Meet the capitals: Budapest (aka me), Berlin, Tokyo, London, Washington DC, Königsberg, Vienna, Rome and Moscow!
Everything was fine....that is...until the 2p!'s decided to ruin everything.
I originally wrote this on QuoteV soo....
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I'm Rome, or Lucilla Vargas, and I'm sitting on a private jet to the UK. Heights usually scare me but I LOVE airplanes.
My fratelli Italy and Romano are sitting next to me; Italy is humming a song about Germany and Romano is looking really annoyed.
I start singing with Italy until the whole plane is filled with our jolly singing.
"IDIOTAS!" Romano yells, standing up swiftly and scaring Italy and I. "STOP SINGING ABOUT THOSE POTATO LOVING BASTARDS!"
Then I do something very unexpected.
I slapped him.
"How dare you insult Germany. My boyfriend is Berlin, capital of Germany. And he is better than you. So just shut your mouth." I hissed.
Romano was staring in shock, holding is sore cheek. Italy was running around the landing plane waving a white flag.
"We're here!" Italy celebrated, running off the plane as quickly as possible. I ran after him and Romano sulked behind us.
We entered the airport, going to the lobby (I think?). That's when I spotted a ruffled blond head, bright green vest and baggy trousers.
"Fidanzato!" I yell, running up to the ragezzo and latching my arms around his neck. I nuzzled his hair as he sighed.
"Hallo Rome..." Berlin slowly pried my arms off him than turned around and gave me a kiss. On the lips.
Ahhhh....E 'un grande baciatore !
He pulled away and blushed furiously. I giggle at my fidanzato's actions.
I kiss him on the lips, catching him offguard. I mean, I wanted to savour this one this time.
He was surprised at first but slowly began leaning into the kiss. I nibbled his lip and could see his face get redder. Had he never kissed a girl before?
I pulled away, gasping for breath. That's when I realized four people were watching us; Königsberg, Prussia, Germany and Italy.
Italy started squealing while Prussia and Königsberg laughed their albino heads off. Germany stood there with a shadow of a smile.
"Lovebirds are so awesome!" Königsberg panted, out off breath from laughing while his elder albino brother was curled up on the floor, finding it difficult to breath.
I tug Berlin's arm. "Let's go to that coffee shop.." I say, dragging him to the said outlet.
He doesn't protest, and soon enough we are sitting at a table. I'm drinking a cappuccino, while he is drinking a cup of Jacobs. Jacobs is a German coffee brand.
I nibble little biscuits, while leaning on Berlin. Berlin is staring out of the window, absentmindly shovelling cake in his mouth.
"Dieser Kuchen ist köstlich.." He muttered, as I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep in the warm and inviting atmosphere.
Translations German Hallo: Hello Dieser Kuchen ist köstlich: This cake is delicious Italian Fratelli: Brothers Idiotas: Idiots Fidanzato: Boyfriend Ragezzo: Boy E 'un grande baciato !: He is a great kisser!
