GerIta: Prank Gone Wrong

Chapter 7:: Problems With PMS

~-Germany's POV-~

  "Mmhm, Doitsuuuu! It hurts so bad!" Italy groaned, curled up in a feeble position on the couch, Prussia sitting beside her while comfortingly rubbing her side. The action making me just slightly angry... Aw hell, really angry.

  Hungary sat beside Gilbert, leaning on his shoulder, not-so subtly. Prussia sighed, leaning his head back. "Maybe you shouldn't have been unawesome, and turned yourself into a frauline." He muttered.

  Feli's eyes snapped open. In a flash, Italy was on her feet with Hungary's pan raised above her head. In one swift moment, the cooking utensil came crashing down on the albino's face. When the italian released the pan, Hungary was two feet away with Prussia's ruby eyes wide open and the same color of fluid dripping from his now bright red nose.

  Italy let loose a shriek before gathering my brother's head to her chest, shoving his face between her breasts where he struggled to breathe. "I'm so sorry!" She cried as he tried pushing her away, but failing miserably. My eyes widened watching, somehow glad it wasn't me that got hit, but it was him being buried into her chest like I for some-reason wished to be. "Mi dispiace! I'm so so so so so sorry!" Italy repeated her apology's, tears streaking her cheeks as everyone was too shocked to do anything.

  Feli... actually made someone bleed... I thought, glacing over at the other side of the room when I heard laughter. Romano had his arms around his stomach as he laughed. "That's-a my fratello!!" The older sibling shouted, holding onto Spain's arm for support.

  As I looked back at my brother, he was still struggling to escape with Hungary's help. I thought he'd like something like this. He usually took it to his advantage.

  "Ich fuu aweshome fu die in mien own blood!"  I barely heard him cry. Oh... That's the problem. His nose was still gushing blood, and it was getting it all over Feli's shirt.

  With a sigh, I stood and trudged over. I gently grabbed Italy's arms from behind so her back pressed against my torso. "Italy... I need you to let go of Gilbert. Let Elizaveta bandage him up."

  Sniffling, Feli nodded and slowly released the gasping albino. His pale hand immediatly flew to his nose and he ran off into a bathroom with Hungary staggering behind.

  "Let's go get you changed." I suggested, starting to lead her off, but Romano shoved me away.

  "NO! I'll be-a helping mio fratello change! YOU, stupido patato-eating bastardo, will not!" He sneered,  keeping his narrow eyes on me until he disappeared with Italy upstairs.

  Sighing, I headed for my cleaning supplies cabnit to clean up Prussia's blood.

  Once the mess was cleaned up and the supplies were put back, Gilbert plopped down back on the couch, toilet paper sticking out o either nostril. "Sho unaweshome. Mein aweshome nosh ish broken." He grumbled, voice sounding from his colgged up nose.

  Elizaveta sat beside him, letting out a soft exhale. "It is kinda of your own fault. You shouldn't have said anything about him turning himself into a girl." She pointed out, starting to run her fingers through his white locks, probably thinking that I couldn't see or wasn't paying them any mind. Maybe both. "Feli could be stuck like that forever. She really isn't used to having her period, and the first couple of periods are the vorst. Trust me, I'd know."

  Gilbert groaned. "I'll have to deal vith it like I do vith you? Man, zhat sucks. It's her first day, first time, und she's already vorse zhen you."

  I tuned out their conversation, and headed upstairs to check on the italian's and the spaniard. Well, two of the three are doing just fine, I could tell. Spain had Romano pinned up against the wall next to Italy's door, and had their mouths meshed together. Spain grinded up on Romano, causing the younger one to moan. God, I hope Italy doesn't walk out on this. I quickly snuck right into the bathroom right next to me, which I was so extremely glad for at the moment, and waited until the two were interupted or they stopped.

  "Fratello!" I heard Feli cry, causing the two in the hall way to groan. "I-a need help! I'm-a stuck!"

  "Of course you-a are." I faintly heard Lovino mumble as Spain chuckled. "Wait a moment, sore- uh fratello!" Romano caught his mistake, and hurridly changed it.

  I peeked out just in time to catch a glimpse of Romano standing on the tips of his toes to connect his lips with Spain's. It lasted only a short second before the younger man trudged inside Italy's room, slamming the door behind him.

  Stepping out, Spain looked at me. "How much did you see, amigo?" He asked, running a hand through his already messy hair.

  Sighing, I saw no point in lying. "Too much for my liking. Anyvay, how's Italy?"

  Antonio just grinned. "She's fine, for a girl on her period."

  Before I could open my mouth to speak again, the door flung open and Feli sprung out in one of her old shirts, barely coming down below her nicely shaped ass- shit, Lugwig! Pull it together!

  Feli spotted me, and tossed herself at me, wrapping her arms around my torso. "Germany!" She cried, nuzzling her face in my chest. Hesitantly, I hugged  back. "Do you-a love me?" She asked, looking up at me with pleading amber eyes.

  I felt my face burn, and my eyes avoided her. "V-vell, ja, b-but-"

  "Yay! Doitsu loves-a me!" The girl cheered, squeezing me tighter. I felt her breasts press up against my abdomen and when I looked down, her cute little butt stuck out as if waiting for me to grab it or smack it... What the hell!? I thought she had a nice ass before this, and now it's a crap-ton better!

  I bit my lower lip, my groin starting to ache again like it had last night. I turned my gaze from her body over to the couple in front of us. Romano was seething in anger at watching us whereas Spain was gently trying to calm down the italian.

  Sighing, I gently rubbed Italy's back, pressing my thighs together and trying to think o other things like wurst or pasta or hamburgers or fries... Why in the world am I thinking about food? Why am I thinking about American food!?