asked
"Ve~ well-a it's a long story [{it's in the first book}]." Italy replied.
"Oh.." I said as Italy explained it all. "I'll be going now. You hurt my fratello I'll call the mafia on you!" I threatened no promised the potato bastard. I then left and went back home to Spain..