Final installment of this. New material not found on the meme. This takes place at the same conference as the other stories, but it's more like an epilogue. A really long one.

5. Faulty Logic

The door in front of him remained quiet and unmoving, even as he knocked for the third time. Romano couldn't decide whether he was angry enough to break down the door or embarrassed enough to run back to his own room crying. Instead, he decided to tap his foot impatiently and hide his face from all passersby—including the humans he didn't know who were staying at the hotel conference hotel. Romano growled softly, only keeping his yelling back out of courtesy for the lovely ladies that had just walked behind him, and raised his hand to knock again. Only Prussia would be rude enough to leave his guests outside.

"No one's going to answer that door, you know," a voice said softly, close to Romano's ear.

Romano screamed and jumped as close to the door as he could, peaking over his shoulder. It was Prussia, standing behind him with a smirk on his face, still dressed in his nice suit with his briefcase tucked under his arm. "Prussia! You bastard! Why aren't you in your room?!" Romano yelled accusingly, trying to cover up his fright. It was legitimate question anyway—they'd gotten out of their meeting an hour ago.

"Why aren't you in yours?" Prussia countered, pulling his cardkey out of his wallet.

"That's none of your business!" Romano crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned back against the door.

"I could say the same to you, but you're kind of making it my business by standing outside of my door and all," Prussia said, waving the cardkey distractedly at the door handle that was hidden behind Romano.

Romano jumped away from the door, blushing slightly, but still just as upset. The stupid bastard had left him sitting outside his room for at least five minutes. "Veneziano promised me you'd be in right now!"

"Well, I am here. Right now." Prussia was smirking as he flipped the card over and over in a way that Romano could only assume meant he didn't know which side he was supposed to insert into the key slot.

Annoyed that it was taking so long for Prussia to get the door open, and maybe just a little embarrassed that there were still people walking up and down the hallway, Romano couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Shut up, you stupid bastard, and let me in!"

Prussia pushed the card in, but the door flashed red back at him. "Why are you even bothering me," he said distractedly, and then, "Goddammit! These stupid keys are definitely not awesome!"

No longer able to conceal his reasoning for showing up on Prussia's doorstep, Romano fumbled for words. It was true that Prussia was still being exceedingly stupid, but Romano was still somewhat intimidated by what he had decided to ask. He looked at a spot on the floor and said, "I-I, well, uhm, Spain… I have something to ask you."

"Hmmm," Prussia mumbled, and then finally got the door to unlock. He grinned at Romano and flung the door open. "I'll see what I can do."

"Bastard," Romano grumbled, but walked into the suite anyway. It was very clean, cleaner than his own suite, but that shouldn't be surprising since Germany was staying there. Still, the neatness didn't match Prussia at all—it only made him more annoying.

Prussia walked past him toward a door on the right side of the room. He waved offhandedly at the couch and said, "Just sit over there. I'm going to put my stuff in my room and change out of this ridiculous suit."

Romano sat on the edge of the couch. The room looked exactly like the one he was sharing with his brother and Spain, but it didn't feel comfortable. Maybe that was just because Romano had been stupid enough to come here in the first place. He still couldn't believe that he'd actually come to Prussia about this. But really, since the incidents with Germany and then Spain the other day, he found that he couldn't ignore Spain's advice anymore. At least not without making a fool of himself. But maybe he was just proving that by sitting here, waiting for Prussia.

"Now, what was it you wanted to see me about?" Prussia said, startling Romano again. He sat in a chair positioned to look at the couch and smiled, looking right into Romano's eyes.

This was impossible. Romano knew it was as he felt his face begin to burn with embarrassment even before addressing the issue. "Nothing. I'm leaving," he said, standing.

Leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, Prussia said, "Oh come on! You mentioned something about Spain, didn't you?"

Romano didn't respond more than shifting from foot to foot.

