It was so gray, so rainy and so, so boring Romano thought he might as well crawl under a rock and stay there forever. He hadn’t experienced a day as boring as this for a long time. Being alone didn’t do anything to raise his mood, if anything it only made him dwell in his own misery even more. He was so bored. And he couldn’t go out to pick tomatoes, couldn’t be bothered leaving the house to get a pizza and was way to lazy to call someone over. Besides, Veneziano was at Germany’s place and Romano didn’t feel like calling him because...reasons.
He went into his living room and turned on the television, only to zap between the channels without finding anything he felt like watching. News, horrible news, terrible news and dreadful news. Apparently, the weather, that only seemed to worsen, had already caused accidents on the highways and some lake had flooded. Nothing that catched Romano’s interest or cheered him up. So he did what any lazy, bored to death person would do; he stayed in the sofa and felt miserable until his stomach told him to get up.
The rain poured down so heavily that it almost looked like fog outside. Romano saw close to nothing looking out of his window. Going out to get pizza seemed like an even worse idea than it had before. Everything was just gray. The weather, Romano’s mood and the kitchen. It all seemed so gray, so dull, so boring.
Rainy days sucks. Romano concluded as he opened the fridge, only to find out that it was more or less empty. The italian man threw the fridge door shut and cursed everything he could possibly think of cursing. The sound of thunder drawing close rumbled in the distance. Maybe a cup of coffee would do. He was pretty sure he had some cookies somewhere in the kitchen, maybe he could make himself some coffee and find a good movie to watch. Or even a bad one, he could always make fun of all the stupid characters. It actually sounded like quite the plan, he realised. And maybe it would make the rain more pleasant. Being inside an listening to the rain wasn’t that bad.
The room light up as lightning struck, much closer now than it had been before. Romano stretched his arm up to reach for a cup (stupid spanish bastard had put just a little too high for Romano to reach) when a loud boom of thunder almost exploded in the room and the room was light up by yet another flash. Then everything went pitch black. A krash was heard when the cup Romano had been reaching for fell to the floor and smashed into hundreds of pieces. Cursing everything and everyone Romano fumbled for his phone for a flashlight and started picking up the splinters of the cup. It’s just one of those day when you just shouldn’t leave bed. He thought to himself.
A sound echoed in the house, and it took Romano a moment to realise that it was the sound of his doorbell. What idiot could possibly be out in a storm like this? He did know one idiot, but that idiot wouldn’t be this stupid, would he?
But of course he could. Romano opened the door and almost blinded the green eyed man at the doorstep. Spain was drenched, with wet clothes and hair almost glued to his head. (It still looked great though, Romano had to admit.)
“Buenos días, Romano!” The spaniard said happily, in his ever sing-song voice.
“What the hell are you doing here? You should be home, not out in this storm!”
“But I wanted to see you.” Spain pouted as he stepped in and hung his coat up. “Oh, you have a power failure.”
“Just as I was about to make coffee… And now the TV isn’t working. This day has been just horrible!”
Spain only laughed at Romano’s whining. “Well, I have my laptop, which happens to have a DVD feature. And I have chocolate. And Disney movies.”
Romano only stared blankly at him.
“Hakuna matata?”
To his surprise, Romano burst out laughing. He stopped, smiled, and pulled Spain closer to hug him. “God, sometimes I love you so much!”
short gerkraine oneshot written from the prompt given by @aphwritingchallenge
Summary: It's finally sweater weather, and Ludwig can't wait to break out his warmest, coziest sweaters. The only problem is he can't seem to find any of them.
The wind howled outside Ludwig's bedroom, the rain threw itself at the glass of his window. Occasionally a rumble of thunder could be heard, followed by a brief flash of lightning. The street was gloomy, the normally cheerful-looking autumn leaves that littered the ground muddy and wet from the storm.
The whirr of a space heater could be heard, mixed in with the sound of the rain. It swiveled monotonously, blowing heated air around the small room. On one side of the cozily warm room was a bed, neatly heaped with blankets and pillows. On the other side was an open closet, clothes spilling from it. Shirts were tossed all over the normally tidy room.
