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Germany's Plan to Take Down the Word
Chapter 4 – O.MA.KE –
"Fucking Potato Bastard!" Romano shouted as he tried and failed for the umpteenth time to calm the hyper-active trio.
They had woken up hours ago (around 5 in the AM), and they were only affected by their hangovers for around an hour after that. They had been running around the house and surrounding property until they decided it was about time that their 'adult' woke up.
Romano had been woken up rather unceremoniously at 7. By Spain jumping up and down on his chest and demanding food, "Roma~ Get up and make us some food, de acuerdo?
Was I really that annoying? Romano thought angrily to himself as he threw the small version of Spain out the window. The second story window and screaming, "Leave me alone Tomato Bastard! I was sleeping!"
The three had thought he might do that. France and Prussia were waiting on ground level, a taut blanket between them ready to catch their friend. Spain whooped in excitement as he fell from the second story window and landed on the blanket, relatively unharmed.
They cheered and Prussia laughed and yelled to Romano, "Yo! Romano! My turn next!"
Romano glared at the trio from his window, not entertained. He stomped downstairs and locked the front door, thinking that they were still outside. He smirked and turned around, seeing the trio heading to the kitchen.
He stood there very confused and chose to not question it. He reluctantly started making them tomato and cheese omelets, it was a better alternative then have them try to cook in their child forms and possibly burn down his house.
Once he was done he made them sit, he gave them their food and they all said thanks in their mother language before eagerly eating. Romano took his food and ate at the counter.
Once he finished eating, Spain jumped out of his chair and ran to Romano and hugged his legs, "Gracias Roma~," he said. Romano blushed at how innocent he looked and muttered, "No problem."
After they ate, the three were refueled. Romano groaned as they started jumping on the couches. Honestly… they were powerful countries (Ex-country in Prussia's case), and they were jumping on couches like undisciplined children.
He went into his office and turned on his iPod and put it into a dock, turning up the volume in hopes of blocking out their loud screams, and started typing out an essay his boss wanted by tomorrow.
But that was not to happen…
He heard a loud crash and Prussia's odd laugh and the other two shouting in shock.
Romano stood up and started yelling curse words in Italian, going to see what they had done. He stopped when he had entered his living room. On the ground was his 75" TV. Facedown. Smashed to bits. He stood there frozen for a few seconds before he turned to the trio.
Prussia was rolling on the floor laughing his ass off.
France and Spain looked at each other and noticed their disadvantage of being in the small bodies. Romano was rather strong if he was pissed off enough. And something told them that he was pissed off. They nodded at each other and ran in opposite directions, deciding to scatter.
They had forgotten about Prussia, and had left him on the floor. Romano picked up the albino and walked to the kitchen, opening a drawer and grabbed a length of rope.
Prussia had finally noticed what Romano was doing and struggled to get out of Romano's grasp, and failing. Romano grabbed a chair and went to the guest bedroom and opened the walk-in closet. He positioned the chair, sat Prussia down, and proceeded to wrap the length of rope around him, tying a secure knot once he was done.
"Hey! So not awesome! Let me go!" Prussia yelled trying to escape the bounds.
Romano smirked. "If you keep struggling, you're going to fall over." Prussia immediately stopped moving and glared at the Italian.
Now for the other two, Romano thought to himself, leaving the closet and began searching for the Spaniard and Frenchman.
He found France in his room, looking under the bed muttering to himself, "Je me demande où la pornographie est sa..." [I wonder where his porn is…]
Romano picked him up and he yelled out, "Why are you in here Frenchie?!"
"Where is your porn?! I know you have some!" France yelled as he tried to wriggle out of Romano's grasp. He grabbed another chair and gave him the same treatment as Prussia.
"So not cool Romano! Let me go or you shall paaaaayyyy!" Prussia yelled as Romano left them alone.
"Shut up bastardo, or I will get the duct tape," he said menacingly.
Prussia growled and France hushed him, knowing they would be there for a while.
Romano stalked around his house looking for Spain. He searched the whole house, twice and then stopped and frowned. He had a tomato garden! Of course the Tomato Bastard would be there!
He went outside and looked for him in the garden. Sure enough he was out there, eating one of his tomatos.
"Those are my tomato's, bastard!" Romano shouted, surprising the Spaniard. He started running. "Get back here!"
Romano started chasing him and after fifteen minutes of running around the gardens he finally caught him. "Stupido spagnolo! Ho intenzione di rubare tutti i pomodori! Io così voglio uccidere voi ei vostri amici stupidi. E una volta mi sono fatto con voi tre, sto per andare una 'chat' con quel bastardo maledetto tedesco! Fanculo tutto!" He shouted getting angrier and angrier. He brought Spain to his friends where he tied him up as well.
[Stupid Spaniard! I am going to rob all of your tomatoes! I so want to kill you and your stupid friends. And once I am done with you three, I am going to go have a 'chat' with that damn German bastard! Fuck everything!]
He stalked out of the house, leaving and not telling when he would be back.
Prussia continued to struggle and France was trying to calm down a sobbing Spain.
"Mes amis, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Surely your Roma will release you once he comes back."
Spain continued to cry, but in between sobs he managed to stutter out, "I didn't get to finish my tomato."
France paused once he understood what his friend said.
"Really? Really Toni?! We are locked in a raging Italians closet and we have no idea where he went or when he will be back. And you are crying because you didn't get to finish your TOMATO?!" Prussia yelled scooting closer to Spain so he could try and kick his seat over.
France sighed and scooted his chair to the corner so that he would both be out of their way and so he wouldn't be able to get knocked over.
This is going to take a long time, he thought to himself and looked on amusedly as he watched Prussia continuing to kick Spain's chair.