"He told me you guys kissed the other day and talked about love and shit. That's not nothing," Prussia said, and Romano couldn't tell if he looked amused or annoyed. Not that it mattered alongside that news.

"Dammit!" Romano yelled, stamping his foot and blushing up to his ears. Spain wasn't supposed to just tell people about that! "I can't believe he would go around and and—"

He had to stop talking because Prussia was laughing. "You shut up!" He meant to yell that, but his voice came out too high and too hoarse for it to have been a yell. Wonderful.

After containing his laughter and failing entirely to hide his smirk, Prussia asked, "Well?"

Romano fell back down on the couch, this time leaning back into the corner as far as he could. He'd have to explain this now, or else Prussia would just go and ask Spain and then Spain would know. He growled and glanced at Prussia out of the corner of his eye. Better to get it over with quickly. "I know I should never believe a word he says but you know how that idiot gets sometimes when he's on to something and and Spain said you were the best kisser!"

Silence reigned for a moment and Romano wondered if maybe Prussia hadn't been paying attention. But then Prussia's brow creased and he asked, "Excuse me?"

"Bastard, don't make me say it again!" Romano said, pounding his fist into the armrest.

"Obviously I'm an awesome kisser, everyone knows it. But," Prussia paused here, leaning forward to look closely at Romano, "I really don't follow where you're going with this."

Sucking in a huge breath of air, Romano squeezed his eyes shut and said, "I- I want you to teach me how to kiss better!"

There was laughter filling his ears. Prussia was actually laughing at him. He opened his eyes only to find Prussia's grinning face. "Seriously?!" Prussia asked, "I mean, I thought you and Spain were all hooked up and everything, but if you're up for it," he paused and Romano didn't want to know what he was thinking. "Get your cute little ass over here and we can start right now!" Prussia said, tapping his lips with his finger and waggling his eyebrows.

"Goddammit. I knew I shouldn't've come, you asshole! I'm leaving." Romano got up and started walking toward the door this time, fully intent on leaving because clearly Prussia was insane. Also disgusting, but mostly insane.

"Well that's rude!" Prussia said, and Romano turned back to look at him in time to see that he was pouting.

"You bastard! You're the rude one. Thinking I'd up and kiss anyone." Romano was astounded at Prussia's audacity, but couldn't help the blush rising on his face. Thinking about kissing Prussia and actually talking about it were completely different.

Prussia rolled his eyes, still all confidence and poise. He said, "Hey, you asked for my awesome skills and I was just aiming to fill that request."

"I never asked to fucking kiss you!" Romano yelled. And it was true. At least he thought it was true, had meant for it to be true. But the more he thought the more it seemed possible that he had asked for it, which only angered him more.

"How else do you expect me to teach you anything, then?" Prussia asked. The look in his eye at was mocking, but he still somehow looked like he was inviting Romano back into the room.

Thoroughly annoyed, Romano turned back to fully face Prussia once again. "I don't know, tell me things!" He really had thought that both Spain and his brother meant that verbal lessons would be in order, not whatever it was that Prussia was planning right now. That was right! His brother had already been to Prussia about this matter. "Veneziano said—"

Prussia cut him off with a scoff. "Veneziano is totally off limits. I wouldn't kiss him even if he was begging for it," he paused, smirking at his own words, "Ok, maybe I would. But really, the whole part where he's with my brother—who would kill me if I tried anything—kind of puts a damper on the kissing thing."

Trying to ignore that it was his brother they were talking about now, Romano focused instead on Prussia's apparently faulty logic. As far as he could tell, Spain and Prussia were good friends, much like brothers, even. "And the fact that you know I'm with Spain doesn't?"

"Nope!" Prussia said, grinning from ear to ear, "It's completely different!"

Romano wanted to punch something, but the armrest of the couch was out of reach and he was afraid that he might damage the wall if he tried anything else, although Prussia's face was becoming a more and more enticing subject. "Bastard," he mumbled, clenching and releasing his fists, "I'm not kissing you, so just tell me whatever the hell it was you told my brother."

