A/N: my sis (fifteenandahalf) and i came up with the idea of capitals for the countries! they're probably going to say been there, done that, bitches! :3 and yet ~ I DON'T GIVE A PIE

I OWN NADA!

Veneziano woke up to the sound of someone in the kitchen. Was fratello up already? No, Romano never gets up before ten on saturdays... Curious, the little Italian flopped (EVERYBODY DO THE FLOP!) out of bed and wiped some drool from the corner of his mouth before tugging his plain white tee on over his pink muscle shirt. Why was it called a muscle shirt when he didn't even have muscles? Veneziano paused at the bedroom doorway to ponder that thought for a moment. Then he shrugged and continued his endeavor to the kitchen. Once or twice, he stumbled on his way down the stairs. He was tired.

When he was about to enter the kitchen, the distinct smell of pasta- Alfredo, to be exact, with Romano cheese sauce (does that cheese taste like fratello? Veneziano wondered breifly)- slapped him across the face, hard, as if to say 'pay attention to me! I have white cheesy sauce instead of typical red sauce!'. When he walked through the doorway, the first thing he saw was a cute little girl, dressed in a clean ironed white dress with a sky blue sash and a cute bow in her hair to match. She was absolutely adorable, and Veneziano grinned as he realized that the little girl looked remarkably like, well, Veneziano himself! The large, alert golden brown eyes, the slightly messy brown hair, and the slender waist... the only thing missing was the curl!

"Your'e so cute! What's your name? I'm Italy Veneziano!" Said Italian knelt down and ruffled the kid's hair. "By the way, the pasta smells delicious!"

The girl blushed. "My name is Rome, one of two Romes. But you can call me Roma! I'm the sah- so- sophi- urgh!" She scrunched up her tiny button nose and squinted. "Fancy. Yeah, fancy part of Rome. I'm your CAPITAL!" Roma said ecstatically, then threw her arms around a surprised Veneziano's neck dramatically.

"Where's the other Rome?" Veneziano asked when he had removed the excited capital from his neck, then waist, and finally leg.

Roma shrugged. "Probably upstairs. When we woke up here, he said that he was gonna find the guy with the curl on the...um..." Roma paused as she struggled to discern what side of the head Romano's curl was on. Veneziano supplied the answer. "It's on the left. Mine's on the right." Roma smiled just like Veneziano did when he was pleased with himself, only more innocent and childlike. Just as she was about to serve Veneziano some pasta for breakfast, they heard a yell and then a string of swear words from upstairs (Probably Romano, Veneziano thought) about stupid little shitholes climbing into his fucking bed and sitting on his goddamn face before ten am.

Veneziano covered Roma's ears before she could hear any more than that.

And Romano came tumbling down the stairs, holding on to a little boy who was struggling and threatening and cursing about people always yelling at him and telling him what to do ALL THE TIME! When they hit the last stair, they kept rolling and yelling until Roma just screamed and Veneziano started yelling too. Then, all of a sudden, everyone was completely silent as Romano and the other Rome realized what was going on. Romano stood up awkwardly and glared, first at Rome, then at Roma and Veneziano.

"Who's this stupid kid?" Romano asked loudly and rudely. "I was hoping there would only be one little kid in the house." Roma looked ashamed of herself for just being in the room, but Veneziano put his hands on her shoulders in a fatherly way.

"Romano, be nice. She's my capital." Romano looked terrified.

"That little...thing...is related to you?!" Then, with wild and horrified eyes, he looked at the little boy who was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, an annoyed-yet-amused expression on his face, arms crossed in a smug manner. "Is...that...our cap- no, he can't be! Veneziano, is he?!" Romano hated kids, and right now he was just a bit more than panicked. But just to annoy him, Veneziano smiled joyfully, crouched down next to Rome and placed his hand on Rome's shoulder. He was now the proud father- er, country- of twins. So was Romano, but you can't just tell him that.

"Of course he is." he responded to Romano's query, and Romano let out a terrified yelp and backed away. Over-dramatic idiot, Veneziano thought, but he kept the smile on his face. "What's your name, little boy? I'm-" The 'little boy' cut him off.

"I am Rome! Well, the Ghetto-slash-Mafia-slash-Gang part of Rome, anyway. The trashy part." He mumbled the last part. Apparently, he was that part of Rome, for the way he dressed was the complete opposite of Roma. Baggy cargo pants, a dirty army-green jacket that looked like it'd been through a war, and a stained white tank top, along with an adorable cherub face that resembled Romano's, but with a permanent scowl glued on he looked like he was related to the older Italy Brother. Which he actually was. And Romano will not be pleased to hear it, Veneziano thought.

"Um, Rome," Roma ventured. "I think you should be nice to our country..." She trailed off after a venomous look from him.

"Are you seriously suggesting that I should be...kind and polite?! Really, Roma? C'mon, you know me!" He was acting like she had just asked him to jump off a cliff. She shrugged, and moved closer to Veneziano. He placed his arm around her again, and she smiled up at him. Rome made a face that was definitely not a smile.

"Do we have to keep them?" Romano whined, and Veneziano gave him a stubborn look. Romano shrank under his brother's gaze, and relented. "I-I guess I can learn to live with them..."

Veneziano brightened. "Then I'm gonna call Doitsu and tell him aalllll about you, Roma!" She looked at him with wonder.

"Doitsu? Who's Doitsu?" She asked. He just smiled and went to pick up the phone, Roma following close behind. Before he could even pick up the phone, however, said phone began ringing. Veneziano gestured to the phone, and Roma picked it up with a huge smile on her face.

"H-hellooo?" She paused as the other person spoke. "Oh, okay. Here he is." She held the phone out to Veneziano and shrugged. He took the phone.

"Hi, this is It- ... Just... Ger- Hey, are you okay? Your'e really excited right now...Really? Omuhguhyay! I'll be over in a minute. Lav you lots!" Veneziano hung up the phone grinning. "Germany has a mysterious little kid at his house. The kid appeared this morning, and looks just like an albino Germany! Germany wants me to come over to his place and help... iono, really. Get rid of him? But if it's his capital... Well, Roma and I are going over there. You wanna come, Romano?"

"And see more annoying kids? No way! But I really don't wanna stay with that little shithead- oh yeah, I'm supposed to nice. I'll come then."

They threw on their shoes and coats and trudged through freshly fallen snow to the little yellow bug that served as transportation for the Italy Brothers. Roma beat Romano to the shotgun seat, and Veneziano yelled "I call driving!" Romano grumbled some offensive words in Italian and sat in the back seat, as far as possible from Rome, who shmushed himself against the door and glared at his country who was just as pissed.

"Allllll right, Roma! Let's do this!" He started the car and, after a few tries, got out of the driveway without hitting the trashcans that sat at the end of the driveway. Romano sighed.

"You should really get your license, Veneziano..."

A/N: next capital we meet is... well, it's easy to guess! what's Germany's capital? and we all know it's Prussia's capital, too!

~ pancake-chan