RomanoXReaderXEngland 4

PART 4

Come back to Me

**Romano’s Pov**

I ran my hands through my hair as I paced in my room. THAT couldn’t have gone any worse then it did. Why did that pathetic whiner baby bastard have to be there? He just HAD to be there and RUIN everything! It was ALL his fault!
____ would have... ____ was going to listen to me when she opened the door. I could tell.  I remembered the spark of hope that flared into a full out fire of hope then turned into a wild raging fire of anger when that bastard came up from behind her.
Why, why, why, why, WHY?!?!?!
Maybe... maybe I shouldn’t have punched him... But he was being so damn annoying! And being rude to ____! She deserved better then that dumby!
“Bonjour! It is me! Francis to save the day!” he threw open the door and walked into the room.
Romano already regretted calling him when he heard the annoying France's voice. He watched him stride into the room with a ease and confidence that greatly annoyed Lovino even more.
"Just sit down, bastard," Romano growled.
"Maintenant Maintenant! (now now) That is no way to treat a lady!" Francis put his hands over his heart dramatically.
"Good thing you're not a damn lady then!" Romano hissed, slamming a fist down on the counter. "Now help me!"
Francis raised an eyebrow as he slide into the counter seat gracefully. "Mon mon... (My my) what a grumpy boy you are today..."
Romano leaned closer. "Seeing the frog kiss my lo-" he stopped, swallowing when both of France's eyebrows raised. "_____," he corrected, "Kiss _____," he licked his lips, "It puts me in a bad mood."
Francis picked a tomato of the counter that was in the fruit basket and held it up for Romano to see clear as day. "You're as red as this, mon ami (my friend)."
Romano flushed even darker, if that was possible. "A-are you going to help me or not?" he stammered, embarrassed beyond belief. How did he get stuck in this situation?
"So..." Francis rolled the tomato in his hands, "Why did you two inseparables (lovebirds*) break up?"
Romano didn't answer.
France glanced over at him. "Neither of you spoke of it and then the next thing u know ____ is going out with Arthur."
Still no answer.
"If you want me help I have to know what I'm dealing with, mon ami."
"I'm not your friend."
An answer but not what France was looking for. He tapped a finger against the counter surface. "Well?"
Romano sighed. "Alright, bastard, I'll tell you."