Of course. He knew something like that would happen, but why did he act like that? It started earlier that day when Spain, France, and Prussia showed up at the brothers' door.
He was sitting on the couch with his brother. They were watching one of America's tv shows, it was called 'Jersey Shore'. He didn't really like it, but Veneziano always watched it. While he mentally debated how America considered it to be entertaining a knock on the door was heard. Veneziano stood up "I'll get it, ve!~" he said happily. Romano turned the tv off so he could hear who was at the door. "Ve!~ Spain, France, Prussia!~ come in!~" the four of them walked into the living room and took a seat, France and Spain on either side of Veneziano on the couch and Prussia in the armchair across from Romano. "Hola Italy, how are you?~" asked Spain. "I'm good, ve!~" said Veneziano. Spain and Veneziano began to smile and giggle while Spain and France cooed over how cute Veneziano was. Romano sat back in his chair for a while until he lost his patience. "Hey bastards, why are you here?" he said. Spain pouted childishly, "Roma~ that's not nice…you should be nicer like Italy, you'd be a lot cuter~" Romano glared at him as he went back to cooing over Veneziano as if Romano had never said anything. 'I don't need to be like him, dammit. I'm me, not fratello.' he thought. After a few more minutes of being ignored he got up and walked out the door unnoticed, however he wasn't aware of the set of crimson eyes that watched him the entire time.
So here he was. After some time it started to rain and he was soaked, but he didn't care. Spain always dotes on Veneziano when he comes over, so why did he get so upset? Italy's nicer, Italy's cuter, Italy's better. ' Italy' he thought bitterly, ' of course they call Veneziano Italy.' he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't hear the footsteps behind him or realize that the rain wasn't hitting him anymore until the person spoke. "hey Romano, what are you doing out here? You'll catch a cold." Romano turned around and saw Prussia with his normal grin on his face, holding an umbrella over them. Romano blinked in surprise, he didn't think anyone would notice that he was gone, but his face quickly fell into its usual scowl. "why would you care, bastard? Shouldn't you be fawning over Veneziano with the other two bastards?" the Prussian's grin turned into a frown when that was said, but before he could say anything Romano started to walk off again. "Romano! Romano, wait!" he called, but the Italian continued to walk away. "ITALY!" that made him stop. He turned around and said bitterly "I'm sorry, you have the wrong person, Italy is my brother." "That's nonsense! You're just as much Italy as your brother is. Don't listen to Spain, he doesn't know what he's talking about! You don't need to be like your brother, you're fine just the way you are." Romano's eyes widened, surely he was lying, but his expression said otherwise. So, Romano did something that he doesn't do very often, he smiled "…grazie…bastard." Prussia blushed lightly at his smile "it's no big deal, now let's go back." Romano followed him back to the house, the smile never leaving his face.
Romano learned two things that day. The first, Prussia isn't that much of a bastard as he thought. The second, you can get a really bad cold from standing in the rain for a while, but he was able to recover after a couple days with the help of a certain Prussian.