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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 19, 2010 22:30:54 GMT -5
Completely oblivious to Spain's dreams and aspirations about making Romano his servant, he was still a little weirded out by how enthusiastic Spain was about the idea. This really could not lead to anything good. Romano got a weird sort of anxiety crawling in his skin, which he probably should of taken as a bad sign.
But hey, he was hungry. Food takes priority over everything. "Finally," he muttered, folding his hands behind his head. "I'm fuckin' starving, man. How much do you have on you? We could probably hit up Cheesecake Factory or something."
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 19, 2010 22:50:21 GMT -5
...oh wait. Romano meant now? Since when was this an immediate plan of action? After all, Spain had important things to do like not do his homework, sleep and then wonder what Romano was doing. He could only accomplish one of those things if he was out with aforementioned Romano.
Though, who was Spain to turn down free food (except it wasn't free as he would be paying for it)? Obviously Romano wasn't one to turn down free food either as it showed in his cute chubby cheeks.
"Haha," he laughed vacantly though it wasn't so much a laugh and was more a filler noise. "That sounds good, Romano! We can get Macaroni and Cheese Balls and bruschetta."
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 20, 2010 12:34:22 GMT -5
... Macaroni and Cheese Balls and bruschetta actually sounded pretty good. If there was anything that Romano could agree with Spain on, it was their similar fabulous tastes in food.
Though he didn't smile or applaud Spain on his fantastic choice, his tone definitely sounded approving as he said, "Yeah, yeah, sure. It's a close enough walk, right?" To be honest though, he might have approved most things since he wasn't paying for it. "Also, are we just leaving the fence here, dammit?"
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 20, 2010 20:40:50 GMT -5
"Hm," Spain thought, glancing down at the fence in front of him. He definitely couldn't leave it there while his scent and fingerprints were probably still lingering on it for Groundskeeper Willy to pick up on.
Oh! Spain was suddenly hit by an absolutely brilliant idea and any idea that the great country of Spain could come up with had to be a good one! "Do you have a piece of paper and a pen? I'm going to write a letter..." He began fishing through his own bag and found what he was looking for. "Never mind, I have one!"
Pen in hand, he began scribing the most glorious and convincing letter in the world, "Dear Groundskeeper Willy," he read out loud in a fake British accent. "I hate this fence so I tour it--" there was a short pause and he turned toward Romano, "T-O-U-R or T-O-R-E?"
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 20, 2010 21:16:26 GMT -5
He blinked in curiosity when Spain asked for a pen and paper, wondering how the hell they would be big enough to cover up the huge fence. But then it turned out to be for a letter and Romano had to scoff. Really, now? Romano's idea had been way better.
"Dammit, he's still gonna kill you, y'know," Romano pointed out with a scowl. "This is a stupid idea. And it's T-O-R, dumbass." He peeked over Spain's shoulder to watch as the other scribbled out his letter. "You suck at English." Though he couldn't say anything about the British accent. For all Romano could tell, it sounded just like every other one.
"Isn't 'fence' spelled F-E-N-S?"
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 20, 2010 21:32:48 GMT -5
Spain wrote 'fence' spelled out Romano's way and then shook his head, "No, it has an E at the end," he added the E and looked satisfied. "I hate this fence so I tore it down," there was a dramatic pause and Spain's handwriting got very cursivey and flowy.
"Love, your friend..." and then he signed it. "England."
He smiled back at Romano and slapped the letter down on the face. "Ready to go eat?" he asked, not even glancing at the letter. "We can walk there from here, it's not too far! Maybe a couple kilometers or something!"
(He honestly had never walked to the Cheesecake Factory from the school. He had no idea.)
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 20, 2010 22:12:36 GMT -5
Ooh, that handwriting was kind of pretty.
... Wait, no, it wasn't!! Dammit.
"Only a couple kilometers?" Romano sighed. "I guess you would consider that a short distance, idiot..." A couple kilometers would probably take at least a half hour to walk! He never liked long distance.
... but this was free food they were talking here. And now that Spain had mentioned macaroni, he really was in the mood for some.
"Fine, bastard, let's just go already," he muttered, starting to walk in a random direction. Romano paused a bit, blinking. "Where is the Prudential Center from here, anyways?"
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 20, 2010 23:21:13 GMT -5
Suddenly, there was the faint sound of screams and children crying. Spain looked up and even from a far away distance, he could recognize that kilt anywhere. Here he had thought of this completely genius idea and yet, Groundskeeper Willy was about to catch the two of them standing over the broken fence practically admitting to the crime! (As if the fault shouldn't be lying with them in the first place.)