Sighing and looking genuinely disheartened at Romano's words, Prussia leaned forward in his chair. Romano couldn't help but think that Prussia looked disappointed in him. With another sad frown, Prussia said, "If that's how you're going to be, you could've at least brought Spain with you. That would make this so much easier."

"Hell no!" Romano yelled, the blush so hot on his face at the mere thought of Spain knowing about this visit that he thought he might get burned. "He's not going to know about this—"

Prussia started in his seat and held up a finger to shush Romano. "Hold on a sec—my pocket's vibrating," he said, pulling out his phone.

"Shit," Romano mumbled.

"Hey. Yes. Yes. Of course. …Really? I mean, if it's what you want, I'm up for it. That soon? Awesome. See you." Prussia's tone throughout the conversation was altogether amused and distant, like he was too excited to really pay attention.

"You'll never guess who that was," Prussia said as he flipped his phone closed and set it on the coffee table. There was a stupid looking grin on his face.

"No, I won't," Romano said, hoping that he could get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

Prussia bit his lip like he was trying not to give away the secret, but then said, "It was West."

Rolling his eyes, Romano asked, "What does this have to do with anything?" He was actually wondering why he was even still in the room.

"Well he and his Italy are on their way over," Prussia paused at this and Romano felt a little bit sick. "And they're looking for the same advice as you! I'm going to wait for them, if you don't mind."

Romano sure as hell did mind! "What the hell?!" he yelled, waving an arm out to his side, "I can't believe it! You're really going to—" he cut himself off as another thought dawned on him, "and you expect me to stick around?! He's your brother! And he's with my brother!!"

They held eye contact for a long moment. Prussia raised an eyebrow in question. "And?"

None of this made sense—Prussia didn't make sense. Wasn't he going back on what he'd said before about their brothers? Romano grumbled in annoyance. "And earlier you said you wouldn't do anything—"

"Doesn't matter if West wants it," Prussia said as if that were the most obvious answer in the world.

"Oh my god," Romano said, horrified. "I can't believe that idiot Spain was actually right! You are teaching your brother about kissing! I can't do this. I'm leaving." And he really meant it this time.

Romano's hand was on the door handle as Prussia spoke again. "Your loss. Our brothers are totally hot when they're making out." The grin on Prussia's face was apparent even without looking back.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! I don't need to know any of this!" Romano yelled and then swung the door open, only to find that his brother and that potato eating bastard were standing just outside the door.

"Romano!" Veneziano exclaimed, smiling a bit dazedly. "What are you doing here?"

"Ergh. Nothing," Romano said, but then corrected himself, "making a huge mistake."

Looking between his brother and Germany, Romano felt a new sense of dread fill his stomach, this time for the two of them. "Are you really going in there?"

Germany's face was red in an instant, and he frowned down at Romano, asking "Did he tell you what I said on the ph—"

"Stop, you stupid potato bastard!" Romano said, holding up his fist threateningly and loving the way that Germany immediately backed off. "I don't want to hear what you're going to say. I'm leaving."

As he walked away cursing Spain for even planting this idea in his brain—because clearly this was all Spain's fault—Romano heard his brother ask, "Ve~ What did you do to him, Prussia?"

"Nothing," Prussia said, and again Romano could almost hear his smile. "He's just intimidated by how awesome these lips are."

Romano turned around and stormed back to the room where Prussia was grinning in the doorway. He was not going to be humiliated like this again, definitely not in front of Germany and his brother. With no more warning that his arm pulling back, Romano punched Prussia right in his stupid smile and for once finding the grin on his own face as Prussia fell backward into his room.

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Oh god, I'm so sorry this wasn't up when I said it would be. I'm a total fail for that, but I was really sick that weekend… and then I was hit in the face with papers and tests. Also, I wrote this without really editing it, so excuse the mistakes. I'll change them sometime if I notice any glaring ones. Sorry again. Thanks for reading!