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JULY 2ND {still LOL XD}
"ROMANO!!!"
South Italy cringed at the sound of his brothers parakeet like voice. Sure enough, Venezino came charging in his sitting room, envelope in hand.
"Lookit! I got an invitation to America's fancy-dancey party!" North Italy said, bouncing up and down. "And Germany called! He's going to! Are you coming? Come! You really should! It'll be so much fu---"
"Shut up," Romano said, rolling his eyes. "Of course I'm not going. Not only will America be there, but so will that potato b*****d Ludwig. No. I'm not going." He snapped the paper he was reading, sharply, and went back to reading it. Italy looked at him with those sad, equal-sign eyes of his. He opened his mouth to whine, but Romano cut him off. "No. You're not going to do this to me again." He stood up, leaving the paper were it was. He walked to the door, storming the entire way. "There's no force on heaven or in hell that could make me go do that ---"
WHAM
Spain had opened the door that Romano stood in front of, smashing him against the door and the wall behind it. Italy blinked and then looked excited.
"Hi, Antonio!" He said, waving. "Romano was just here, er, a second ago . . ."
"Hi, Italy!" Spain said, holding up an envelope. "Are you and Romano going to Alfred's party? It looks like fun!" A figure appeared behind him. "Look, even Portugal got an invitation."
Alfonso smiled, a little bashfully.
"Naturally," he said, "I can't pass this up."
"So, are you going to RSVP? Do you want me to RSVP for all four of us?" Spain asked, excitedly. Romano moaned and pushed at the door that had konked him so hard. "Oh. There you are, Romano!"
"P-p-potatos . . . ." he said, watching the little winged spuds fly around his head. He shook himself and then glared at Spain. "Watch where you're ----!"
"Hey, now that you're here!" Spain said, cutting him off. Portugal watched, laughing softly, at Spain's enthusiasm. "Are you going to America's party? Me, Portugal, and Venezino are going! Maybe we can all go together! Likea group!"
Romano opened his mouth to snap out a no, but couldn't bring himself to do it. He balled his fists, hunched his shoulders, and growled out a "FINE. I'LL GO TO THE STUPID PARTY!" and stomped out.
Italy took a moment to process this information. Then he jumped up and down.
"Yaaaay~! Party, Party, Party!" He said, clapping his hands. "And where there's a party, there's bound to be . . .~!"
Spain and Portugal decided to join him in his sillyness for once and completed his sentance for him.
"PAAASTA~!" The three of them cheered. Italy opened his eyes for once, large brown orbs that shown with surprise. He put his hands on his hips and whined.
"Oh, come on guys, that's not funny!" He said, as Spain and Portugal laughed.
MEANWHILE . . .
Romania and Monaco were unlikely friends, but their silent demeanors made them click. So, as Monaco sat in an old armchair that smelt of must and age in a good way, reading an old book from the library of Romania's castle, Romania herself was dusting an old oil painting of a very severe looking man, with a beard, and dark eyes. The tarnished plaque beneath the picture read VLAD T-P--, DRA--U-A. She sighed, pressing her hand to his face, gently.
"Oh, Vlad," she muttered, her voice very accented. There was a chiming noise, just then. Someone pulling the bell? Romania lifted her simple dress as she decended the ladder and walked past Monaco, the female nation not looking up from her book, as the Romanian did so. Romania opened the peephole and stared through it.
"Oh," she said, unlocking the door. "It's Bosnia and Herzegonia."
Rosalie gave Georgina a certain look, before returning to her reading. The girl was a little naiave at times, though she supposed it came with her being such a country nation.
Emir smiled at Georgina, friendly, while Tatjana just handed her a letter.
"What do you know about this?" Herzegonia asked. Georgina blinked and took the letter.
"Oh," she said. "It's an invitation to America's party." She looked back to Emir and Tatjana. "I got one too. A while ago, I RSVP'd for me and Rosalie . . ."
Monaco blinked and looked up, eyes hard and stern.
"You did what?" She asked. "George, I told you I didn't want to go to that foolish party! Now, out of politeness, I have to go!" Georgina beamed at the sound of her nickname. She put her hands behind her back.
"Yes, with me," she said. Monaco only scowled and returned to her book. Romania, on the other hand, looked to Emir and Tatjana. "Will you to be going?"
Emir said "Yeah!" at the same time Tatjana replied with a flat, "No." Husband and wife looked at each other, one disappointed, the other accusing.
"You CAN'T want to go to that jerkface's party!" Tatjana said, poking her husband's chest. "He's been nothing but an airhead for going on 250 years! Now's not the time to try to shag up!" She crossed her arms, but, Bosnia had already put his foot down.
"Fine, Herzegonia," he said, crossing his own arms. "I'll just go by myself!" Tatjana's eyes narrowed.
"Oh no you don't! I'm not going to let you around all those hussies! Belarus and Ukraine will probably be there! Along with that whore Ireland and Vietnam and Taiwan and ----!"
Bosnia just listened as his wife ranted. It was a small price to pay, for just this once of getting to do what he wanted to do. He just crossed his arms, smirked, and listened, as Romania snuck to her phone to make a call to America . . .
 Blakaize · Fri Apr 09, 2010 @ 04:47am · 0 Comments |
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