[Fanfic] It's Better if you Don't Explain Yourself
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Title: ASoUSE -- It's better if you don't Explain yourself
Author:
nekojirou_san (a.k.a saimai)
Warnings: Dialogue heavy.
Characters and Pairings: Romano x Spain, Italy, Germany, Hungary, Austria, Prussia, Japan
Summary: Romano sucks at video games. Germany receives a queer form of advice from Japan. Chao ensues.
Author's Note:
As the title says, it's better if you don't think while you read this.
0-0
A SERIES OF UNRELATED SHORT EVENTS
It's better if you don't Explain yourself
0-0
The curl on his head twitched as he squinted at the TV screen with incomparable concentration. He was so close to the goal, but at the last second, his vehicle reached the wall.
"WHAT IS THIS!? DAMNIT!!" Romano threw the remote at the TV in frustration. "It's a conspiracy!"
Spain laughed his carefree laugh. "Wow, you really are horrible at this, aren't you Lovino?"
"Shut up you bastard! I don't suck at this game! I DON'T!" He complained.
"Hahaha, calm down."
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Romano stood up briskly. "I'll prove it to you! JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE!"
"W-wait a sec, Lovino! There's no need to be so brash ..." Spain tried to calm down the younger the nation. "Look at it on the bright side, you got much better since this morning!"
South Italy shot Spain a glare. "I'M LEAVING!" He announced as he ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Spain sighed. "And here I was going to let him win the next round ..."
-0-
Romano smashed through the door with incredible force. "STUPID LITTLE BROTHER!"
"Ve?" Italy turned towards his, now broken, door. "Ah! B-big brother ...!"
Without bothering to explain his sudden intrusion, Romano kneeled down in front of his brother and poked his brother forcefully. A cold fear swept Italy's face. "W-what's wrong?" He stuttered as he tried to ignore Romano's scary expression.
"We're going to play a little game ..." He answered with a smirk.
"U-u-uhh ... L-lovino?"
"I CHALLENGE YOU--!"
"Gii!" Italy cried out taking a defensive position, ready at any second to pull out the white flag from his back pouch.
"--TO A MARIO KART MATCH!"
-0-
Elsewhere, Germany was in a terribly tight spot.
This is a story from a few days ago. Germany was a bit troubled by his inability to express his feelings for Italy ---
(Germany) "HEY, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?"
--- Ahem, uh, properly. After scolding Italy for some reason, the poor nation ran off and disappeared. Germany didn't run after him this time, frustrated at himself for screaming at the other man once again. "Oh! What will I do if he hates me?" he told himself in desperat--
(Germany) "I DID NOT! STOP MAKING THINGS UP!
--- Gosh, he's annoying, isn't he? Ahem. Moving on, Germany was incredibly disappointed in himself. He wanted to do something nice for Italy, but he had no idea what.
At the end of his rope, Germany was prepared to call France until Japan came to visit.
"Oh, Germany-san. What's wrong?" Japan asked, looking concerned. "If you don't relax, those wrinkles on your forehead won't disappear."
Germany closed his eyes and took the Thinker's pose on his desk table. "It's alright, don't worry about me."
"Did you get in a fight with Italy-kun again?" The asian guessed, making Germany flinch a little. "Ah well, in your case, it'd be more one-sided screaming."
Finally, unable to take it anymore, Germany got up and approached the much shorter nation. A look that said "You have to help me. I'm desperate. I don't know what to do. I was about to call France." met Japan's unaffected stare.
"Germany ... -san?"
The blond placed his palms on Japan's shoulders. "Please. I need your advice."
-- which finally brings us back to our current situation.
Currently, on Germany's desk, was a pile of things he had no idea what he was supposed to do with. The wrinkles on his forehead went up by one as he stared at the volumes sitting in front of him.
For good measure, Germany did open one of them and read it (more or less) thoroughly. He was glad no one else was in the room, for his face had been bright red the entire process.
Indeed, the volumes would definitely help him, but there was only one problem with Japan's advice.
Germany was too embarrassed to do any of the things he found in those manga.
That's right. The volumes on his desk were only one thing. Yaoi manga.
-0-
"Ve ... Big brother, I'm hungry! Come on, let's take a break already!" Italy complained to his brother. "My thumb's all sore! I want pasta!"
