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Romano had to stifle a yawn mixed up with a groan of pure boredom.
Five hours
This hellish nightmare of a meeting had been going on for five damn hours during which he already had had planned out at least some four hundred other combinations of what he would've done if some kind of Giufà, the village fool - and there were plenty of them in here -, stood up declaring that the ecosystem was about to make a prophecy and pick out the chosen one from the nations to fight the Evil Muffin King and stop him from taking over the OGMs to control the earthworms that were attempting to rule over mother nature.
Yes. He was that desperate. Yes, he was that bored.
And yet, there he was, listening to the macho potato trying to calm this whole fiasco down. As usual, he managed and set down the rules - even though the mess would be back within minutes. Speaking of which, the stupid blond allowed himself eight minutes of speech.
South Italy would've liked to blame the uncomfortable feeling rising in his lungs on the German, growling out that his breath was polluting the air or something, but he knew his uneasiness wasn't from his little brother's annoying friend.
The more the minutes passed, the more the feeling grew heavier. And, suddenly, out of instinct, Romano stood up, violently, his chair rattling against the floor, falling down. Everyone turned to him... literally everyone... Well, who wouldn't ? He had been sudden, a bit brutal, and most of all, noisy. But he was too bothered by his hurting lungs and chest to feel ashamed.
He barely managed to mumble out a random excuse, for him not to be too out of character, and exited the room under the exasperated look from stricter nations, curious glances from the others and worried stare from Veneziano, who probably knew what was going on by now.
He needed to hide somewhere till it passed... but he wouldn't be able to go further away than the bathroom.
He could only hope that no one would walk on him in such a miserable state.