It was another beautiful day, and Romano was picking his precious tomatoes at the back of his garden. It sure is nice without having any of those fucking bastards around… now I can pick my tomatoes in peace….Wow, Mario! You have grown so much! So plump and red! But Luigi is still green…Now, what should I do wi-

"Ve~fratello! Fratello! We received a letter! It is very pretty! Look-a at those gold borders and-" The usually hyper Italian was running towards his older brother until he tripped and fell. Oh, God. Why.

"Just gimme that, bastardo! God, you can be such a pain in the ass som- every time…It must be from our boss or something, probably about another world meeti-ehh? ? ?"

"Owie….Hm…fratello are you ok what is it! What is it!"

"…"

"Ve~fratello I'm not patient hurry up what is it~"

"We…"

"HUH?"

"LEMME FINISH GODDAMMIT. WE HAVE A LITTLE BROTHER!" Both of the Italians stayed silent for couple of minutes, trying to process the words that floated around them. We have a little brother. We have a little brother. We have a little brother.

Both of the brothers sat down on the tomato-filled field, thinking about what they should do. At least Romano did. Dammit….how is Feliciano going to react? Is he going to cry? FUCK he's staring at me shit shit shit shit shit shit shit what now? What do I say to him? FUCK he opened his mouth -

"…Does he like pasta?"

"…WHAT?"

"I said, fratello, if our little brother liked pasta…."

"WE HAVE A SERIOUS ISSUE HERE AND THE ONLY THINK YOU COULD THINK OF IS IF HE LIKED PASTA? IDIOT!"...Oh damn. He's going to cry... Shit. What now? "Uh. We..We're going out. Let's go."

"Yay! Where? " Feliciano dried his tears with his hand and went back onto his happy mode again.

"To that bastard's house." How can he change his mood so fast?

"Big brother Spain?"

"No, not that one." Why does he have to remind me of that tomato bastard? I forgot that I was supposed to go to his house today. Oh well.

"Germany?"

"Not him too, besides, I call him the potato bastard." Wow. Now that fucking potato rapist. Oh I was supposed to research on something for him. Oh well.

"Boss? Prussia? America? England? France? Austria? Hungary? Russia? China? Kor-" OH FUCK IT.

"NO! TO OUR LITTLE BROTHER'S!"

"Ah…I get it. Okay. Okay. So Romano, what is his name?" His name?...What was it again? Ah.

"Se…Seborga."

"SEBORGA? What a beautiful name! I like it! Uhh do we know something else about him?"

"No." That's right. I don't know anything about him. Feliciano and Romano got into Romano's car, and started driving towards their mysterious little brother.

"Hm…so what about we guess how our little brother is? I think he loves pasta, and I don't think he will be as good with girls as us! I think he will love Germany as me and-"

"Wait, wait WHAT? No. I think he will be smarter than you, at least. His name sounds like it. He will prefer pizza than pasta, and yea I think we'll be better with girls than him. Heh. And no way in hell he's going to like that potato man. If he had to choose, he would prefer the tomato pedo. Got that?"

"…Hmm..Romano, what if he's as perfectionist as Germany? Or what if he is as bad tempered as you? Or what if he is as annoying as Sealand? Or as hyper as America? Or a pervert like France?"

"Calm down, dammit. He is going to be a perfect little brother ok? He's not going to be like any of those fucking nations got me?"

"Fratello…"

"WHAT."

"What if he's like Belarus?" Romano freezed and stopped the car on it track right away. A couple of other drivers cursed and gave him the finger, but he didn't mind. Holy fucking shitty shit. What if he is. Li..like Be…Belarus. What if he loves us too much . Romano forgot about that thought, or tried to, and got back on track. Feliciano didn't really mind that sudden break because he was used to that with him driving. The trip wasn't that long, it took about 30 minutes, and by then, the two brothers thought of Seborga as a possible rapist-cook-scary-as-hell-strict-smart-not-flirt-weird-short brother.

"Well…this is it. We fucking arrived."

"Ve~ I'm nervous fratello."

"Well don't be. Let's go."

Damn dividing thing

Seborga's house was a little smaller than the two brothers', but it looked very, uh, homey. It had a small red door, and various windows in the front. The house was a light brown, and its garden was full of flowers and trees. Maybe he loves the nature. Romano went towards the door and knocked on it twice. Nobody came, so he just opened the door, which was unlocked. The interior was better than he thought it would be. Although the outside of his house was all nature-like, the inside of it was modern, with weird shapes and clean. Very clean. Still, nobody came, so Romano looked at the giant white clock on the wall. 3 o' clock. Time for our siesta.

"Hey, Feliciano, how about we-" Feliciano was already on the black couch, sleeping and snoring lightly. Wow. How can he sleep like that? Romano went over to his brother and lied down beside him, since the couch was huge enough for at least three people. As soon as he lied down, Romano just knocked out. Little did he know that the owner of the house had seen everything.

Hello! So I know this chapter is pretty short and confusing and bad, but there are more chapters that I'm pretty done with, and this chapter was kind of rushed, so please forgive me! Hmm...let's see...uh...the Nordics will eventually appear, the Allies, and some of the Asians. There are going to be slight pairings, but not so...'ruff' Heh. Hmm..okay I think I'm pretty much done with this lame talk. Ok! Please read the following chapters! Oh I forgot. This fan fic isn't going to be nothing serious, it's mostly how the nations are going to act stupid, uh, in other words, it's going to be more humor. If there is any. You know what, I'm confused myself with this talk so I am going to stop now. Really. Bye~ Thanks for reading!