Intractable Emotion. (A GerIta fanfic)

Chapter XXXIV. AMERICA'S WICKED SICK BAD ASS BIRTHDAY EXTRAVAGANZA!

Chapter XXXIV.

AMERICA'S WICKED SICK BAD ASS BIRTHDAY EXTRAVAGANZA!

(tHIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PUBLISHED ON THE FOURTH OF JULY BUT MANY THINGS HAPPENED JUST READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE FOR MORE DETAILS AAHHH))
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Romano's P.O.V.

"I'm actually amazed that you said yes to us going to America's birthday party" Spain told me, buttoning up his dress shirt.

I was getting dressed as well, slipping on semi-formal wear that America told us to wear in the invite, specially saying it'll be "classy a'f". God he's such a douche.

"Are you kidding? After the shit storm that's taking place with him, France, and England? I can't miss an opportunity to see the trainwreck of a party that that's going to be" I explained to Spain, smirking to myself.

"Well I should've known, I thought it was very suspicious how you were so excited to call him and RSVP to his birthday bash" He spoke back to me, I snickered, thinking about the tornado that will take place tonight.

"How are you so sure that he'd invite both England and France?" Spain questioned as if I would have been put into a stump by that, but I just laughed.

"Please! He invites every goddamn country to his birthday extravafucksa every year, largest to smallest. His vain ass wouldn't miss inviting anyone, even if he hated their guts" I explained confidently, stepping into my shoes.

Spain looked at me as if he was going to retort to what I said, but then just nodded. "You're right, I shouldn't have even asked."

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Germany's P.O.V.

We arrived at America's birthday party a little late, due to Italy freaking out over how we didn't have any colors to decorate his birthday card with. We had to go to multiple stores to find the crayons he wanted to use, and then it took even longer as I sat and watched him draw weirdly yet nicely detailed flowers on America's card, along with a picture of him and America eating food together.

I was in the drawing too, but just standing away from them making a stern face. I didn't want to argue about that, and decided it'd be better to just go.

As Italy and I walked in, we were immediately blasted with confetti from cannons and rock music blared from an American band onstage. Red, white and blue shined everywhere around the huge ballroom America had rented out for his party.

I was not surprised in the least.

"Wow~, he has more sparkles than last year!" Italy said, grinning. He grabbed my hand and dragged both of us over to the buffet area. America was there, but I don't think that's the reason Italy wanted to head in that direction.

"Oh hey dudes! You totally made it, yeah I know this party is to celebrate me, but you guys also get to be here, so you're welcome" America said to me, patting my shoulder and laughing.

I chuckled slightly, going along with what he said.

"Ja, it's a great celebration just like every year. Italy has your gift from us with him, he picked it out" I told America.