Romaly
Italy
Italy opened his eyes and found that he wasn't in Germany's room. He sat up and rubbed his neck. He wasn't even in his own bed. He got up and walked to a window, and looked out.
Outside didn't even look like Germany or Italy at all. It was covered in a desert blanket and it was rather hot. Tumbleweeds rolled by. Italy, however, felt cool in the room.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Romano? Are you awake?" came a Spanish voice. The door opened and Spain stood in the doorway. He smiled at Italy.
"Good morning!" he said. Italy smiled.
"Good morning, Big Brother Spain! Do you know where I am?" he asked. Spain looked slightly confused, but he went along with Italy's little game.
"You are here, in my country! You've been here for most of your life,eh, Romano?" he said. Now Italy was confused.
"Romano? I didn't see him. Is he here?" he asked looking around the room. Spain looked more confused now.
"Are you feeling okay, Nino?" he asked him.
"'Nino'? Is that what you call Romano?" Italy asked him. Spain nodded.
"Si, that is what I call you," he said, now starting to think Italy was acting weird.
"That'sa what you call me? Do you think I'm Romano?"
"Si, You are Romano, aren't you?"
"No, I'ma Italy. You know. Veniziono?" Italy said. He couldn't understand why Spain thought he was Romano all of a sudden.
"You're little Veniziono?" Spain asked. He started scratching his head in confusion. Italy nodded.
"Si?"
"Maybe you need to sleep some more? You don't seem like yourself," Spain suggested. He smiled, "You get some more sleep and I'll save your breakfast. Si?" he said as he closed the door.
Italy felt confused. Why did Spain think he was his older brother? He noticed a mirror and walked over to it. As soon as he walked in the reflection of the mirror, he squeaked and jumped back out of its reflection. Strange, he saw his brother's face in the mirror. Italy waited a few seconds before standing back into the reflection again.
Italy saw his brother's face. He saw his brother's eyes, his hair, everything that looked Romano he saw. Italy put a hand to his cheek. The Romano in the mirror did the same. Italy started to shiver and his curl quivered as well as the quivering Romano in the mirror. His curl in the mirror shook to the rhythm of his trembling. He even sounded like Romano!
"Oh my pasta!" Italy whispered, "I'ma in Romano's body!" He put his hands to his chest. He felt as if his body was bigger. Italy screamed and he felt light headed.
"How could this be?! It's impossible!" he screamed. He fell to his knees. Spain burst open the door.
"Are you okay, Romano?! I'a heard you screaming!" he said. He walked over to Italy and helped him up. He sat Italy on the bed and rubbed his back.
"Why were you screaming, Romano?" he asked him in a quiet voice, trying to calm the Italian. Italy trembled.
"Don't call me 'Romano'. I'ma Italy, I tell you," Italy said. Spain looked confused.
"I don't understand you today. You're freaking out. Do you need some water or anything? Are you hot?" he asked. Italy shook his head and he still trembled.
"No, I'a just need some time to think," he said. Spain cocked his head to the side, but then he nodded.
"You should get some sleep. Maybe you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today?" he suggested as he patted Italy on the back. Italy nodded.
Spain stood up and walked to the door.
"If you need anything, just call," he said as he closed the door. Italy sat there and wrapped himself in his arms. He didn't understand this at all. Why was he suddenly in Romano's body?
He laid himself down on the bed and panted heavily. He was starting to hyperventilate. He could only hear his own breathing in the room. His head swam. His vision started to haze. He felt dizzy. He closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.