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2P!Romano X Yoh: Fashion Frenzy (Drabble)
String upon string of curses rang throughout the currently almost empty house of the Nordics. And obscenity after obscenity was shouted in sync with what occurred on the screen in front of the dark-haired Korean girl, who sat on the couch with a PS2 controller in hand going from left to right, and mashing the buttons at almost inhumane speed.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! NO!!! NOT LIKE THAT!!!! HEY!!! FUCK YOU, THAT'S CHEATING!!!! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!? WHAT KIND OF BULLCRAP IS THIS?!”
She had taken the opportunity, when her guardians had gone out for a bit, to let off some steam on gaming without that “idiot Dane” around to bother her. The game she had chosen was Kingdom Hearts 2 and she was currently trying to defeat Demyx. She had heard that he was a tough one to beat, but never had she imagined it would be this difficult!
The little shitter kept jumping around the field and launching tidal waves at “her” and kept summoning his water clones time and time again, forcing her to kill them unless she wanted to be instantly KO:ed. ... Which was just what seemed to have just happened.
“Dammit, Demyx!!! That's the 11th time you KO:ed me for fuck's sake!! Why must you summon FUCKING CLONES?! And why do I have to FUCKING KILL ALL OF THEM in order to not get INSTA-DEATHED?!”
She leant back in the couch with a huff and crossed her arms over her T-shirt clad torso. One can understand why she was pissed. This was not her day. At least, not her gaming day. Sighing she leant back forward and picked up her controller again. She was not letting this stupid and fucking annoying AI defeat her.
But it wasn't long before she was back to cursing at the little rat again.
~*~*~*~*
Flavio was in a quite good mood that day, but of course, when wasn't he? He was heading over to the girl that his brother fancied's place, with the plans of taking her shopping with him. If she was to be his future sister-in-law, she really needed to look the part. His usual smile was on his face and his spirit was high and up in the clouds.
As he reached the Nordic home he took note of the fact that the large family car wasn't in the driveway, so he correctly assumed that the Nordics must've gone out and left Yoh alone, because he knew she had had no plans of going anywhere that day.
He raised his fist and knocked on the door. There was no answer. Hm... That was odd. He knocked again, still no answer. He contemplated it for a moment before taking action. Leaning in close to the lock he brought out his sewing kit, fished up some needles and started picking the lock. It wasn't long before it opened and the door swung open before the blond-haired Italian.
Flavio giggled slightly to himself before readily inviting himself in.
“Oh dolcezza~! Guess who's-a come here to-a bring you out for-a shopping~?” he literally sang out while making a wide, circular motion with his arm. “Come-a on~ It'll-a be so fun~ You're-a gonna love it~!”
Again, there was no reply. Once again thinking it was odd, because he knew she was home, he started heading for the living room. As he got closer he could clearly hear cursing and loud swearing at something.
'Oh dear. It would seem that my little dolcezza is mad at someone. Again...'
When he was just outside of the living room he could faintly hear the sound of music, and smashing and crashing. Now curious of what was going on he carefully slid into the sunlight lit room, and there on the couch sat his dolcezza, playing some weird game, and wearing...
'BLACK SWEAT PANTS, A BLACK LOOSE-FITTING T-SHIRT AND SANDALS FROM TWO YEARS AGO?!!! THIS IS HORRIBLE!!!'
He let out a loud shriek which caused the Korean girl to look up from her game, and once again get KO:ed the blond little fucker. She turned to see her consort's older brother, in all his glory, shrieking like a girl and looking horrified.
“What the hell do you want, Fashionista retard?”
No, she was not very gracious toward the latter. She could tolerate Luciano, but Flavio? No. He always tried to force her to wear what he insisted was “fashionable”.
“What in-a the holy world of Gucci are-a you wearing, dolcezza?!”
“My clothes?”
His ever growing horror seemed to intensify even more. And his beloved rose-tinted sunglasses slipped from their perfect position on the bridge of his nose, and his mouth hung agape. Leaving Flavio looking both horrified and dumbstruck at the same time. All of his fashion senses were going haywire at the moment, and his fashion alarms were running amok.
He went up to Yoh and grabbed her by her shoulders, lightly shaking her, whilst looking her in the eyes with his panic filed ones.
“No no no! This simply-a won't do! I was-a going to to this either way-a, but now I realize that we're-a in more of a hurry than I-a first thought!” He started dragging her away from the couch and the safe premises of her house. “Come-a here, dolcezza! You and-a I are-a going shopping! And that's-a pronto!”
“Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing, Flavio?! Hell no!! I'm not going fucking shopping with you! Now let me go now, dammit! Flavio!!! Did you hear me?! Let me the fuck GO!!!!”
~*~*~*~*
After about an hour Flavio had managed to get her into town and into one of his favorite stores, not without a fight though. Yoh had resisted quite a bit, and almost gone as far as to trying to scratch him. Had she had either her katana or her dictionaries with her he would've been dead before he could say the word Gucci.
Flavio pushed her into one of the dressing stalls and locked it from the outside to ensure that she wouldn't escape while he scavenged for clothes that would fit her and make her look “fashionable” in his eyes.
“Now just-a stay there for a little while-a, okay~? I'll be-a right back with-a some clothes for-a you~!”
And with that he left the dark-haired girl alone in the dressing stall.
~*Yoh's POV*~
I sighed in annoyance at Flavio's antics. What was wrong with my clothes anyway? I know they're not “fashionable”, so to speak, but I didn't care. They were comfortable and they were gender-neutral. Sure, I didn't mind skirts, and sure, I tended to like mini skirts and stuff, but I also tended to tie these skirts to my Gothic style of clothing, which to me were the perfect mix of both male and female. It's quite pleasing to the eyes, but held that edginess to it that simple screamed “attitude”, which was exactly how I wanted it.
Again I sighed.
The clothes that Flavio tended to pick out were girly, pink, and in all the wrong colors! I mean, pink and baby blue?! Who was he?! Oliver?! I was more for black, red, white and lime green.
There was a knock on my stall door, and before I had a chance to react, a pile of clothes came falling down from the small slit above the door. Then several pairs of shoes were pushed in through the slit below the door. And no sooner had the I been buried in bright colored clothing and shoes did I hear Flavio's screeching sing-song voice.
“Here you-a go, dolcezza~ All in-a your size too~!”
After the first two times I stopped questioning how he knew of my size. I eyed the pile of clothes and a comical animé anger vein popped up on my head as my anger reached its limit.
“Flavio...!” I growled dangerously at him. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT?!?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”
“It's-a clothes, silly~ You'll-a look so good in-a them~”
“There's no way. In hell. That I'm wearing any of this, you sick fucktard!”
I held up what looked like a spaghetti strapped summer dress. It was light blue in color and the very thought of wearing that made me shudder violently. I threw it over the door, back to the awaiting Italian, along with a pair of white stilettos which hit him straight in the face, heel first.
“If you think you're gonna get me to wear this kind of crap you'd better think again, stronzo!”
“Those are-a hurtful words, dolcezza~ And you'll have to-a wear it! You're going to-a be my future sister-in-law, and so you'll have to-a be fashionable~!”
“Hell to the no, dipshit! I'm-a NOT wearing this bullcrap!” I shouted at him, mocking the fucker's Italian accent.
“Come-a on, please~? Please~? Per favore~?”
“No! Nyet! Nej! Dame! Iya da! Bùshì! Non! Nein! No! Nu! Fucking! For-get! It!”
Even though I couldn't see it I just knew that he started pouting. “Oh come on, dolcezza...! Per! Fa-vo-reeeeee! For-a meeeee? Pleeeaaase?”
“FUCK! NO! FLAVIO!”
I could practically feel it, even though he must've been aware of the fact that attempting his famed kicked-puppy-face was no use since there was a door between us. I could even hear some fake sniffling.
“Why must-a you always be-a like this, dolcezza...?!” he whined.
“Because this is not my style! This is way too bright for me!! If you come back with something dark and edgy I might, observe, mightconsider it! Now let me out before I rip your fucking guts out for dragging me all this fucking way!”
“Not until-a you try on every-a single outfit I-a gave you~”
“No way in hell!!! Heck, what did you even barricade this door with?!”
But he didn't listen and just continued to talk as if I hadn't spoken at all. “And you must-a show me how you-a look in-a each one too-a~!”
I threw another shoe at him through one of the slits. This time I threw it through the lower one and hit his ankle. I could hear him scream and jump around, and through the slit I could see him hold his foot in agony while he jumped. I let out a small dark laugh before returning to cussing him out in a way that would make a sailor speechless.
Fucking Italian and his goddamn fashion frenzies.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! NO!!! NOT LIKE THAT!!!! HEY!!! FUCK YOU, THAT'S CHEATING!!!! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!? WHAT KIND OF BULLCRAP IS THIS?!”
