Prumano: Kiss and Make-up

Romano hardly showed his feelings towards anyone in public. Well, he had the times he lost his temper and these were one of his days. A gloomy day, really. He hid the pained expression on his face as he left the house and towards his own, curled up into a ball and softly sobbing to the voices and the stringing patch on his cheek. He pressed a hand towards it, but confusion swept away his sadness. Why? He wondered.

...

Prussia knew what he had done after a moment's worth of comprehension. He sent Romano into a frenzy and drove him away from the group. His own red eyes lowered towards the hand which he felt needed more than a scolding and then towards the wedding ring idly lying on the floor.

He looked towards his brothers for advice, but they said nothing - worry crossed their faces and it grew more obvious of what he had done.

It dawned upon him he needed to fix it. He didn't mean to get violent and they both never gotten physical. He cursed himself for being such a fool and pondered the right way to make up to his "wife" if he could still refer him as such.

He looked towards the direction of Romano's house and closed his palm around the golden ring hidden by his own fingers. He glanced at Austria, but he held the pleading, out of character, look at bay. It was only his Italian whom he decided to share a small part of himself with.

"Is there something I can do?" Prussia asked, hardly making contact except with the faceless air. " It was my fault I caused this mess."

"Give it time." The answer echoed.

"No! If I wait, he'll think I neglected him even more." He gritted his teeth and grew impatient with himself. Should he wait or go now? He couldn't decide.

Soon, he felt tired with the sheer face of it all. He decided to give it time.

-1 day later-

Romano allowed his tears to flow freely, but he made sure his brother never saw his current state. It would embarrass him to death, but also he hated to see the younger nation's face express pity over him. He needed some alone time, but his emotions battled over needing company or staying in his bedroom for a little longer.

He lost the red-rimmed eyes from crying as he sobered up from the feelings he endured yesterday. His hand reached for his other one, but it was naked; no ring guaranteed to help him - remind him of happier times.

The sound of the door knocking left him in a more sour mood than usual, but he reluctantly answered the call.

He gaped and his arms itched to slam the door on his particular person's face. Instead, his own brain waves stubbornly refused to listen. His arms trembled and soon his whole body did with both sadness and rage - both even.

"I should back up to avoid the pain, but I deserve it." Prussia said, shrugging casually.

"Why are you here?" Romano demanded without any manners or mentions of hospitality.

Prussia gestured his signs of surrender. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday. I lost control of myself and... I just - I'm sorry." He looked away with his pale faced shown with shame and regret. "I was hoping we could start fresh."

"..." Romano didn't know how to respond. He stopped shaking enough to regain his body, but his emotions began to overwhelm him. "Prussia..."

Prussia said nothing as he held out two tomatoes, purposely deformed, and he rotated it so the Italian could see the heart it formed. He finally spoke up, "I know it's not much, but I saw this when I was walking through Rome trying to find you. I thought you might like this."

Romano immediately hugged his lover and squeezed tightly, his voice coughing from resisting the temptation to cry. He noticed nobody else was around and he safely removed the jar of emotions which jumped out of him. "Prussia..." He said through muffled whispering.

"Think we can start over again?" Prussia repeated the question. He held up the same ring on his own finger as Romano gingerly took it back.

"Perhaps, but give me my ring back first, idiota."