High
Summary: Meet Italy Veneziano. He's happy-go-lucky, silly, sweet, and kind of ditzy. He's also a product of Feliciano Vargas. Meet Feliciano. He's depressed, angry, and just wants it all to end. Oh, yeah, and he does the drugs that make Italy the way he is.
The first, and only, hopefully, to find out about Italy- Feliciano Vargas' drug problem was his older brother. Feliciano was positive that Romano was going to Spain's. Romano had even booked the ticket, went to the airport, and everything. Apparently, though, the plane had been canceled and Romano wouldn't be able to get another flight until the next day. So, Romano had walked in on Feliciano smoking weed. To be fair, Feliciano was nearly Italy at that point, so his guard was down.
"What the Hell are you doing?" Romano shouted in surprise as Feliciano- nearly Italy- jumped a bit. Feliciano smiled lopsidedly. "Just relaxing. You want some?" He held out the joint to Romano with a small snicker. "Wha- Do I want some? Hell no! Are you insane, Veneziano?!" Romano snapped as he snatched the joint away from Feliciano. Feliciano pouted.
"What the Hell is this, anyway?" Romano frowned before he sniffed at it lightly. His eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Marijuana?! What the fuck are you doing smoking marijuana?!" Romano gaped at his goofily smiling younger brother. "Marijuana sounds so harsh." Feliciano pouted as he complained. "Let's just call it weed." He grinned lightly before reaching out for his joint, only for Romano to snatch it away from him.
Romano looked decidedly anguished. "How long have you been smoking marijuana?" He asked quietly. "Weed." Feliciano corrected, then shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe a year? Or maybe a little less?" He questioned, though more to himself than to Romano. "How could... Why...?" Romano trailed off as tears collected in his eyes.
Feliciano was surprised. 'Well, someone's overreacting.' He thought to himself, vaguely amused, though a bit guilty for distressing his older brother so much. However, the artificial giddiness began to take overrun every other emotion. "Veneziano..." Romano choked out, eyes watering further at his little brother's nonchalance to this.
Italy blinked, cocking his head slightly to the side. "Yeah, Roma?" He questioned with a large, sweet smile. "Please don't do marijuana anymore." Romano's voice trembled. "Ve~ Please don't be sad! I'm sorry, Roma!" He wailed before he shot himself over to Romano's side to hug him tightly. He let out a few other "ve~" sounds as he embraced his older brother.
Romano embraced his brother tightly as well, giving Italy a little shock. "Veneziano, please promise me you won't do drugs of any kind anymore." Romano whispered. "Ve~ I promise!" Italy Veneziano promised. Feliciano, on the other hand, gave no such promise.
And so, Italy, the product of Feliciano's little drug problem, thrived.
What. The. Hell. I have no idea where this idea came from. Well, maybe it came a little bit from the song Habits by Tove Lo. I don't doubt that, actually. Okay, so I'm writing on my grandparents' ancient computer, so this is likely to have a few mistakes. Sorry. Anyway, I don't know if I'll continue this or not. I guess that depends on you guys. If you want me to continue it, go ahead and tell me. Review, please.
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