She had taken the opportunity, when her guardians had gone out for a bit, to let off some steam on gaming without that “idiot Dane” around to bother her. The game she had chosen was Kingdom Hearts 2 and she was currently trying to defeat Demyx. She had heard that he was a tough one to beat, but never had she imagined it would be this difficult!
The little shitter kept jumping around the field and launching tidal waves at “her” and kept summoning his water clones time and time again, forcing her to kill them unless she wanted to be instantly KO:ed. ... Which was just what seemed to have just happened.
“Dammit, Demyx!!! That's the 11th time you KO:ed me for fuck's sake!! Why must you summon FUCKING CLONES?! And why do I have to FUCKING KILL ALL OF THEM in order to not get INSTA-DEATHED?!”
She leant back in the couch with a huff and crossed her arms over her T-shirt clad torso. One can understand why she was pissed. This was not her day. At least, not her gaming day. Sighing she leant back forward and picked up her controller again. She was not letting this stupid and fucking annoying AI defeat her.
But it wasn't long before she was back to cursing at the little rat again.
~*~*~*~*
Flavio was in a quite good mood that day, but of course, when wasn't he? He was heading over to the girl that his brother fancied's place, with the plans of taking her shopping with him. If she was to be his future sister-in-law, she really needed to look the part. His usual smile was on his face and his spirit was high and up in the clouds.
As he reached the Nordic home he took note of the fact that the large family car wasn't in the driveway, so he correctly assumed that the Nordics must've gone out and left Yoh alone, because he knew she had had no plans of going anywhere that day.
He raised his fist and knocked on the door. There was no answer. Hm... That was odd. He knocked again, still no answer. He contemplated it for a moment before taking action. Leaning in close to the lock he brought out his sewing kit, fished up some needles and started picking the lock. It wasn't long before it opened and the door swung open before the blond-haired Italian.
Flavio giggled slightly to himself before readily inviting himself in.
“Oh dolcezza~! Guess who's-a come here to-a bring you out for-a shopping~?” he literally sang out while making a wide, circular motion with his arm. “Come-a on~ It'll-a be so fun~ You're-a gonna love it~!”
Again, there was no reply. Once again thinking it was odd, because he knew she was home, he started heading for the living room. As he got closer he could clearly hear cursing and loud swearing at something.
'Oh dear. It would seem that my little dolcezza is mad at someone. Again...'
When he was just outside of the living room he could faintly hear the sound of music, and smashing and crashing. Now curious of what was going on he carefully slid into the sunlight lit room, and there on the couch sat his dolcezza, playing some weird game, and wearing...
'BLACK SWEAT PANTS, A BLACK LOOSE-FITTING T-SHIRT AND SANDALS FROM TWO YEARS AGO?!!! THIS IS HORRIBLE!!!'
He let out a loud shriek which caused the Korean girl to look up from her game, and once again get KO:ed the blond little fucker. She turned to see her consort's older brother, in all his glory, shrieking like a girl and looking horrified.
“What the hell do you want, Fashionista retard?”
No, she was not very gracious toward the latter. She could tolerate Luciano, but Flavio? No. He always tried to force her to wear what he insisted was “fashionable”.
“What in-a the holy world of Gucci are-a you wearing, dolcezza?!”
“My clothes?”
His ever growing horror seemed to intensify even more. And his beloved rose-tinted sunglasses slipped from their perfect position on the bridge of his nose, and his mouth hung agape. Leaving Flavio looking both horrified and dumbstruck at the same time. All of his fashion senses were going haywire at the moment, and his fashion alarms were running amok.
He went up to Yoh and grabbed her by her shoulders, lightly shaking her, whilst looking her in the eyes with his panic filed ones.
“No no no! This simply-a won't do! I was-a going to to this either way-a, but now I realize that we're-a in more of a hurry than I-a first thought!” He started dragging her away from the couch and the safe premises of her house. “Come-a here, dolcezza! You and-a I are-a going shopping! And that's-a pronto!”
“Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing, Flavio?! Hell no!! I'm not going fucking shopping with you! Now let me go now, dammit! Flavio!!! Did you hear me?! Let me the fuck GO!!!!”
~*~*~*~*
After about an hour Flavio had managed to get her into town and into one of his favorite stores, not without a fight though. Yoh had resisted quite a bit, and almost gone as far as to trying to scratch him. Had she had either her katana or her dictionaries with her he would've been dead before he could say the word Gucci.
Flavio pushed her into one of the dressing stalls and locked it from the outside to ensure that she wouldn't escape while he scavenged for clothes that would fit her and make her look “fashionable” in his eyes.