"NOT YET! I still haven't beaten you yet!" Romano shouted, starting the new race. "Oi! Come back here stupid little brother!"
"I don't wanna! I'm going to call Germany! GERMANY!!"
Romano grabbed onto his brother's ankle and stopped him from running out of the room. "Damnit, stupid brother! There's no need to call that potato bastard here!"
"Waa! But I'm hungry and my fingers hurt!" Italy continued as he tried to struggle out of Romano's grip. "I never thought I get tired of hearing Mario's voice ever!"
"It's only been a couple of hours! Learn some diligence, stupid little brother."
"Ve ..." Feliciano sat back down. "Why are you desperate anyway, big brother?"
South Italy frowned as he looked at his brother's innocent face. Obviously, he wasn't asking with much thought. Frustrated, Romano pulled Feli's cheeks. "Shut up! It's none of your business!"
"Veveveve ... Ouch, that hurt."
"Hmph! Deal with it you stupid weakling! Come on, I'm starting the race."
-0-
Prussia stormed through the door. "Yo, West! What's up?"
Germany jumped in his seat and dropped the manga he was holding. "N-nothing! W-what--Have you ever heard of knocking?" He stuttered as he tried to get rid of all the volumes by shoving them under the table. In his futile attempt to hide them, a few of them dropped at the foot of his desk.
Prussia gave hearty laugh. "What? Reading porn all alone again?" He teased picking up one of the books on the floor. "Let's see, what is this? 'Doki doki High School life' ... ?"
"I-It's nothing. Put it back down!" Germany cried.
"Oh, but why should I? Look! You're face is all red, this must be some really intense stuff." Prussia opened the manga in his hands. "..."
Germany shrugged and took the Thinker's pose again.
" ... Hey West?"
"What is it?"
"Can I borrow a few of these?"
-0-
Hungary wiped the stray tear from her eye. "My, this is absolutely wonderful. Who did you say you got it from, Roderich?" She asked, laughing.
Austria was tuning his piano. Hungary was sitting on the nearby couch reading Japan's BL manga. "I ran into Japan after he paid Ludwig a visit. He had some extra on him so I brought it home."
"Oh?" Then, Hungary realized. "Wait, Japan gave these to Germany? What for?"
"Who knows? It probably has something to do with Feliciano, don't you think?"
"With Feli, huh?" An improbable fantasy crossed her mind. A smirk crossed her lips. "Come on, Roderich! We're going to find Germany right now."
"Huh? B-but why? I'm not done tuning my piano!"
"Shush, no complaints. We're leaving." Hungary tucked the manga in her dress somewhere and dragged Austria off his precious grand piano.
-0-
Romano and Italy's thumbs were beyond sore. Who knew playing Mario Kart could become such a extreme sport?
"Ve ... I can't even hold a fork properly anymore!" Italy stated. "I'm so sorry pasta. You're right here and I can't even eat you!"
"You little wimp!" Romano exclaimed, as he forced the utensil in his hands to move. "See? It's not that hard!" He boasted, bringing a forkful of pasta to his mouth.
"That's not fair, big brother! Feed me too!"
"O-oi, don't move around so much!"
Italy pushed himself towards his brother in attempt to take a bite of food as well. Romano had to do the matrix in order to escape the other nation. "D-damnit! Eat your own food!"
"But it's your fault I can't even hold a spoon! Ve, feeding me should be the least you can do!"
"That's not my problem! You're just being a wimp! If you were really hungry, you'd be able to hold that fork!"
"Big brother, you meanie!" Italy exclaimed as he full-on jumped Romano.
"O-oi! D-damnit! S-stop! FELI!"
Italy pushed himself up and ultimately took the bite of pasta. Tiny hearts seemed to float around his head. "Pastaaa ..."
"Okay, okay! There! Damnit, you got your bite. Now get off me!"
-0-
"Germany, we've come to visit!" Hungary greeted cheerfully. "Oh, Gilbert's here too."
Prussia and Germany scrambled quickly around the desk to hide the manga volumes. Austria sighed tiredly at their pathetic attempts.
"Yo, you two! What's up?" Prussia returned the greeting in a fake happy tone. "Well! This place is getting a little crowded. I'll be leaving no--"
With a bright smile on her face, Hungary bent down to pick up a stray book. "Aw, but we just got here Gilbert! Why don't you stay and watch too?"
