I decided to make another fic...for some reason. ._. I don't know why I would torture you guys by making another fic. ._. Buuut anyway it's a RomanoxAndorra fic and it's probably going to be full of fluff,this part,or the next one. Put your caps on,and read it! :B
Romano sat there; trailing his fingers along the cracks of the coffee table before him. He was ducking below it as well. He was hiding from Washington-or "Tally" as that meat-head Russia called her. He knew he shouldn't call Russia a meat-head,cause he was really scared shitless of the Russian man! The fight he had had! He's had many fights before,but man,was this one fierce! Thought Romano. This fight bothered the hell out of this italian man! He didn't think the fight was his fault! It wasn't his fault Washington had set off the bomb that was attached to his head. She should know better for god's sake! Or at least that's what Romano thought...
It was a Monday morning,and Romano was on the couch,grasping the scented pillows that decorated the couch. Washington was on the couch chair that sat at the end of the room,Russia also accompanied her. Romano stared at them with a dark glare. He wanted to go over there and tear Russia a new one,but he knew he'd just get beat.
What an asshole! Thought Romano.
Washington's such a bitch! Thought Romano with hatred. He suddenly felt a sudden warmness on his hand. It was Andorra holding his hand. Romano smiled,but then had a suprised look on his face. I probably looked suspicious.. Thought Romano. He gripped her hand even tighter,and smiled. Things were alright. For now...
Andorra leaned against Romano,this caused him to wake up. "Huh?" muttered Romano as he slouched against the warm couch wall. He made note of his surroundings and felt around for a place he could push up. He pushed up on the cushion and found that his hand had marks on them. It was sharpie! Goddamn it,I know who did this. Russia and Washington! This is fucked up. Thought Romano. The actual nerve...He heard a spring on the couch creak and then saw the face of a drowsy Andorra. Andorra rubbed her eyes and smiled as soon as the had seen the red faced Romano. Romano exchanged the smile and helped her up. He held her hand and walked her to her bedroom door. and his right hand closed on the knob. A pail of water fell from the door line and hit the two. Andorra sputtered and coughed from the water that had just hit. Romano tightened his fists and thought 'This is the last fucking straw.'