"Roma! Roma! ROMANO! Wake up dammit! It's breakfast time." A young girl with strawberry blonde hair and red eyes was already in her maid dress and apron. So yes, she was a maid, in fact- she was the only maid. She grew up with Romano, so of course she cursed in every other sentence but she didn't use is seriously, it was more out of innocence and habit.
The older man waved away the tiny hand patting his cheek sleepily. The girl frowned and decided to take drastic measures. She climbed up the bed post and jumped off onto the bed, more specifically, onto her caretaker. He rolled away quickly before she made contact, now fully awake. At least his brother isn't here, she thought, I might have missed or something. I guess he's at Germany or Japan's place.
"What is wrong with you dammit! You could have squished me!" Romano yelled, holding his hand over his heart, breathing heavily.
"That was the point you bastard! Now get me my breakfast!" The child said dismissively. Hopping of the bed, she watched her caretaker get off the bed as well. "Any way didn't you notice anything?" She put her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer.
"No, is there anything different?" He looked at her from top to bottom, and then he noticed what she was wearing. "Where did you find Veneciano and my dresses!"
"They were in the attic, I washed them last night. Honestly you should remember…" She left the room, heading towards the kitchen. Romano brushed his teeth and slightly combed his hair, then also went to the kitchen where the girl had already set the table. There was also a cup of coffee on his side of the table, along with a smaller, empty cup. He sighed and reached onto the top shelf of the pantry, extracting a bottle reading: Product of Romania. He shook it around a bit and poured the dark red liquid into the cup. The child's eyes lit up at the sight of the drink and immediately took the cup in her small hand and drink half of it in one blow. Romano then sat down, and began sipping his coffee.
"How the hell do you drink that stuff any way, Adela? It stinks like hell." He said scrunching his nose to the smell. Adela glanced at him.
"It's in my nature. If you want to blame someone, blame Romania dammit." She said licking the blood off her lips. "Can I have more?" She asked, holding out her cup out to him.
"Knock yourself out, but this is the last one." He said, pouring more blood into the cup. Breakfast went by in this manner, and when they finished their bread, Adela washed the two cups and plates and changed out of her maid dress to help Romano out in the garden.
Both of them were shoeless, and picked tomatoes to place in the basket. As the sun rose higher in the sky, the girl was beginning to get tired and nodded off under the shade of the apple tree. Romano noticed her asleep and carried her to her bedroom. He put her in her pajamas and tucked her in. Sitting on her bed, he stroked her curly strawberry blond hair and kissed her forehead.
He checked the clock and saw it was past noon, she should have been asleep and hour ago. No wonder she's so tired. The Italian thought to himself. He turned off the light and partially closed the door.