"W-watch what?"
The young woman walked towards Germany's desk and returned "An Exotic Forbidden Love" to him. The blond gulped and promptly threw the book under his desk with the rest of them. Hungary's smile was starting to freak him out, but he dared not say a word.
"Oh Germany! Why didn't you say anything? I've heard you're planning on confessing to Feli!"
Prussia gawked from his spot beside Austria in front of the office door. "Huh? What's that about?"
Austria pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose and sighed again. "Who knows?" He replied sarcastically.
The albino gave it a five second thought. "WHAT!? You're going to confess to pasta boy!?"
"WHO SAID I WAS GOING TO!?" Germany screamed back, his voice cracking. "I ... I was just ... uh ... doing cultural exchange with Japan! Yes, that's right. Cultural exchange."
Hungary clapped her hands together. "Cultural exchange, huh? My! That is interesting. Why don't we take it to the next level?"
A menacing gleam went through her hazel eyes.
Women are scary. Remember that.
-0-
It was always much easier to have meeting's at Germany's place. At Japan's place, it felt way too cozy and the trio would often end up lazing instead of doing anything productive. How it was at Italy's place needed no explanation.
And so, Japan made his through Germany's exquisite yard to the front door when he suddenly heard Italy's voice from behind.
"Hey, Japan!"
"Ah, Italy-kun." The asian greeted back with a bow. "That's rare. You're pretty early today."
"Ve!" He exclaimed. "I had to escape big brother ... at that rate my finger would've broken off!"
"A-ah ..." Japan let out, feigning understanding as he usually did.
"I couldn't even eat my pasta properly! It was horrible! I thought I was going to die!" Italy continued to say all the while using mystical hand gestures.
Japan laughed at his stories while remaining oblivious to what Italy and Romano were doing in the first place. "Siblings are nice, aren't they?"
"Eeeh, you think that Japan?"
At Germany's door, Italy pushed through. "Germany, we're here!" He greeted happily, ready to pounce the german at any given moment with his ultimate hug of doom. Then,
"I LOVE YOU!" ... was the first thing Japan and Italy heard when they entered the room.
Japan took out a small digital camera from his pocket and quickly snapped a shot. "What's happening here?" He then asked.
"Feli! Japan! Good timing!" Hungary greeted with a smile. Beside her, Prussia was writing something in his notebook furiously.
And, in front of them ...
"So Ludwig, would you mind getting your hands off me now?" Austria asked, suppressing his temper. (Go on. Imagine the position they were in.)
Germany's face had turned bright red. "T-this isn't what it seems!" He tried.
"Eeeh! Germany's going to marry Austria?!" Italy conjectured, surprised.
"NO! THAT'S NOT IT! NOO! YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG ITALY!"
"Ve? Then why were you confessing?"
While Germany desperately tried to explain himself to Italy, Japan retreated to Hungary's and Prussia's side. His camera at hand, ready to snap. "What's all this about?" He asked, snapping another photo.
Hungary brought up a manga. "We were just reenacting scenes from this." She looked down at Prussia for a second. "You are writing all of this down, right?" She threatened to the albino.
Purssia gulped. "Yes ma'am!"
Japan gave a nervous laugh. Wait, does that mean this is all my fault? he thought. Looks like I should just blend in with the furniture for a while ...
Meanwhile, Austria was already sitting on the couch drinking his coffee with extra cream. "All of you are morons."
-0-
Chaos continues to reign in the world ...
End ... ?
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Notes:
I can't write as Spain ... at all. He's the character that resembles me the most, as such, the lines don't come out as easily.
When I write, I always pretend to be the character themselves. The lines come pouring out that way. But in Spain's case, he's so much like me that whatever I write for him sounds like something I'd say. Conclusion? HOMFGBBQ! I Mary Sue'd him. So basically, I took him out of the chapter completely. On the other hand, I damn love playing Romano.
Also, I finally got trigger happy Japan in here. I re-watched the anime recently and remembered he was part-Otaku and not 100% waifu like he is in my head canon. Though, since I'm so used to waifu!Japan, it suddenly feels like I OOC'd him.
Finally, about the ending. I was originally going to have Italy cry thinking Germany was cheating on him ... but that wasn't half as funny as I what decided with in the end. It's best to leave crack as crack.
