Title: Silly Short Stories, One.
Rating: T, for swearing on Romano's part.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Romano and America being silly. Hinted Spamano.
Disclaimer: This series does not belong to me in any way.


Romano walked - no, marched into his house, fuming with anger. This really wasn't his day. Not only had Spain been even more annoying than his usual self, he was hanging out with stupid narcissistic Prussia and perverted France with their so called... What was it now... Bad Brain Trio? Well, never mind that!

When he got home his mood only worsened. The angry Italian found out there was a nation photographing, filming and just about spying every little corner of his house! Not only that, it had to be America. America, of all the nations. There should be a limit to unhappiness, Romano thought to himself.

"Hey! Hey! I said hey, damn it!"

The shouts picked America's attention, if rather late, and the blue eyed blond turned around cheerfully to face the angry brunette.

"May I ask the reason of your unexpected visit?" The words were filled with venom,

"So!" at the American beamed brightly "I'm gathering info for my new bestseller and this is the perfect place!"

"Yeah? Care to tell me what the fuck that's about?" Romano snorted, completely not amused.

"Check it out: It's about this guy, who is the son of the most powerful Italian mafia in America and-"

"Wait... Did you say Italian mafia in America?" The blond nodded. "Tch, that must be the most idiotic thing I've ever heard and I'm Feliciano's brother!"

Romano started to list all the - very important - reasons why the Italian mafia - the so called "original one" - was the best and most cruel of all, why no group could ever compare and repeatedly mention how many countries had the - to copy him, such as America. The Italian's outburst surprised the American, who reminiscently thought of his ex care taker while looking at Romano's frown and endless complaining. England wasn't a favorite of his movies as well, but maybe this one could change the tea loving nation's opinion a bit? It wouldn't be bad to make a sequel if the movie was successful... Wait, who was he kidding? All the great sagas would always be trilogies! Okay, maybe not all of them...

"And that's why it will never work. Capiche?" The bespectacled blond looked blankly at the Italian, nearly forgetting his existence while lost in his, he would add, quite amazing and heroic, thoughts.

"Uhm... Okay." Was the answer.

Romano just scoffed. He was used to blank or wondering expressions, a certain Spanish man always had one or the other. But, Romano would quickly add to avoid thinking about Antonio's face and smile, it was nice having this sort of attention to his people and traits, even if it was in another nation like America. Everyone always remembered his brother when Italia was mentioned, because of his paintings and art and culture... If one would bring up the subject of South Italy, they would usually talk about the mafia or its tomato fields... Which was the case.

Nevertheless, it was worth of attention and the other nations might take him more seriously if this movie really does portray the violence in the subject. That was good enough for him, even if the older Italian would never show it.

"Well, I might catch it when it comes to the movies." That earned a surprised look, followed by a grin from the American. "... What's the name, again?"

"The Godfather".


Author's Notes: Burn, poor Romano! A short silly story I thought while reading about the American and Italian mafia. Also, homage to one of the best trilogies I've ever seen. Maybe someday I'll be able to read the books as well... One can only hope!

The first one of the Silly Short Stories series. It will follow the same way as England's Short Stories, but with other characters and hopefully funny situations! This will be pretty crackish, so don't expect great insights or logic whatsoever.

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