America's Crazy Ass States

That Isn't A Date, South Italy

(Note: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I got it done! For this chapter, I suggest reading the notes at the end. It explains some things and has some fun facts. There is some Italian in this chapter. I'm not so sure if I got it right. Please correct me if I get it wrong. I started Spanish this year, my teacher might be nice but her teaching methods are horrible. Spanish and Italian look pretty similar and sound kinda close but not too much.) 

Lovino bit his lip. Damn that fucking brat, he couldn't believe he got tricked by a child. 

The nation looked over to Alfred, who was babbling to Prussia. 

At first, he had been excited that he was invited to tour Wisconsin with ‎Feliciano, Germany, and Prussia. Lovino had wanted to prove that kid wrong. But he'd been putting it off for days. Now it was the last day in the U.S.A. 

He took a deep breath. Glancing over to where Feliciano was charming some girls with his accent. Lovino crossed the hotel lobby to where Alfred and Prussia were. Lovino cleared his throat, getting their attention. 

"Can I talk to you alone, Alfredo?" He asked, trying to fight off his blush. 

Prussia gave him a smirk before running over to bother Germany. Fucking potato dicks.

"Yeah, what is it?" Alfred prodded, slurping his drink.

 "I was wondering if you would like to get some lunch together." He answered, mentally slapping himself. 

He swore he could hear that child's annoying ass voice saying 'That's not a fucking date, Lovi'.

"Sure, what about the others?" Alfred hesitated. 

"I think they're a little busy." Lovino smirks, gesturing over to the three nations. 

The girls were cooing over a grinning Italy, who was carrying a blushing Germany princess style. Prussia was leaning against the wall choking on his laughter.

 The younger nation grinned and nodded his head. Before Lovino could ask where the other man wanted to go, Alfred let out a yell of IHOP and started dragging him. He tuned out the American's babbling and focused on their joined hands. 

Alfred's hands were so soft and warm. Lovino marveled at the nation's manicured nails. The only other nations he had seen with dolled up nails, besides the female ones, were France and Poland. And sometimes Prussia and Switzerland. Alfred's nails were short and painted pastel pink with a white tip. Lovino averted his eyes with a light blush on his cheeks. 

Turning the corner, Lovino couldn't help but chuckle at Alfred's delighted squeal when the man saw an IHOP. 

The Italian felt Alfred's excitement transfer to him as the other nation hopped on one foot while waiting for a table. 

A tired-looking waiter came over and led them to their table. Lovino sat on the side facing the door while Alfred sat with his back to the door. 

The Italian picked up the menu and inspected the choices. Damn, IHOP food has better choices than he thought they would. The spicy poblano omelet looks good. Their hash browns also look good. Not bad for a mostly American restaurant. 

"Alfredo?" Lovino asked looking up from his menu. 

"Yeah?" Alfred answered, continuing to drool over the choices on the menu. 

"What do you recommend for una bevanda?" He asked, grinning at the star-struck American. 

"Hot chocolate!" Alfred chirped immediately, flipping a page of his menu back and forth.