Hi to everyone! This is my first fanfiction, I'm so excited! English isn't my mother language but I hope I didn't make many grammar errors... ah, yes! I also hope you'll like it! Here we go!


Chapter one: Romano's bad day

Romano was pissed off. Muttering something like fuck you stupid shitty day under his breath he kicked a stone away from his path. He watched it rolling against a bush. Sighing he continued to walk. It was almost lunchtime, he could tell it from the noises his stomach was making. The boy was starting to regret the fact that he hadn't picked up some tomatoes or his wallet before going out for a walk.

"Wonderful! Now I have to come back home if I want to eat something… Che palle!" complained the Italian boy, sighing again.

The sun, high in the cloudless sky, was making him feel a little lightheaded. His eyes scanned the park in search for a bench on which he could have rested for a bit. After a while he found one under a big shady tree.

"Just perfect."

Slowly he reached it and sat down. A wave of relief hit him almost immediately. Peacefully he closed his tired green eyes and let his mind wander over what had happened earlier that day.

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Che palle! Why does August have to be so fucking hot? Fuck you stupid fucking summer! If it wasn't for the hot babes in their oh-so-small bikinis…

Romano's head was full of similar thoughts while he was lying completely naked on his bed, the blankets discarded brutally on the floor. Near the window the curtains were standing still: not even a light breeze had entered to move them that night. The boy was given no choice earlier but to open it since the air-conditioner had not been running due to a blackout. Angrily, he shifted on his back.

Stupid electricity and stupider air-conditioner! Fuck you all…

The Italian was experiencing the worst night of his life. Unable to sleep even for a minute he had turned around on the mattress the whole time, trying to find a position in which he could have been felt cooler.

Romano's tired eyes stopped on the chandelier. Something was hanging out up there but the room was too dark for him to tell with certainly what it was. A light sound on his right diverted his attention from the mysterious object to the boy next to him. Apparently his brother was dreaming something pasta-related. Slowly he shifted again, this time to face the younger boy. He was sleeping peacefully, a trail of saliva wetting his cushion. Soft snoring were escaping from his slight open mouth. Romano was envious although he would rather die instead of admit. So he decided to bully him.

"You think you are better than me, am I right Veneziano? No one is better than you at sleeping! Well, hear that: Greece is way better than you! How do you fell now that you know you aren't the number one of siestas? I bet you are eating yourself with envy! Am I right stupid idiota?" and with that last insult he pushed the kid off the bed.

Veneziano's head made a dull sound when it collided with the hard floor but that didn't wake him up. At the contrary, he began to snore louder.

Damn, he can be so stubborn sometimes… fuck you Veneziano!

Growling he sat up and glanced at the alarm clock on the night desk next to him. It showed no numbers.

Oh yeah, the blackout… how much does it takes them to restore the electricity? Those bastards are slow!

Muttering some obscenities in Italian he rose from his bed. It was still dark outside but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. So he opted for a long cold shower. The thought of fresh water running on his sweated and hot skin made the boy fall in a state of pure bliss. Slowly he began to walk toward the door but soon he found himself on the floor, his chin in pain. Apparently his left ankle had been caught by the blankets, which probably were taking their revenge since the kid had not been so kind with them previously that night.

"Shit! Fucking shitty blankets!" he shouted before kicking them away. Then he dried the tears that had formed at the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. "I hope you to burn in hell! Stupid blankets… Ouch, my chin hurts!"

At the other end of the room Veneziano kept on sleeping, unaware of everything. Cursing him, he rose from the floor and finally left.

About one hour later he was back, fresh and clean. A wet towel was hiding his vital regions from the world.

Where the hell I left my pants? Damn, it's too dark in this room…

Romano switched on the light even if his little brother was still sleeping on the floor. To tell the truth he couldn't care less: find his pants was more important. He took some time to make his eyes used to the light and then he started to look around. The room was a complete mess. Clothes were scattered everywhere among pencils, sheets of paper and brushes. On a chair, near the shoes-covered desk, there was also a slice of pizza.

Oh! So the mysterious object on the chandelier was a sock?! What the hell… Wait a moment!

Suddenly realization hit him: the electricity had been restored! Immediately his eyes darted on the air-conditioner, it was working.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I DON'T FUCKING NEED YOU NOW, SON OF A BITCH! DIE SHITTY BASTARD!" shouted the Italian boy red of anger before tossing at it the first thing that he reached, the slice of pizza. Nothing happened. Growling, he grabbed the remote and switched it off.

If I have to suffer then you should suffer too Veneziano… or more.

Grinning evilly, the elder of the two covered the younger with a pile of dirty clothes.

"Eheheh! Sleep well my dear brother!" he blew him a kiss then began to laugh maniacally.

Some minutes later Romano was in the kitchen fully dressed. He was wearing a pair of green bermudas, an orange sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of way-to-large flip-flops, maybe Spain's.

Let's see what we have in this enormous fridge … ah, milk! Now all I need are a bowl, a spoon and my favorites cereals!

After having found everything, Romano sat down and happily filled the bowl with cereals.

"What the heck?!" he exclaimed surprised and then bent his head to observe the contents of it closer. "Is it pasta? Why in the world is there pasta among my Cheerios?"

