The Sun Rises In The East {Prologue/?}
anonymous
December 9 2009, 03:34:08 UTC
I saw this prompt a few days ago... and I felt like filling it. I plan on finishing this, but it could take awhile. I hope this is what the OP!anon wants.
--- Waking up with a hang over was never fun. Especially when the sun was bright in your eyes.
“… Spain?” Romano mumbled. He couldn’t quite remember the night before, he was hungry, and he refused to get up, damn it. “Big brother, go back to sleep.”
Romano just groaned. A sleeping Feliciano beside him meant no food. Romano could bully Antonio into making him something, but Feliciano would end up just sleeping in the hallway or kitchen, depending on how far he got.
But then there was even more sounds on the wrong side of the bed … and movement on the wrong side of the bed. What the fuck? Feliciano should be on my left not right, Romano thought as he quickly went through the logic, based on where the voice had come from. So, Romano sat up, getting ready to verbally attack Antonio into being his chef
( ... )
Re: The Sun Rises In The East {1/?}
anonymous
December 12 2009, 18:54:17 UTC
As Romano sat in the kitchen with his long dead grandfather, eating breakfast together, he realised something wasn’t right. Where was the Spanish bastard? Who the hell were all those girls upstairs? Why was his (dead) grandfather in his kitchen? Why did Feliciano seem to be actually planning to leave to go to a morning meeting? The world was wrong.
“Um…” Romano mumbled. He was trying to think of a way to ask what he was doing here without sounding like he cared.
Grandpa Rome just smiled at him. “Sounded like a party last night.”
“… Erm, sure.” Romano wasn’t quite sure what his grandfather meant by party, but it didn’t sound completely innocent. Surely his grandfather wasn’t implying that they had slept together in that way. Romano wasn’t the most loving person to Antonio, but he wouldn’t cheat on him
( ... )
Re: The Sun Rises In The East {1/?}
anonymous
December 14 2009, 04:41:17 UTC
I plan on finishing this next week. I'll spend an afternoon or whatever writing. Unfortunately for me, I started this right as exams are happening, so I don't have as much time as one would wish for. ^^"
I'm glad you like it~! (And as I said, once I start a story, I finish it.)
Omg, reCaptcha has been talking to Poland xD "Gosh"? "Pouting"? Yeah. Totes.
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Waking up with a hang over was never fun. Especially when the sun was bright in your eyes.
“… Spain?” Romano mumbled. He couldn’t quite remember the night before, he was hungry, and he refused to get up, damn it.
“Big brother, go back to sleep.”
Romano just groaned. A sleeping Feliciano beside him meant no food. Romano could bully Antonio into making him something, but Feliciano would end up just sleeping in the hallway or kitchen, depending on how far he got.
But then there was even more sounds on the wrong side of the bed … and movement on the wrong side of the bed. What the fuck? Feliciano should be on my left not right, Romano thought as he quickly went through the logic, based on where the voice had come from. So, Romano sat up, getting ready to verbally attack Antonio into being his chef ( ... )
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More soon, I hope?
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“Um…” Romano mumbled. He was trying to think of a way to ask what he was doing here without sounding like he cared.
Grandpa Rome just smiled at him. “Sounded like a party last night.”
“… Erm, sure.”
Romano wasn’t quite sure what his grandfather meant by party, but it didn’t sound completely innocent. Surely his grandfather wasn’t implying that they had slept together in that way. Romano wasn’t the most loving person to Antonio, but he wouldn’t cheat on him ( ... )
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I'm glad you like it~! (And as I said, once I start a story, I finish it.)
Omg, reCaptcha has been talking to Poland xD "Gosh"? "Pouting"? Yeah. Totes.
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