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america is hopelessly in love.
and she fully admits it. she plasters it on walls, she wears it on her sleeve, she does everything she can to make it obvious. she wore a shirt one day reading “i am in love and don’t know what to do with myself.”
and yet the focus of her affections, despite having hung out with her the day she wore that shirt, did not even consider the fact it was her that america was in love with.
even worse, she had said, “that shirt looks like shit.” it was her wonderful diy work, insulted by the love of her (possibly, until further notice) immortal life.
all she could think of in the moment was god she’s so hot i’m doomed. so nobody could tell her anything about being oblivious to her own feelings, because she knew them exactly. she found romano super hot, even if she was being directly harmed by the words coming from her mouth.
when the older italian twin first approached her begging for a place to work (she actually meant eat and laze around) she knew she’d say yes no matter what. and since she did actually need help around the house, she made the choice to delegate her to cleaning.
only 3 days in romano got pissed and revolted, and thats the day america fell in love. she’s so brave, and dedicated to being the biggest burden possible when she doesn’t get her way. just like her!
not to mention, she offers america her leftovers. which may sound kinda insulting if you’re not a lovesick little freak like she is, but she downs those pasta dishes like theyre water in the desert.
lithuania has already picked up on her doomed crush and done nothing more than pat her back and wish her luck.
france could easily tell she was in love, but couldn’t figure out who with. she had given her all sorts of advice, but it ranged from being real advice to “just ask them to *** and ****** before you ********...” so you can imagine she didnt quite listen to all of the advice.
england told her to go fuck herself and die alone, which america understands because england is an unlovable prick who would never get the feeling of being in love, unlike america who is unashamed of her feelings.
and canada? america forgot what she said, so… oops.
so clearly she’s basically alone in this. but that’s alright, all she needs is her wonderful self to charm her roommate slash reluctant employee!
and what better way for the heroine to get the girl than a damsel-in-distress situation! all she needs is a villain… but who could possibly fill that role?
she needs some time to think about it. who would be willing to oblige her (cross off england), play a good villain (cross off canada), and would respect her crush?
not to mention, who would romano expect to be messing with her?
she brainstorms as much as she can. it can’t be someone that isn’t normally a bit of an asshole, which crosses off… nobody. all the nations are assholes. except maybe north italy, but she would definitely not fit the other criteria.
suddenly she hears a bird chirp outside.
oh, she knew someone who could work.
she pulls out her phone and scrolls to the contact for a certain bird owner, who’s knowing for being a bit of an ass, would definitely play a good villain, and would take any excuse to mess with romano.
not to mention how she probably wouldn’t even have to mention the crush! it’d be like it wasn’t even planned at all!
she calls up the infamously awesome prussia. and she picks up instantly. thank god shes chronically online.
“HELLO!! IT IS THE AWESOME PRUSSIA SPEAKING!!” she yells over the phone, causing america to turn her phone volume down.
“hey! do you think i could ask you something kinda weird?” america asks, prepping the wording for her next request in her head.
“WHAT IS IT !!???”
“okay… so basically can you like, come over, act like i didnt invite you, and like… bother romano a bit? then i step in and stop you?”
“...WHY?” prussia asks, far too loud.
america didnt expect her to ask that. she makes up a response, “oh just for funnn! you get to bother romano for a bit, isnt that enough?”
“YEAH YOU’RE RIGHT !!!! I’LL BE THERE TOMORROW. DID YOU HEAR THAT, SCHWESTER ?? IM GONNA BE AT AMERICAS HOUSE.”
“okay, yeah thank you!!! byebye prussia!”
“BYE AMERICA!”
she hangs up. thank goodness she didn’t have to explain further, since prussia would probably think her crush is stupid anyway since its on someone thats not her.
and so all she has to wait is one day before her awesome plan comes into fruition! she’ll be sleeping like a baby tonight.
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romano is sick and tired of her roommate snoring so loudly at night. it keeps her up way later than she should be, since this gorgeous italian needs her beauty sleep.
but of all people to be keeping her up, it’s better that its the… gorgeous american. she reluctantly lets herself think those forbidden words. she’s a fighter, not a lover, but somehow her roommate is changing her. she hates it.
she hates america for being so damn beautiful, and for being so damn in love with someone. someone that she’s sure is not her.
afterall, why would someone who loves herself so much want to be with someone who constantly puts her down? they’d have to be pretty dumb to want that.
then again…
stop trying to betray me, thoughts!
so she’s sick of her roommate. that’s not all that new. what is new is her itty bitty tiny huge crush on her. she has no clue where it came from, or why its on america of all nations, one of the least sane ones in the world–
theres no point trying to figure out how her emotions work. it’s not like the crush is gonna go anywhere past her own daydreams.
lithuania knocks on her door, likely aware she’s still awake. she grunts to let her other, significantly less attractive roommate know that she was awake. the woman then lets herself in, holding a glass of water.
“hey romano. i uh… thought you may like some water.”
“no i’d actually like a martini right about now. extra gin.” she says, but still accepting the water. she downs it quickly, just wanting lithuania to get out and leave her alone. romano shoves the glass back to her hands.
“okay, well i hope you can sleep well tonight. goodnight romano.”
she doesn’t grace her with a response.
she looks around her room. it’s a mess, because she would rather die and return to sp**n before picking up anything in her room. usually if it gets bad enough lithuania ends up cleaning it for her anyway. one thing she’s good for (besides the fact she helps much more around the house than romano herself does… but it’s fine.) is her love of putting herself into others’ business.
she checks the time. it’s 12:28 am, meaning it was 6:28 am in italy. she can’t call north italy, since she’s most definitely asleep. and she can’t really think of anyone else that she’d want to talk to (besides the gorgeous blonde american in the same house) so she tries to force herself to fall asleep.
it fails.
she’s distracted by the noises in the other room. by the tip-tapping of lithuania’s feet in her own room, likely just finished with dealing with the cup of water romano had forced her to take care of. god she hated this. she wished she could just let herself be happy and ask out america, but god forbid she’s enjoying things. that’s her sister’s job, to be the happy one.
she surrenders to those thoughts before drifting off to sleep.