Forevah: Hello everyone! Whats up? This is a Hetalia drabble. And guess who this is...yerp. Italy and Romano. Brotherly fluff. You'll find out more later. So-

Romano: Oi! She doesn't own us! There! I started you off! Now, bitch, get this thing going!

Italy: Fratello, what would Spain say?You kno-

Romano:*VERY pissed off* DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT SON OF A BITCH SPAIN! ALL HE DOES IS COMPLETELY PISS THE FUCK OUT OF ME!

Italy and Forevah: VE! DON'T HURT US!

Germany: Itttttaaaaaaallllllllllyyyyy yyy!*Runs over and gets in front of Italy*

Spain: Forevah! Don't worry! The boss will save you! *Goes over to Forevah and hugs her*

Forevah:*In the middle of silently weeping*...E-Enjoy...

Italy and Romano were sitting in the bedroom(with a TV) , watching...American Christmas Specials? Ah, yes. The Italy brothers were asked by Japan to watch them with him, but Japan couldn't get out of a meeting with his boss. So, here they were, eating pasta...watching America's stupid movies. Yep. Life was good. Well, for Italy that was. Half the time he wasn't even paying attention, he only tuned in when he saw a cute animal. And we all know what would happen if Italy watched Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and met the Abomidable Snowman.

''VE! FRATELLO! Help me! The scary abomibadababable snowboy will come and get MEEEEEE!'' Italy wailed. He was currently clinging onto his 'Fratello', crying like a little baby.

''Oi! Get the HELL OFF ME!'' Romano screamed. He hated when something like this happened. The tantrums that Italy would have, like this one, usually happened because he was either(mentally or physically) hurt or scared. And ever since the 'Potato Bastards'(as Romano would put it) came around, the tantrums have been very frequent.

''B-But Fratello, w-what if the abomibadable snowboy comes and hurts me? A-And what if Germany isn't there to h-help me?''

''Ugh, for the LAST DAMN TIME! Don't always depend on that bastardo to swoop in and save you! Also, there's no such thing as the ABOMIDABLE. SNOWMAN! Now, get your fucking act together or else I'll kick your sorry ass!'' Romano tried to get up, but Italy held on.

''...Fratello?'' Romano turned his attention, instead of trying to get up, to a calmer Italy.

''Hm? What do you want now?'' Italy was looking at the ground, being almost completely quiet. And this scared Romano very much.

''Will you promise to stay with me? To always be my Big Fratello?'' Italy looked up at Romano, finally. The look on Italy's face kind of reminded Romano of when Spain had run out of churros last week. Romano sighed as he thought of how to answer.

''Italy, of course. That will never change. Why would you ever think that?'' Romano's face slowly filled with worry, a feeling he hadn't felt in a while.

''R-Russia said that I would be alone on Christmas if I-I relied on people too much. A-And I don't want it to come true...'' Italy started to tear up at the thought of being alone. Romano shifted and held his brother in a hug.

''Veniciano, you don't trust Russia. That was proven a WHILE back. It will never-EVER- happen. You got that?'' Italy silently nodded. Romano did something that neither ever saw coming: He smiled. Romano then cleared his throat and then took his and Italy's pasta plates(That were completely spotless) and got up.

''I'm gonna put these away and get some tomatoes. Want anything?''

''Gelato, please.'' Romano nodded and walked out of the room. Italy looked at the T.V. and then was startled when the grandfather-clock in the courner of the room struck a familiar time.

00:00

It was midnight. That means today was Christmas. And Italy was the only one in the room. He laughed a bit, and then sighed.

Italy: I was alone on CHRISTMAS!?

Forevah: No, no, no! Not what this was meant for, Ita! *Hugs*

Italy: Oh. Well, Fratello was REALLY nice to me!

Forevah: Exactly! So don't be sad and let's ge some PASTA!

Italy: YA!

Forevah: More stuff to come! Bye!