"ROMAAAANOOO~" A cheery Spaniard yelled through the doorway of the house. "Come and meet someone!"
The little Italian muttered various curses as he stumbled down the winding staircase, finding it difficult to move around in the dress he was forced to wear, before finally faceplanting at he bottom. After he picked himself up and dusted himself off, he turned to glare at his tanned caretaker. "What do you want, bastardo?"
Spain pouted slightly. "Language, Romano!" The pout faded as quickly as it had come. "Look who I brought home!"
Romano blinked. "I don't see anyone."
"...What?" He looked behind him, and then reached behind the doorway. "Come here, niña!"
He pulled you out of your hiding place. You nervously looked down at the floor, wondering what on earth these people were saying. You
honestly couldn't understand a word of their language!
"Remember that little island kingdom I told you about?" Spain continued, "Well, this is her!" He finished, somewhat lamely, and flashed his trademark smile.
Romano folded his arms. "...So?"
Spain was thrown for a minute. "Um...show her around the house, why don't you?" He pushed you towards Romano, and proceeded to jog off.
"WAIT, YOU TOMATO BASTARD. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" Romano screeched.
Spain paused a little distance away, and turned around. "For a jog of course! Have fun! Oh yes, she doesn't speak very good English, Italian, OR Spanish! Bye~"
Romano attempted to follow him, but once again tripped and faceplanted. Strings of colourful language once again left his mouth. He growled once more at Spain, and looked behind him. You hadn't moved an inch, but were curiously watching him. The only thing you wore was a simple white dress, and a bracelet of what looked like gold.
Romano sighed, and stomped over. "Come on, let's get it over with." He grumbled.
You stare at him with a puzzled expression, wondering what this funny little boy was saying.
Romano groaned. This was going to be a long day.
You looked around the grand hall with fascination. Everything looked so expensive! The translator who had come to your palace had told you as much, but you really hadn't expected such an impressive abode! Everything shimmered as if coated with fairy dust. You were so busy admiring the décor that you barely registered Romano tugging on your sleeve.
"I don't have all day, stupid girl!"
You cocked your head. He growled, making you step a little away, with confused eyes. He sighed angrily, and started miming the action of eating. Then he pointed in the direction of a room which you presumed was a kitchen. You finally understood! He wanted to get you something to eat! That, or he wanted to cook you.
You hoped it was option one.
After a filling meal of tomatoes and pasta, Romano started dragging you around the house, gruffly pointing at rooms and saying their names. You didn't remember any of it. He then brought you to a bedroom, and motioned for you to sit down. He moved towards the door, occasionally turning around and thrusting his index finger in your direction.
You blinked a few times before you finally got it. The little brat was telling you to 'stay', as if you were a mere dog! You frowned. Strange people, these foreigners. You began aimlessly kicking your legs as you heard Romano heading down the staircase.
After a while of wandering around with no real purpose around the bedroom, save for looking a little closer at some of the paintings, an unpleasant sensation comes to you. Dang it. You seriously needed to pee. Where was the bathroom again? You thought hard, every second precious now. It was no use, you just couldn't remember. And this house was huge, there was no way there was enough time to search the numerous other rooms.
There was no other option. You would have to do that.
Romano was tending to Spain's tomato plants when he heard it. A horrible shriek that pierced his eardrums. And it sounded like ___. Swearing, he raced inside the house and upstairs, tripping and falling on his face more than once. Finally, he completed his torturous journey to your room.
"WHAT HAPPENED?!" He yelled, throwing the door open.
You smiled and went up to him, holding up your pinky, your sign for needing to go to the bathroom.
"...What?" He asked, clearly puzzled.
You pushed the pinky in his face.
"...Pinky promise? What for?"
What? What was he saying? God, you seriously needed that bathroom now.
A rather astounding series of miming actions and foreign words followed, each more panicked than the last before the little Italian finally got it. "GOD DAMMIT!" He yelled, grabbing your hand and running towards the bathroom as if a rabid dog was behind him.
Spain came back into the house as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "Romano~" He cheerily called into the house. Romano peeked out from behind the door frame.
"Where the hell were you, bastardo?"
"Ah, ah, ah!" Spain tutted. "Language, Romano!"
Romano just glared more.
Spain just grinned some more. "So, how did it go with ___? Have fun?"
The last thing Spain remembered was Romano flying towards his face with a look of utter contempt.