BTW, Hungary > All. KTHNXBAI!
Title: ASoUSE -- It's better if you don't Explain yourself
Author:
nekojirou_san (a.k.a saimai)
Warnings: Dialogue heavy.
Characters and Pairings: Romano x Spain, Italy, Germany, Hungary, Austria, Prussia, Japan
Summary: Romano sucks at video games. Germany receives a queer form of advice from Japan. Chao ensues.
Author's Note:
As the title says, it's better if you don't think while you read this.
0-0
A SERIES OF UNRELATED SHORT EVENTS
It's better if you don't Explain yourself
0-0
The curl on his head twitched as he squinted at the TV screen with incomparable concentration. He was so close to the goal, but at the last second, his vehicle reached the wall.
"WHAT IS THIS!? DAMNIT!!" Romano threw the remote at the TV in frustration. "It's a conspiracy!"
Spain laughed his carefree laugh. "Wow, you really are horrible at this, aren't you Lovino?"
"Shut up you bastard! I don't suck at this game! I DON'T!" He complained.
"Hahaha, calm down."
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Romano stood up briskly. "I'll prove it to you! JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE!"
"W-wait a sec, Lovino! There's no need to be so brash ..." Spain tried to calm down the younger the nation. "Look at it on the bright side, you got much better since this morning!"
South Italy shot Spain a glare. "I'M LEAVING!" He announced as he ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Spain sighed. "And here I was going to let him win the next round ..."
-0-
Romano smashed through the door with incredible force. "STUPID LITTLE BROTHER!"
"Ve?" Italy turned towards his, now broken, door. "Ah! B-big brother ...!"
Without bothering to explain his sudden intrusion, Romano kneeled down in front of his brother and poked his brother forcefully. A cold fear swept Italy's face. "W-what's wrong?" He stuttered as he tried to ignore Romano's scary expression.
"We're going to play a little game ..." He answered with a smirk.
"U-u-uhh ... L-lovino?"
"I CHALLENGE YOU--!"
"Gii!" Italy cried out taking a defensive position, ready at any second to pull out the white flag from his back pouch.
"--TO A MARIO KART MATCH!"
-0-
Elsewhere, Germany was in a terribly tight spot.
This is a story from a few days ago. Germany was a bit troubled by his inability to express his feelings for Italy ---
(Germany) "HEY, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?"
--- Ahem, uh, properly. After scolding Italy for some reason, the poor nation ran off and disappeared. Germany didn't run after him this time, frustrated at himself for screaming at the other man once again. "Oh! What will I do if he hates me?" he told himself in desperat--
(Germany) "I DID NOT! STOP MAKING THINGS UP!
--- Gosh, he's annoying, isn't he? Ahem. Moving on, Germany was incredibly disappointed in himself. He wanted to do something nice for Italy, but he had no idea what.
At the end of his rope, Germany was prepared to call France until Japan came to visit.
"Oh, Germany-san. What's wrong?" Japan asked, looking concerned. "If you don't relax, those wrinkles on your forehead won't disappear."
Germany closed his eyes and took the Thinker's pose on his desk table. "It's alright, don't worry about me."
"Did you get in a fight with Italy-kun again?" The asian guessed, making Germany flinch a little. "Ah well, in your case, it'd be more one-sided screaming."
Finally, unable to take it anymore, Germany got up and approached the much shorter nation. A look that said "You have to help me. I'm desperate. I don't know what to do. I was about to call France." met Japan's unaffected stare.
"Germany ... -san?"
The blond placed his palms on Japan's shoulders. "Please. I need your advice."
-- which finally brings us back to our current situation.
Currently, on Germany's desk, was a pile of things he had no idea what he was supposed to do with. The wrinkles on his forehead went up by one as he stared at the volumes sitting in front of him.
For good measure, Germany did open one of them and read it (more or less) thoroughly. He was glad no one else was in the room, for his face had been bright red the entire process.
Indeed, the volumes would definitely help him, but there was only one problem with Japan's advice.
Germany was too embarrassed to do any of the things he found in those manga.
That's right. The volumes on his desk were only one thing. Yaoi manga.
-0-
"Ve ... Big brother, I'm hungry! Come on, let's take a break already!" Italy complained to his brother. "My thumb's all sore! I want pasta!"
"NOT YET! I still haven't beaten you yet!" Romano shouted, starting the new race. "Oi! Come back here stupid little brother!"