That pasta-lover freak…

Sighing he grabbed the spoon and began to pull of the pasta, his scowl growing every minute passed by. Sometimes he truly couldn't understand the boy, even if he was his brother. He loved pasta too but not to that extend!

Seriously, what happened to you in the past that makes you fill almost everything with pasta? Veneziano, I am starting to worry here… CIGHI! What did I just thought? No, it isn't true! I am not worried about you, do you understand?

Flushed he put down the spoon, his annoying task achieved.

What am I thinking? It has to be the sleep deprivation… yeah, it has to be it.

He poured out the milk in the bowl. A white and stinky agglomerate dropped on the pasta-less cereals, his breakfast completely ruined. Romano got mad. Shouting obscenities at the top of his lungs he grabbed the bowl and threw it against the wall. Obviously it broke and its contents were spilled all around the kitchen floor. Not satisfied he stabbed the expired milk with the spoon multiplies time.

"This is what you get when you make angry an Italian, take this BASTARD!"

White substance was squirted everywhere but mostly of it landed on the panting boy hands. Pleased with what he had done he dropped the spoon and grinned evilly. Then a smell hit him.

What the hell is that smell? I can't breathe!

Romano held close his nose with his finger then understand.

"Fuck!"

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Then I took another shower, I fell from the stairs thanks to that bastard's flip-flops, I ate some tomatoes and finally I went out for a walk… what a shitty morning!

Romano opened his eyes. All around him people were having fun. There were girls chatting with boys, kids running after their dogs and mothers talking about their awesome children. The sound of his ringing cellphone caught his interest. It was his brother.

"What do you want idiota?" he grunted.

"Ciao Roma! Ve~ I was wondering where you were! It's lunchtime Ve~" Veneziano voice was full of concern. That made Romano's scowl grew bigger.

Who does he think he is? I don't have to tell him where I go or what I am doing, I am a grown up man!

"I don't care! I don't want to eat your shit anyway."

"But Roma! I made this large bowl of pasta and - "

"ARE YOU DEAF? I SAID I DON'T WANT TO EAT YOUR SHIT!" he shouted angrily before hanging.

Man… he is making my migraine get worse!

Some people stared at the angry boy. Romano showed them his middle finger.

What the hell do they want? Stupid fucking people… Well, it's better if I try to found something to eat. Perhaps it hadn't been a smart idea to turn off fratello like that.

He rose from the bench and began to walk, hoping to find some girl having a pick-nick. A quarter later he found three of them eating happily on the grass.

"Buongiorno belle signorine! Volete un po' di compagnia?"

"Ve~ Roma! I am so glad you come back! I was so worried about you! When I went to the kitchen to make breakfast I found spoiled milk everywhere! It stinks like England's scones!" Veneziano said happily while trying to hug his brother.

"Get off idiota! I have headache!" Romano showed him off growling.

"Uhm… what happened to your cheek?"

"I don't know what you are referring to. My cheek is fine, now leave me alone."

"Ve~ can't you see it? It's like a red hand-shaped mark! Does a girl hit you?" the younger one questioned the elder and pointed it with is index finger. "Does it hurt?" he poked the mark.

"What?! Remove that thing from my face!" he snapped, slapping the offending finger. Romano flushed a bit then tried to change the argument. "Don't you have something else to do instead of tormenting my poor soul?"

"Oh yes! I was making pizza! If you are free why don't you make yourself useful and go take some tomatoes?" Veneziano asked smiling.

At these words Romano got baffled.

What?! Had he really just told me to make myself useful? How does he dare to tell me such a thing? And with that big smile on his face moreover! He is the one that has to make himself useful since he has always been a pain the ass, not me! Always whining and crying for that potato-bastard! "Germany, Germany help me!" How pathetic! And the worst thing is that he doesn't even realize it!

"Roma? Are you okay? You were - "

"SHUT UP!" Romano interrupted the young nation. "I'M FED OUT OF HEARING YOUR CRAP!"

"But fratello, I - "

"DAMN VENEZIANO, WHY DON'T YOU MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL AND SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP? I HAVE A TERRIBLE HEADACHE AND YOU ARE MAKING THINGS WORSE! YOU ARE A PAIN IN THE ASS, DON'T YOU KNOW? A NUISANCE FOR EVERYONE! HOW MANY TIMES THE ALLIES SENT YOU BACK TO THAT POTATO-HEAD AFTER THEY HAD KIDNAPPED YOU? AND DO YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE YOU ARE USELESS AND PATHETIC! AND MOREOVER YOU ARE SO STUPID THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO YOUR SHOELACES!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, the headache killing his brain meanwhile.

Turning around he left the house without adding a word.

What did I just do?


I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Writing Romano was funny even if he was too harsh on the little Veneziano... poor boy! I'm gonna make you a delicious pasta, don't worry!

Che palle: I don't know how to translate it... I usually use this expression when I am angry or I don't want to do something I had to do (I'm Italian so I say it almost everytime).

Idiota: idiot.

Buongiorno belle signorine! Volete un po' di compagnia?: Goodafternoon pretty ladies! Do you want any company?

Fratello: brother.