Intractable Emotion. (A GerIta fanfic)

Chapter XIX. WE COULD ALL FOLLOW JAPAN & STALK OTHERS FOR WEIRD REASONS!

~Chapter XIX.~

WE COULD ALL FOLLOW JAPAN & STALK OTHERS FOR WEIRD REASONS!

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＊Romano's P.O.V.＊

It's not like I care about Stupid Italy and Germany's relationship problems and crap, but it annoys me that Germany thinks he can get away with hiding things from everyone. So I'm doing the only thing I can think of...

Stalking him.

Well, stalking is a strong word. I'd rather say I'm following the bastard around to see why he's being such an idiota outta nowhere. Yeah, that sounds better.

I brought Spain along since he wanted to see the drama, but right now he's more interested in the tomatoes at the food market we followed Germany into than actually figuring out what he's doing. I was going to invite Italy too, but he was too busy sulking and yelling about how Germany was "probably gonna run away to potato island with his new cuter italian" or something like that.

Germany's been wandering around this market forever, it's kinda pissing me off. I couldn't even see what he was buying since Spain & I had to keep a few feet away so he wouldn't notice. I'm not even sure why I'm doing this at all! My brother is an idiot, Germany's an even bigger one, and I feel it might be rubbing off on me.

"ARGHH HE'S PRETTY MUCH JUST GROCERY SHOPPING, THAT CULO! Let's go back hom-"

"Oh look, Germany's talking to a woman" Spain said casually, eating a churro that I didn't know when he bought.

"What?!" I turned around to see Germany with this lady, a busty lady at that, smiling and talking IN BROAD DAYLIGHT! THAT BASTARD! IF HE WANTS TO CHEAT ON MY BROTHER AT LEAST TRY TO HIDE IT!

"I'll kill that due tempi bastardo, come osa andare e flirtare con quella troia donna che guarda alle spalle di Feliciano ?! Io lo, uccido-"

"Shh shh, calm down Romano. You're going off in italian, I can't understand that much! We haven't even heard Germany's side of this all, don't assume anything yet" Spain said reassuringly, holding my hands so I wouldn't go smash Ludwig's skull in. Well, let's be honest, Germany's pretty buff, I'd probably be the one getting crushed, but I'd still insult him pretty badly.

I sighed, annoyed. "Fine, we'll follow this bastard around a bit more, but I swear if they go into a hotel I'm burning that shit hole to the ground!" I told Spain, grabbing his hand and sneaking quickly over to follow Germany and the lady I may or may not kill.

"They're getting into Germany's car" Spain whispered to me, and I rolled my eyes.

"Nooo, I thought they were getting into a toaster" I said sarcastically, then began walking to the parking lot.

"Where are you going?" Spain asked me.

"We're gonna follow that stronzo until we get proof."

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After watching them enter countless stores, buying roses and candies, gross romantic crap, and scented candles, I was ready to tear someone's head off.

"Cálmese, Lovino! You're squeezing the feeling out of my hand!" Spain told me, patting my shoulder with his free hand. I loosened my grip, huffing in anger.

"This guy really has no shame! I'll really kill him, y'know. I don't care if he's at least 6 inches taller than me and muscular as hell, I'll take a needle, pop those damn muscles of his, and then smash him into the ground!" I whisper-screamed since we were still following Germany down a sidewalk where store after store sat.