"I don't wanna! I'm going to call Germany! GERMANY!!"
Romano grabbed onto his brother's ankle and stopped him from running out of the room. "Damnit, stupid brother! There's no need to call that potato bastard here!"
"Waa! But I'm hungry and my fingers hurt!" Italy continued as he tried to struggle out of Romano's grip. "I never thought I get tired of hearing Mario's voice ever!"
"It's only been a couple of hours! Learn some diligence, stupid little brother."
"Ve ..." Feliciano sat back down. "Why are you desperate anyway, big brother?"
South Italy frowned as he looked at his brother's innocent face. Obviously, he wasn't asking with much thought. Frustrated, Romano pulled Feli's cheeks. "Shut up! It's none of your business!"
"Veveveve ... Ouch, that hurt."
"Hmph! Deal with it you stupid weakling! Come on, I'm starting the race."
-0-
Prussia stormed through the door. "Yo, West! What's up?"
Germany jumped in his seat and dropped the manga he was holding. "N-nothing! W-what--Have you ever heard of knocking?" He stuttered as he tried to get rid of all the volumes by shoving them under the table. In his futile attempt to hide them, a few of them dropped at the foot of his desk.
Prussia gave hearty laugh. "What? Reading porn all alone again?" He teased picking up one of the books on the floor. "Let's see, what is this? 'Doki doki High School life' ... ?"
"I-It's nothing. Put it back down!" Germany cried.
"Oh, but why should I? Look! You're face is all red, this must be some really intense stuff." Prussia opened the manga in his hands. "..."
Germany shrugged and took the Thinker's pose again.
" ... Hey West?"
"What is it?"
"Can I borrow a few of these?"
-0-
Hungary wiped the stray tear from her eye. "My, this is absolutely wonderful. Who did you say you got it from, Roderich?" She asked, laughing.
Austria was tuning his piano. Hungary was sitting on the nearby couch reading Japan's BL manga. "I ran into Japan after he paid Ludwig a visit. He had some extra on him so I brought it home."
"Oh?" Then, Hungary realized. "Wait, Japan gave these to Germany? What for?"
"Who knows? It probably has something to do with Feliciano, don't you think?"
"With Feli, huh?" An improbable fantasy crossed her mind. A smirk crossed her lips. "Come on, Roderich! We're going to find Germany right now."
"Huh? B-but why? I'm not done tuning my piano!"
"Shush, no complaints. We're leaving." Hungary tucked the manga in her dress somewhere and dragged Austria off his precious grand piano.
-0-
Romano and Italy's thumbs were beyond sore. Who knew playing Mario Kart could become such a extreme sport?
"Ve ... I can't even hold a fork properly anymore!" Italy stated. "I'm so sorry pasta. You're right here and I can't even eat you!"
"You little wimp!" Romano exclaimed, as he forced the utensil in his hands to move. "See? It's not that hard!" He boasted, bringing a forkful of pasta to his mouth.
"That's not fair, big brother! Feed me too!"
"O-oi, don't move around so much!"
Italy pushed himself towards his brother in attempt to take a bite of food as well. Romano had to do the matrix in order to escape the other nation. "D-damnit! Eat your own food!"
"But it's your fault I can't even hold a spoon! Ve, feeding me should be the least you can do!"
"That's not my problem! You're just being a wimp! If you were really hungry, you'd be able to hold that fork!"
"Big brother, you meanie!" Italy exclaimed as he full-on jumped Romano.
"O-oi! D-damnit! S-stop! FELI!"
Italy pushed himself up and ultimately took the bite of pasta. Tiny hearts seemed to float around his head. "Pastaaa ..."
"Okay, okay! There! Damnit, you got your bite. Now get off me!"
-0-
"Germany, we've come to visit!" Hungary greeted cheerfully. "Oh, Gilbert's here too."
Prussia and Germany scrambled quickly around the desk to hide the manga volumes. Austria sighed tiredly at their pathetic attempts.
"Yo, you two! What's up?" Prussia returned the greeting in a fake happy tone. "Well! This place is getting a little crowded. I'll be leaving no--"
With a bright smile on her face, Hungary bent down to pick up a stray book. "Aw, but we just got here Gilbert! Why don't you stay and watch too?"
"W-watch what?"
