RomanoXReaderXAmerica: Strange Love (Ch. 3)

RomanoXReaderXAmerica: Strange Love (Ch. 3)
{Warning : Cussing, Little Blood, and slight angst. Also the Bad Touch Trio}

Pain... That's all you're feeling at the moment, both physical and mental. The second thing you feel is someone's hand over yours, with the sound of sobbing. 'Why would anyone cry for me? Who could be here? Lovino? No… that scent, it's Alfred.'

"(N-name), I am, I am so sorry I couldn't catch you in time." Alfred chokes out through his sobbing, barely making it past a whisper.

"I-I'm so sorry. I wasn't a hero. I couldn't even stick up for you, Lovino did that. The kid you haven't even known for a day protected you!" Alfred chokes up on a sob, trying to mute them by covering his mouth, failing desperately.

"(Name), I've never been a hero to you when you needed one the most. I'm so sorry… This is the second time I've failed you… I won't do it again." Alfred then stands up, releasing your hand, and walks away, stopping at the door to say,

"Next time you see me (Name), I'll be different. I promise." He then glides out the door, shutting it behind him.

Your eyelids flutter open, gazing out the window. 'Alfred… you will always be my hero. You don't need to change.'

Your eyes close gently, taking you away to dreamland…

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~Inside Le Dream~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

You open your eyes to find yourself in a meadow. A very familiar one too…

"Aha, come on Alfie it's this way!" You see a younger version of yourself run by, passing you like you were a ghost.

"W-wait, (Name), hold on!" You then see a younger Alfred run by, chasing the younger you. 'W-wait! I know this place! It was mine and Alfred's favorite place when we were younger! But why don't I remember this scene? Maybe I should follow them.'

You begin to follow the seven year old Alfred chasing the six year old you. You end up under a willow tree, watching the younger you play with Alfred near a pond.

"Hey, um (Name)… I have a question I've wanted to ask you." Younger Alfred blushes, fiddling with his hands. Younger you smiles up at him.

"Of course you can ask it Alfie! What's on your mind?" You smile slightly, leaning up against the tree. 'Younger Alfred is so adorable! I just want to glomp him.'

"Ah! Um, well… I was wondering, when we get older, if we could get married! Like our mommy's and daddy's are!" Your eyes widen slightly, 'How come I don't remember this?'

The younger you giggles, tackling Alfred to the ground. While smothering him in a hug, younger  you exclaims, "Of course Alfie! That way, you can always be my hero!"

You stand there laughing at the younger you and her antics. 'Oh wow, why do I not remember this!?'

Younger Alfred laughs, hugging you, bringing both of you back to your feet. He then smiles big, grabbing your hands with his, and kisses you.

You then blush, watching the scenario in front of you. 'A-Alfred was my first kiss. Do-does he remember this?!'

You then hear a bang, making you jump, bringing you back to reality.

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~Out of Le Dream Land~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

"Damn it Francis, why the hell did you slam the door?!" You hear Gilbert's voice break through your sound barrier. You furrow your eyebrows, trying to open your eyes.

"He look, Mi tomate is waking up~! She looks so adorable~." You could practically feel the look Gilbert was giving Antonio.

"Really Freund</b>, are you that weird?" Gilbert asks Antonio only to be interrupted by Francis, "Hey, you guys! Don't forget me~! Je ne veux pas être oublié! Je suis à splendide à être oublié!"

You laugh breathlessly, "You guys are such idiots." They all gasp at you before running over to you, sitting by your bed.

"Frau! Do you know where you are?!" "Mon Cher Please tell me you know who we are! More importantly me!" You hear a French and German Prussian groan of pain.

"Idiotas! No se trata de usted! Ella acaba despertaron, darle algo de espacio!" You hear Antonio scold, to hazy to understand what he said beside 'idiots'.

"Scheiße, Toni! How hard can you hit?! Besides Francis was the one asking about himself! Why the hell did you hit me?!" Gilbert complains, rubbing his head.

"Hm well, maybe I just felt like hitting you." Antonio crosses his arms, redirecting him gaze outside the window, watching the leaves in the tree dance with the wind.

"Warum sie wenig-" Francis appears in between the angered Prussian and the doomed Spaniard.

"Hey! Toni you were right! We are here for (Name)! You two fighting is giving her a headache!" The French teen reasons, glaring at them both.

"Ugh, fine." Antonio and Gilbert agree. Although Francis was correct, they were starting to make your head throb, it was a quite amusing way to wake up.

"So Frau… How are you feeling?" Gilbert asks you, brushing your bang away from your face.

You laugh slightly, opening your (Color) orbs, looking into his ruby ones. "Honestly, like shit."

"Well that is to be expected Mon Cher… You took quite a fall. You had cracked that pretty head of yours." Francis places a hand on the bloody bandages around your head.

"Si, (Name). You had looked so much like a tomato, but I was not happy. Not at all... They had to give you 23 stiches to sew you up." Antonio comes and places him hand on your cheek.

You smile slightly, closing your eyes. The Bad Touch Trio are like the brothers you never had. Yes they would flirt with you occasionally, but it was just in their nature.

"So do any of you know when I could get out of here? Hospital food is worse than Arthur's scones."

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~Le Time Skip~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

Apparently you had to stay in the hospital for 3 days, and were they bad! The only good thing was when the BTT had visited you every day, making you wonder where Alfred and Lovino were.

"So Mon Cher, the Bad Touch Trio has an amazing day for you today! We've planned so many things for you." You look turn to look at Francis, who's sitting in the backseat of Gilbert's red Ferrari.

"Ah? Like what?" You hear Gilbert's awesome laugh beside you.

"Frau, if we told you that it would spoil the surprise. Now face forward so you don't hurt a nerve in your neck. There really sensitive at the moment." You turn towards Gilbert, who seems so focused on the road it's surprising.

"Hey, Gilbert… Warum zahlen Sie so viel Aufmerksamkeit? Sie sind meist die Musik beschallt und abrocken, es." You watch as a deep blush dusts across your friends cheeks from you speaking his native tongue.

"Ah it's nothing important Frau. No need to worry your pretty little head over it." Gilbert blushes harder, gripping the wheel.

"Hey, mi tomate. I suggest you stop making Gilbert blush unless you want to kill us all." You hear Antonio whisper beside your ear, his breath making you shiver as it brushes across your neck.

You look at him with pink across your nose, nodding slightly. He smiles and leans back in his seat, the one behind you.

You look out the window, with two things on your mind. 'Where the hell are we going? And more importantly, where's Alfred and Lovino?'