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{Romano's POV}
I was walking and chatting with the tomato bastard and my fratello. We were going to go walking through the Ipswich town to try to find food as the tomatoes Spagna brought ran out after a day (if that) and we were hungry...
We had been walking for nearly an hour just chatting when all of a sudden fratello went quiet. That was unlike him. Then, as I looked forward, I realised...
We just got into town. That was a lot of people...
Feliciano stopped and looked directly at me, worry in his eyes... I smiled the best I could towards him but I'm not good with comforting...
"F-fratello..." He looked as though he would cry and his voice was shaky. Spagna Just looked at me, obviously confused... I needed to help Feli and I didn't want that bastardo staring at me, so I had to try to fill him in on what was happening...
"Wait, an always happy and cheerful country like him, has social anxiety...?" He whispered to me as we sat on a nearby bench with Feli. "Sí." Was all I replied with before patting my fratellino on the head. I really was bad at comforting... But it was all I could do... I couldn't say anything, I would only end up insulting him...
Feli looked up at me with a shaky smile on his face and hugged me. At first I didn't know what I was supposed to do... But after a minute or so, I hugged him back. Spagna joined the hug soon after.
"Feli, do you want to go home?" I had to try to be nice. "B-but we need the food, you guys will have to g-go on without m-me..." I could tell he was trying to sound cheerful, but I could tell he was faking, he is my fratello after all...
I couldn't just leave him... What was I supposed to do, we needed food but if we left him people may stare and pick on him... After all, this isn't Italy, I know not everyone here is nice and kind... (Neither in Italy but at least we knew Italy well) "Nope." I told him firmly. "C-can I call England then? M-maybe he can help." He looked up at me again. Great. Now I had to think. Trust England with my fratellino. Or have no food. "Va bene. But just this once!" I had to trust my fratello, even if that meant having to deal with England... Feli looked almost excited as he took out his phone and called England.
*Ring ring*
"Ciao!"
"I-Italy??"
"Sì!"
"Why are you calling me??"
"I need a favour."
"Okay?"
"Can you come pick me up from Ip-switch? I'll explain later..."
"Fine. I'll be there in 10."
*Beep*
"He said he'll come get me, so now you guys can go shop, va bene?" I looked down at him, he was blushing very slightly, I was confused but tried not to show it, why was he acting so weird? "Va bene. We'll leave when he gets here."
It felt like hours sat there in silence. Every now and again Feli would shiver and I would Pat him on the head. Yeah, I really do suck at comfort... Finally, England shows up and Feli immediately hyped up. "Come on then Italy... " Feli stood up and grabbed the Brit's hand, making him blush. But only I seemed to notice this. I laughed quietly to myself. I whispered to Spagna, "I think England has a little crush... "
"YOU WANKER! I heard that!" Merda. I hid behind Spagna as the Brit took my fratellino away.
Me and the Tomato Bastardo went around all the shops with food and practically bought all the tomatoes from each one, plus some pizza, pasta and churros. But tomatoes are the best! I even wrote a song about them! But even though there were tomatoes, I still wasn't happy about leaving my fratellino and wanted to get him back as soon as possible. Anyone who spoke to me, I yelled insults back at them, but I was worried, okay? Spagna was failing at calming me, I wasn't very easy to convince or trust, especially as I don't trust anyone...
But hey, who cares?!
{meanwhile at England's house}
{England's POV}
Italy grabbed my hand. Why on earth would he do that?! Yeah, I know he is clingy but like this? To be honest, it's nothing really, he holds Germany's hand all the time, why was it affecting me so much? I looked at him, still holding his hand, "Hey, Italy, why are we holding hands?" He looked up at me, with a little red blush on his cheeks. "Sorry..." "No it's fine, it doesn't matter..." "You can call me Feliciano, if you want..." I felt my face burn "A-and you can call me Arthur" I am not to sure what is happening.
We would be home soon and I could have a cuppa before dinner. "Arthur?" I looked at him, after taking a few moments to register he'd even said anything. "Yeah?" "Do you have any pasta I can eat, I'm starving...?" "I believe so..." He quickly chirped up and walked a little faster. He actually did seem to run off pasta and nothing but pasta.
We eventually got home, I put the kettle on and got out a saucepan for Feliciano to cook his pasta in. "Here you go Ita- Feliciano" He ran up to the sausepan, put in the pasta and some cold water from the tap and put it on the hob. He was running around the kitchen, hunting for ingredients for the sauce. I made my tea and sat down at the table as I waited for him to make his food. He hums as he cooks and I can't help but think it's kinda cute... Oh, what am I saying?
As soon as he's finished making his pasta he sits at the table with me and practically inhales it, I watch him eat as I finish my tea. Romano will be back to pick him up soon and then I will be alone again... I try to start a conversation with Feliciano, "that pasta looks really good Feliciano! You'll have to share your recipe sometime..." He eats the last mouth full as he says "an Italian doesn't normally share his recipes, but I guess I can tell you!" He grabs a pen of the side and a piece of paper from off the microwave and writes down his pasta recipe in his neat, fancy writing. "Here you go!" I take the recipe from his hand and pin it to the fridge. You never know when an Italian is coming over, now, do you?
We chat for a while and then there is a knock at the door. It was Romano, you could tell by the worried Italian accent... Why was he always so worried anyway? I open the door to see Spain practically dragging Romano to my door. The only response from this is "sorry, amigo, he's stubborn." I sigh and mutter under my breath, "bloody wankers..." I went back into the living room to find a sleeping Feliciano. Great. Now Romano's gonna think I killed him or drugged him or something. But no instead he just said "typical Veneziano" and laughed. We all sat on the sofa and waited for Feliciano to wake. It only took THREE HOURS! Honestly, how can he just sleep anywhere? He woke up to us complaining about Germany...
As soon as Feliciano woke up Romano pulled him out the door and to their hotel room next door. Spain left shortly after, so I had another cuppa and went to bed.
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