“Now just-a stay there for a little while-a, okay~? I'll be-a right back with-a some clothes for-a you~!”
And with that he left the dark-haired girl alone in the dressing stall.
~*Yoh's POV*~
I sighed in annoyance at Flavio's antics. What was wrong with my clothes anyway? I know they're not “fashionable”, so to speak, but I didn't care. They were comfortable and they were gender-neutral. Sure, I didn't mind skirts, and sure, I tended to like mini skirts and stuff, but I also tended to tie these skirts to my Gothic style of clothing, which to me were the perfect mix of both male and female. It's quite pleasing to the eyes, but held that edginess to it that simple screamed “attitude”, which was exactly how I wanted it.
Again I sighed.
The clothes that Flavio tended to pick out were girly, pink, and in all the wrong colors! I mean, pink and baby blue?! Who was he?! Oliver?! I was more for black, red, white and lime green.
There was a knock on my stall door, and before I had a chance to react, a pile of clothes came falling down from the small slit above the door. Then several pairs of shoes were pushed in through the slit below the door. And no sooner had the I been buried in bright colored clothing and shoes did I hear Flavio's screeching sing-song voice.
“Here you-a go, dolcezza~ All in-a your size too~!”
After the first two times I stopped questioning how he knew of my size. I eyed the pile of clothes and a comical animé anger vein popped up on my head as my anger reached its limit.
“Flavio...!” I growled dangerously at him. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT?!?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”
“It's-a clothes, silly~ You'll-a look so good in-a them~”
“There's no way. In hell. That I'm wearing any of this, you sick fucktard!”
I held up what looked like a spaghetti strapped summer dress. It was light blue in color and the very thought of wearing that made me shudder violently. I threw it over the door, back to the awaiting Italian, along with a pair of white stilettos which hit him straight in the face, heel first.
“If you think you're gonna get me to wear this kind of crap you'd better think again, stronzo!”
“Those are-a hurtful words, dolcezza~ And you'll have to-a wear it! You're going to-a be my future sister-in-law, and so you'll have to-a be fashionable~!”
“Hell to the no, dipshit! I'm-a NOT wearing this bullcrap!” I shouted at him, mocking the fucker's Italian accent.
“Come-a on, please~? Please~? Per favore~?”
“No! Nyet! Nej! Dame! Iya da! Bùshì! Non! Nein! No! Nu! Fucking! For-get! It!”
Even though I couldn't see it I just knew that he started pouting. “Oh come on, dolcezza...! Per! Fa-vo-reeeeee! For-a meeeee? Pleeeaaase?”
“FUCK! NO! FLAVIO!”
I could practically feel it, even though he must've been aware of the fact that attempting his famed kicked-puppy-face was no use since there was a door between us. I could even hear some fake sniffling.
“Why must-a you always be-a like this, dolcezza...?!” he whined.
“Because this is not my style! This is way too bright for me!! If you come back with something dark and edgy I might, observe, mightconsider it! Now let me out before I rip your fucking guts out for dragging me all this fucking way!”
“Not until-a you try on every-a single outfit I-a gave you~”
“No way in hell!!! Heck, what did you even barricade this door with?!”
But he didn't listen and just continued to talk as if I hadn't spoken at all. “And you must-a show me how you-a look in-a each one too-a~!”
I threw another shoe at him through one of the slits. This time I threw it through the lower one and hit his ankle. I could hear him scream and jump around, and through the slit I could see him hold his foot in agony while he jumped. I let out a small dark laugh before returning to cussing him out in a way that would make a sailor speechless.
Fucking Italian and his goddamn fashion frenzies.
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I'm not sure whether this is a drabble or not, but this just popped into my mind and I just had to write it down.
Sure it could probably come off as a oneshot, but dubbing it as a drabble is the only way I'll be able to cope with this sloppy kind of writing from myself...
It's sloppy and very every-day-ish, language wise. And it's only in drabbles I kind of accept this kind of writing and language.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Hetalia
I don't own Kingdom Hearts 2, it belongs to Square Enix.
I only own myself and the story
Sure it could probably come off as a oneshot, but dubbing it as a drabble is the only way I'll be able to cope with this sloppy kind of writing from myself...
It's sloppy and very every-day-ish, language wise. And it's only in drabbles I kind of accept this kind of writing and language.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Hetalia
I don't own Kingdom Hearts 2, it belongs to Square Enix.
I only own myself and the story