Damn Squirrel!
Romano liked to sit outside when Spain was gone. There was a nice, large tree in the far corner of the garden that he liked to sit underneath.
The only problem with his spot was the tree's resident; A squirrel that dropped nuts and sticks on his head as he slept. It annoyed him and, no matter how much he swore at the damn squirrel, it kept doing it!
Romano swore the little animal was doing it on purpose.
One day, he got so angry that he threw the tomato he had been snacking at and hit the squirrel.
It looked angry, but dropped nothing more. Romano was proud and content. He finally had a peaceful nap.
Haha. Victory.
...Not. Romano woke up that night to a strange sound. The squirrel was sitting on his bed, and Romano swore that it had a evil little smirk when he noticed the damn animal had peed on his bed! It looked smug and proud, even as Romano chased it out the window.
He screamed, cursed, and swore revenge on the stupid little squirrel.
Spain didn't believe him when he told him about the rotten animal. He thought the little Italian had peed his own bed! What an idiot, and DAMN THAT SQUIRREL! Now, Spain thought he was a bed-wetter!
The next day, Romano climbed the tree and stole the squirrel's nuts while it was gone.
The squirrel peed in his bed again.
He tried filling the hole in the tree with water.
The squirrel peed in his bed again.
He tried to do nothing at all, and STILL the squirrel peed in his bed. He tried everything, even closing the window, and he still got in.
It stopped one day. Romano was happy about it. From his window, he stared at the garden...
Oh...
Well, that explained it...
The tree was cut down.