"Romano, we're going to die, hurry!" he said, looking back to Romano. He grabbed him around the wrist and began running while pulling Romano along.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 21, 2010 17:42:17 GMT -5
"What the-?!" At first, Spain was basically dragging him because he had no idea what the fuck was going on. Then he saw the kilt and he let out an impressive chain of Italian curse words that would be pointless to type out because the main point was, they were screwed.
"-- Fuck!!", Romano finished, finally gathering the sense to start running himself, managing to get himself by Spain's side. (If there was anything he was good at athletically, it was definitely fleeing.) He barely noticed as they dove into the woods and through a bunch of plants and shit and general woodsy sorts of things.
But then Romano noticed that they were now in a general woodsy sort of area, and that he had no idea where they were headed. Or where they were right now, at least.
"W-Where the fuck are we?" he panted out as they continued to run, though he slowed down a bit as he tried to take in his surroundings.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 21, 2010 19:45:35 GMT -5
What better place to hide than a remote wooded area?! There were plenty of other animal scents to throw Willy off and all of the trees, despite not having any leaves quite yet, made for ideal coverage for the two vandalizing students. Though, Romano was talking a lot for someone who was trying to hide! Spain knew that Romano wasn't new to running and fleeing and hiding but perhaps he was new to the whole 'not getting caught' aspect.
Spain looked around and had to agree with Romano's sentiments of having no idea where he was. "Would you believe me if I told you we were at the Cheesecake Factory?" his voice was a slight whisper just in case Willy was nearby but Spain was never very good at using his indoor voice.
Noticing that Romano had slowed down, Spain also began moving at a more leisurely pace. He looked behind him to make sure Romano was still there.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 21, 2010 20:00:14 GMT -5
"........ Of course not, dumbass!" Romano replied in a matching volume, sounding a little irritated. As if he'd be fooled so easily!! There weren't even any cheesecakes or factories around to make that statement even semi-legit.
He caught his breath now that they were now moving at a more strolling pace. "Can't believe we're lost on our own fuckin' campus," he mourned with a scowl. "This is all your fault. If there's a bear in here, you're the distraction, dammit."
Then he noticed that Spain was still holding his wrist, and Romano yanked it away, his pulse skipping a beat or two. But he paid no mind to that. He had priorities!!
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 22, 2010 7:12:47 GMT -5
Spain wasn't really trying to fool Romano, he just wanted to see if he was as gullible as he was when he was younger. He remembered many misunderstandings back in the day surely wouldn't put it past Romano to think that a woodsy area was the Cheesecake Factory!
"We're not lost!" Spain assured him. After all, the great conquistador nation of SPAIN could never be lost. After all, when it's in your blood to discover and conquer other countries and you discover that the earth is round, it doesn't matter if you were originally trying to find a completely different country all together--
Spain stopped his internal monologue because he found that he was mostly proving himself wrong. He brushed his hands on his pants, "Are there bears in America?"
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 22, 2010 15:34:54 GMT -5
"Of course there's bears in America!", Romano snapped back, now scanning the treetops for any sign of lumbering beasts, as if there was one just waiting to fall right on top of them. "Do you know anyone else who carries around a fuckin' polar bear twenty-four seven?!"
A lonely breeze passed by, and Romano shivered. Dammit!! This was the worst possible situation, being lost in some random patch of woods with only Spain for company. "Aren't you the country of eternal sunshine or something, bastard?", he muttered, rubbing his arms. "You should just be a natural heater or something, dammit."
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 22, 2010 20:20:10 GMT -5
"I don't know anyone who carries one around," Spain admitted with a shrug, assuming that Romano had probably been smoking a bit of crack or something. (Polar bears were much too heavy to be carried at all let alone 24/7.) "Is this a nightmare you've been having?"
Spain hadn't noticed that it was getting too cold so when Romano pointed it out, he immediately felt a slight shiver down his spine. "Of course! I'll keep you warm, Romano~" he said, putting his hands on his hips. "I'm Captain Warm!"
And then, using his Warm Rays, he proceeded to use his magical warm powers that didn't exist to warm Romano up.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 22, 2010 21:27:10 GMT -5
"Of course not!" Romano scowled. He definitely could've sworn he saw America carrying around a bear on the campus! "Stop treating me like a fuckin' kid, I don't get silly nightmares like that anymore. Bastard."
Romano looked very unimpressed by the Warm Rays, which.... actually weren't working out very well. "You're fuckin' useless," he scoffed, as he started walking again. Maybe if they kept going in a straight line, they'd hit the edge of the forest eventually. "Worked just as well as your Cheer-Up Charms, dumbass."
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