Ludwig was sitting on the bed, huffing, partially from exertion and partially from annoyance. His blond hair, which had previously been carefully styled, was tousled and messy. A single strand hung in front of his blue eyes, and he flicked it away in annoyance.
Realizing it was much too hot in the room, he got up and unplugged the space heater. The whirring died slowly, leaving him with nothing but the wind and rain.
Ludwig couldn't find any of his sweaters.
It was irritating, because usually his things were organized. Usually, he wouldn't be missing anything. But he'd just spent - he checked his watch - half an hour looking for a sweater. He'd completely emptied his entire closet, getting slowly more frustrated as he reached the dregs, finding not a sweater but those boots he hadn't worn in two years.
Now, Ludwig owned about twelve sweaters, so it shouldn't have been that hard to find one. He had sweaters in every colour and pattern, even an ugly Christmas sweater for December. He loved being wrapped in the fuzzy warmth of cozy sweaters. And tonight, with the rain driving relentlessly and the wind blowing mercilessly, seemed like the perfect night to wear a sweater.
Of course it had to be tonight when he couldn't find one.
With a sigh, Ludwig kneeled down and began to pick up the clothes all over his floor. He'd only tidied up about a quarter of his clothes when his doorbell rang.
He exited his bedroom and walked down the hall. Upon opening the door, he found his girlfriend.
Irina was dripping wet, from her blonde hair to her rubber boots, but she smiled to see him. She was wearing a long black overcoat and her messenger bag was slung over her shoulder.
She stepped into his apartment quickly and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. She broke away quickly and grinned, and Ludwig tasted her fruity lip balm.
“Hi!” She said breathlessly.
“Hey.” Ludwig closed the door behind her. “What brings you here?”
“Movies,” She answered simply. “I thought it'd be the perfect night.”
“You brought physical movies?” Ludwig asked incredulously.
“Netflix never has the good stuff,” Irina said airily, taking off her shoes. “Do you have any popcorn?”
Ludwig chortled. “Yeah, I think so, but I gotta check. I also gotta check if the DVD player still works.” He laughed once more and moved down the hall to his tiny kitchen. Irina could hear cupboards opening and closing.
Irina unzipped her coat and took her bag into the living room. She flopped on the couch and yawned.
Ludwig entered the room, holding a bag of microwave popcorn. He glanced at Irina, then did a double take. “Hey!”
“What?”
“You're wearing my sweater!”
Irina glanced down. Her sweater was an emerald green, with small white striped running across it. The sleeves hung past her fingertips. “Oh yeah,” She replied. “I forgot this was yours.”
“So you stole all my sweaters!” Ludwig said accusingly, sitting down beside Irina.
“Maybe. What can I say, they're cute,” She giggled. “Besides, all my sweaters are too tight in the chest.”
Ludwig snorted. He put the bag of popcorn aside as a slight smirk curled the side of his lips up.
“Stealing is wrong,” He pretended to admonish. “There needs to be some sort of repercussion for this.”
“No,” Irina said, catching on. She scooted down the couch, away from Ludwig. “Don't you dare!”
Ludwig let out a peal of laughter as he pounced, beginning to tickle his girlfriend viciously.
“No, stop!” Irina yelled, though she was laughing uncontrollably. “I swear to God, Ludwig Beilschmidt-!” She broke off her sentence with a round of high pitched giggles. She flailed her arms feebly, though that only allowed Ludwig to tickle her more.
Eventually, Irina landed a kick to Ludwig's stomach, which sent him back to the other side of the couch. She sat up, panting.
“Let's just watch a damn movie,” She panted, which made Ludwig lose it. She joined in laughing after a few moments.
When they'd calmed down - which was some time later - Irina spread out her movie choices on the coffee table.
“Heathers?”
“Or we could watch Saw.”
“Or we could not.”
“Why did you bring it then?”
“I'm like 90% sure this is yours. Or maybe your brother's. One of you left it at my house, I'm just bringing it back.”
Ludwig grabbed the Saw DVD and hopped off the couch. “In that case, I haven't seen it for a while. I'd like to refresh my memory.”
Irina groaned while he put the DVD in the player. As the disc was being scanned, he settled back into the couch, one arm around her.
