GerIta: Prank Gone Wrong

Chapter 4:: Realizing the Enevitable

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~-Italy's POV-~

  As my big brother shouts out the window at big brother Spain, I lean back against the headboard and hug my knees to my chest. My new body felt.... Weird. Scary even. I didn't know what to do. I was frightened out of my wits. It was scarier then anything else, waking up to being in a different body. I wanted to be normal again. I wanted to be a guy again.

  I watched Lovino stomp over to the door while grumbling under his breath, then slammed the entrance shut. "Romano....?" I whispered, shivering at how my voice came out. It was rather scary.

  "What!?" He snapped, whipping around to face me. I flinched, closing my eyes, feeling more tears build up at Romano's outburst. He seemed to realize what he did because he then sighed and wrapped his arms around me as he kneeled beside me. "Mi dispiace, Fratello.*"

  At his rare, warm embrace, I snuggled into him, clutching his shirt. "You-a need to-a call sorella now..." I whimpered. "I'm-a not a boy anymore."

  A low growl rumbled in Lovino's throat. "No! You're-a my fratello! Egland's going to-a get his ass beaten if he-a doesn't change you-a back, and he is changing you-a back, whether anyone-a likes it or not!" He grabbed my shoulders firmly and pushed me back to look me in my eyes. "I'm-a not having any stupido patato-eating bastard taking advantage of- a you!"

  Sobbing again, Romano wrapped his arms back around my shoulders while rocking me back and forth, a soft italian lullaby slipping past his lips. "Grazi* fratello."

  Downstairs, I heard voices, but decided to stay in Lovi's arms where I steadily calmed down.

~-Downstairs-No one's POV~

  "Vhat's happened to Italy zhat vas so bad zhat ve had to come?" Austria asked as his slipped off his coat with the help of Hungary and an albino following them in shortly.

  "Ve do hope he's alvright." Hungary whispered, looking at Germany.

  "Hey, Spain! Vhat's up!?" Prussia shouted, jumping over the back of the couch, then sitting next to Antonio who was massaging his ankle.

  The brunette chuckled. "I took a really cute video of Roma and Italy that I'll show you have you find out what's up, amigo." Spain slid his phone in his pocket with a sly smile.

  "So vhat happened?" Ausria asked again.

  Germany sighed, glancing up the stairs. "England is vhat happened." The blonde stated in a low voice, everyone else in the room aside from Spain and Japan paling.

  "Oh, my poor Italy!" Hungary cried, then bolted upstairs to help comfort the small italian. Once she opened the door, the people downstairs heard her gasp. "I-Italy?" She asked. There was no reply. "Oh, Italy!"

  Austria and Prussia ran up a moment later, and froze at the door. A female Italy was sandwich hugged between Lovino and Elizaveta. Italy looked up at the two men in the doorway, her eyes closed. "Mr. Ausria?" She whimpered.

  Italy and Hungary were the only ones who ever called him that. He came over silently before uneasily wrapping his arms around the three, not quite used to showing his affection in this manner.

  Germany and Japan soon stood behind Prussia. "Vhat England did is so unawesome! He is changing Italy back! For now, don't invite Francy-pants or he'll moleste her." Gilbert muttered, then grinned. "Yo, brohas! Is she wearing your shirt?" He asked, looking up at his younger brother while suggestively wiggling his white eye brows.

  Ludwig's face almost instantly went bright red, but he quickly turned away in hopes of hiding. "Vell, vhat else vas she supposed to vear? Her pants would be too big and her shirts von't exactly cover everyzhing, so I gave her one of mine."

  Prussia decided it would be fun to tease his younger brother even more. "Admit it, bruder*! Seeing her in your shirt turns you on like it did last year vhen his clothes vere all torn up."

  Thinking back to last summer when they were visiting Austria and Hungary while Prussia had decided to screw around with Austria, Germany was completely flushed. Italy got caught in thorn bushes while tackling with Prussia(Italy actually tried beating up Prussia for fun), and Germany had let the small man barrow his shirt. Ludwig would only admit it to himself, but seeing Italy in his shirt did turn him on. Seeing the now female Italy in his shirt was odd, but he dd start to burn up noticing how good she looked in it.

  With a sigh, Germany turned around. "Shut up, Gilbert." He grumbled before walking away.