"Sure-a!" Nodded the (colour)ette, who was the personification of Rome, the italian capital.
"Jou should try to go for zhe rope!" Gilbert whispered so that no one else could hear.
The girl blushed lightly and nodded at her albino friend; she inserted her hand in the bag and started shuffling around the items in search for the one she was suggested to pick. Finally, after a few seconds, she felt it, the rope.
'A rope! Oh god, why me?' Thought the italian girl, pulling the item out of the bag as she remembered HIS 'little secret' that Gilbert had 'accidentaly' slipped out.
"It seems like mein awesome friend got mein little bruder! Kesese~" Prussia stated, pushing the two into the closet. "Have fun!" Snickered the older german, shutting the door close, the clicking sound of the lock echoed through the silent compartment.
A couple of minutes passed, the silence was total, (f/n) used this time to let her eyes get used to the darkness of the room. Finally being able to see, the (h/c)) head shifted.
"Ludwig... can i-a ask you-a something?" She wondered; Germany grunted affirmatively in response.
"Is it-a true?" Rome asked, a faint blush covering her cheeks aas she started to play with her sleeves. "That you're-a into-a... bdsm?" She spoke the last word with her voice as low as possible.
"Vho told jou zhat?" The german's eyes narrowed; even if the (colour)ette had lowered her voice so much, he still heard what she said.
"W-well... you-a see... ah, ve~!" (F/n) whimpered, his voice was sounding too harsh for her liking.
"(F/n)!" Germany warned.
"Prussia, Prussia, it was-a Prussia!" The italian blurted out while shaking her head, resembling her little brother Feliciano.
Ludwig sighed and sat down with his back to the wall. Every chance he might have had with her was now goone thanks to his brother.
Noticing his actions, Rome calmly walked towards the male, kneeling down next to him. The girl placed a hand on his shoulder, starting to rub soothing circles.
"You know!? I-a still like-a you, Ludwig!" She stated with a smile, causing the german to blush lightly at the female's bubbly attitude.
"1 minute, dudes!" America shot from the outside.
"Ah, Doitsu~! We-a still haven't done what we-a are-a supposed to..." the italian mused.
"Vhat do jou mean, frau?" He asked, getting startled as a pair of (e/c) orbs suddenly apeared a couple of inches away from his own eyes. The girl was comfortably sitting on top of the male's legs, only causing more heat to rise to Germany's face. Smling brightly, the girl placed a quick peck on top of the german's lips, leaving the male stunned.
(F/n) was on the process of getting up when a strong tug brought her back down and into another kiss, a more passionate one.
"Ve~! Sorella got together with-a Germany!" Feli cheered.
"Che!? What are you-a bastardo doing to-a mia sorella?" Romano snapped. What the heck was wrong with his family? First, Veneziano starts hanging out with the damn potato eater; then, Sicilia gets together with the tomato bastard; now, Rome also got together with the potato bastard... "You-a idiotas are going to-a be the death of-a me!"
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