The young woman walked towards Germany's desk and returned "An Exotic Forbidden Love" to him. The blond gulped and promptly threw the book under his desk with the rest of them. Hungary's smile was starting to freak him out, but he dared not say a word.
"Oh Germany! Why didn't you say anything? I've heard you're planning on confessing to Feli!"
Prussia gawked from his spot beside Austria in front of the office door. "Huh? What's that about?"
Austria pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose and sighed again. "Who knows?" He replied sarcastically.
The albino gave it a five second thought. "WHAT!? You're going to confess to pasta boy!?"
"WHO SAID I WAS GOING TO!?" Germany screamed back, his voice cracking. "I ... I was just ... uh ... doing cultural exchange with Japan! Yes, that's right. Cultural exchange."
Hungary clapped her hands together. "Cultural exchange, huh? My! That is interesting. Why don't we take it to the next level?"
A menacing gleam went through her hazel eyes.
Women are scary. Remember that.
-0-
It was always much easier to have meeting's at Germany's place. At Japan's place, it felt way too cozy and the trio would often end up lazing instead of doing anything productive. How it was at Italy's place needed no explanation.
And so, Japan made his through Germany's exquisite yard to the front door when he suddenly heard Italy's voice from behind.
"Hey, Japan!"
"Ah, Italy-kun." The asian greeted back with a bow. "That's rare. You're pretty early today."
"Ve!" He exclaimed. "I had to escape big brother ... at that rate my finger would've broken off!"
"A-ah ..." Japan let out, feigning understanding as he usually did.
"I couldn't even eat my pasta properly! It was horrible! I thought I was going to die!" Italy continued to say all the while using mystical hand gestures.
Japan laughed at his stories while remaining oblivious to what Italy and Romano were doing in the first place. "Siblings are nice, aren't they?"
"Eeeh, you think that Japan?"
At Germany's door, Italy pushed through. "Germany, we're here!" He greeted happily, ready to pounce the german at any given moment with his ultimate hug of doom. Then,
"I LOVE YOU!" ... was the first thing Japan and Italy heard when they entered the room.
Japan took out a small digital camera from his pocket and quickly snapped a shot. "What's happening here?" He then asked.
"Feli! Japan! Good timing!" Hungary greeted with a smile. Beside her, Prussia was writing something in his notebook furiously.
And, in front of them ...
"So Ludwig, would you mind getting your hands off me now?" Austria asked, suppressing his temper. (Go on. Imagine the position they were in.)
Germany's face had turned bright red. "T-this isn't what it seems!" He tried.
"Eeeh! Germany's going to marry Austria?!" Italy conjectured, surprised.
"NO! THAT'S NOT IT! NOO! YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG ITALY!"
"Ve? Then why were you confessing?"
While Germany desperately tried to explain himself to Italy, Japan retreated to Hungary's and Prussia's side. His camera at hand, ready to snap. "What's all this about?" He asked, snapping another photo.
Hungary brought up a manga. "We were just reenacting scenes from this." She looked down at Prussia for a second. "You are writing all of this down, right?" She threatened to the albino.
Purssia gulped. "Yes ma'am!"
Japan gave a nervous laugh. Wait, does that mean this is all my fault? he thought. Looks like I should just blend in with the furniture for a while ...
Meanwhile, Austria was already sitting on the couch drinking his coffee with extra cream. "All of you are morons."
-0-
Chaos continues to reign in the world ...
End ... ?
-0-
Notes:
I can't write as Spain ... at all. He's the character that resembles me the most, as such, the lines don't come out as easily.
When I write, I always pretend to be the character themselves. The lines come pouring out that way. But in Spain's case, he's so much like me that whatever I write for him sounds like something I'd say. Conclusion? HOMFGBBQ! I Mary Sue'd him. So basically, I took him out of the chapter completely. On the other hand, I damn love playing Romano.
Also, I finally got trigger happy Japan in here. I re-watched the anime recently and remembered he was part-Otaku and not 100% waifu like he is in my head canon. Though, since I'm so used to waifu!Japan, it suddenly feels like I OOC'd him.
Finally, about the ending. I was originally going to have Italy cry thinking Germany was cheating on him ... but that wasn't half as funny as I what decided with in the end. It's best to leave crack as crack.
BTW, Hungary > All. KTHNXBAI!