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It's Like a Reality Show, But Really Not

Romano Has No Luck, But That's No Surprise

The last thing Romano wanted was to wake up in someone's arms. Of course, women were an exception to this, and maybe his brother, and maybe also Sp—NO! He was not about to say Spain! Stop snickering, damn it!

Anyway, back on topic: Romano did not like to wake up in the arms of a random person. Especially Spain, and ESPECIALLY a macho potato bastard.

And yet, here he was, curled up against said potato bastard's body. And to say in the least, he was not enjoying it. Although, he had to admit that the German smelled kinda nic—DAMMIT! WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM TODAY?!

Germany grumbled something, pulling Romano closer, giving the Italian a sense of protect—

Romano pushed himself away from the German, blushing furiously. Stupid potato bastard and his stupid protective qualities. Where was Spain when you needed him?

The Italian sighed, about to stand up and try to find a light in the dark room, when he felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around his waist and a face press against his thigh. Germany groaned into his pant leg as though he was a small child, before muttering a soft "Italy…".

Oh…

Of course Germany was thinking about Italy. That was why he was clinging to Romano. Their bodies were so similar after all…

"Ugh…what the bloody hell happened last night?" a familiar voice moaned from somewhere in the room.

"Yeah, I was just wondering that myself, dude."

"Ve~. It's so dark here…"

"Where's the light, aru?"

"Light was created in Korea, da ze!"

"Damn, my head hurts. I'm too awesome for this."

"That's what you get for drinking so much, man! Haha!"

"M' wife?"

"L'amour! Tell me why we are trapped here!"

Oh, of course. France just had to be there with England. Along with Sweden, Denmark, Prussia, Korea, China, America, his ever annoying brother, and Germany to top it all off. Fate had decided to be cruel to him today, hadn't it?

"Lovi~~ Are you here?"

Oh come on.

For some strange reason, he answered Spain's call. "I'm over here, tomato bastard."

"Fratello! You're here, too?!"

"Hey, Romano, where ever you are, could you find a light switch or something?"

"Why don't you find your own light switch, lazy hamburger bastard!"

Just then, a yellow light illuminated the room. The origin was a lamp…which was floating in mid-air….In. Mid. Air.

America screamed in a rather school-girl fashion before quickly hiding behind England, Prussia following soon after. The Italy brothers quickly found each other and clung to their respective brother. Korea and France suddenly disappeared, and China somehow ended up on the circling ceiling fan, hanging on for dear life to one of the blades. Sweden, ever so stoic, stood his ground, managing to still look intimidating with Denmark cowering behind his legs.

"Ghost!" America yelled, clutching England's jacket.

"B-b-bloody hell! F-Fairies! A-a-attack!"

"This is no time to be hallucinating, Angleterra! We have to deal with this haunting—Oh, no wait. That's no ghost. Canada, mon cher, how long have you been there?" France stated. Both he and Korea crawled out from under a table, the Korean looking positively pleased at the appearance of Canada. America and Prussia peaked out from behind England and the island nation visibly relaxed, for once remembering the existence of his son. China jumped to the floor, landing without mistake, and Denmark moved away from his hiding place, trying to maintain his dignity. Both countries held confused faces (they were most likely trying to remember where Canada was), but still showed signs of being able to see Canada. Spain was clueless as usual, staying where he was as Italy did, Sweden retained his emotionless expression as he followed Denmark towards the lamp and its holder, and Romano remained anchored to the floor with the still sleeping German.

"Yo, Mattie! When'd you get here?" America asked, slapping his brother on the shoulder. The Canadian stumbled forward slightly, before meekly pushing his glasses back and answering.

"I-I've been here the whole time, Al." His voice was as soft as always, forcing several of the nations to strain their ears to hear.

The American laughed loudly, throwing an arm over his brother's shoulders. "Well, welcome to the party! We have no idea where we are, and I barely have any recollection of the previous night!"

This peaked the interest of several of the personifications, England being the first to voice it. "Now that you mention it…I can barely remember anything from yesterday past leaving the meeting and heading to the bar with Denmark and Prussia. After that, it's all a blur."

"Well, let me be the first one to inform you that it was an awesome night. You and Denny got drunk and were dancing around on the tables singing some random shit. I think we all passed out after that…I dunno."

"Well, that's sure informative," Romano deadpanned, arms crossed. Italy, sitting next to him, looked over, finally noticing the presence of Germany.

"Ve~. Fratello, is that Germany on your lap?" Every nation's head whipped to their direction, Canada bringing over the lamp, the light confirming that—at some point—Germany had laid his head on Romano's lap, sleeping in complete bliss.

"Nice one, West! First North Italy, and now South? You player you," Prussia praised, reaching down and ruffling his brother's hair, the blond locks without the presence of hair gel.

"W-What? G-Germany's cheating on me? With my brother?" And with that, the northern half of Italy began bawling his eyes out.

"N-n-NO! I HATE HIM! AND SINCE WHEN WERE YOU TWO TOGETHER?!" Romano shrieked, making no move to comfort his younger brother, although his hand unconsciously found itself on top of Italy's.

"Um, since forever?" Denmark stated.

Romano stood up quickly, Germany hitting the ground with a soft thunk. "Who the hell asked you, ax bastar—" He was cut off by the lights in the room suddenly turning on. At the same time, the German on the ground groaned and sat up, having awakened as the final light flickered on. Oh, the irony…

"I found the lights!" Spain exclaimed happily, an accomplished smile on his face. China and Sweden had mysteriously vanished, and Korea was grasping Canada's non-existent breasts.

"Where am I?" Germany asked, looking around the room. When he turned to Italy, the half of a nation automatically tackled him.

"Doitsu! Please tell me you're not cheating on me with my brother!"

The blond, obviously caught off guard, awkwardly patted northern Italy's back, ignoring Romano's glares. "O-of course I'm not, Ita—Veneziano." He had corrected himself as to not increase further Romano's anger.

Nevertheless, Veneziano continued to sob into his chest.

"Ah, Italie, no need to cry," France cooed, his hand reaching dangerously close to the smaller nation's vital regions.

"Keep your hands off him, fucking frog!" England yelled, punching the Frenchman out of habit. Before the two Europeans could commence a fight, America intervened, stepping between the two. Canada turned off the lamp, fading with the light. Korea frowned, now having no imaginary breasts to grab. He placed his hands on his own chest, not finding any satisfaction, and sighed.

Just then, Sweden stepped into the room.

"Sverige, where'd you disappear to, man?" Denmark inquired, surveying the tall man and giving a slight nod to China when the shorter man appeared next to the Nordic.

"W' f'nd s'me'ne 'ls'," Sweden grunted. China sighed.

"What he is saying is that we found someone else here." China turned his head to his left, mouthing something with a bob of his head. The Asian and the Nordic moved away from the door as the newly found man stepped into the room. With his presence, the temperature suddenly dropped and the once peaceful gaze of America turned menacing.

"Hello there, comrades. We're going to have lots of fun now, da?"

They weren't making it out alive, were they?

Grace Raven: The pairings are currently undecided at current (I have too many favorites ;_;), but I'll probably throw in a bunch of hints. I have a bunch of ideas for which nation(s) they'll find next, but I can't figure out which ones, so any reviewers, please throw in a request if you have one.

Translations:

Angleterra (French) - England

Sverige (Danish) - Sweden

Italie (French) - Italy

Fratello (Italian) - Brother

Please review if you like the story and wish to see more. Or else I'll die.