hi, you guys. happy first of April day, the mischief's day.

here's a sweet little drabble with the Italian brothers, so enjoy.

p.s. T for Romano's dirty mouth

Romano: HEY! erase that stupid comment, NOW!

Italy: Ve~ bella? didn't you forget something?

me: huh? ',:\ what do you mean?

Romano: he meant your fucking disclaimer, or whatever it is, you paper bastard.

me: EH? really? gomen-ne...

Italy: Ve~can i say it, pwease?*puppy face*

me: s-sure, if you want to *squeals in secret*

Italy: YAY~ PAAAASTAAA. bella says she doesn't own anything in this story.

Romano: stupid! *smack Italy(Ouch!)* she owns this fucking plot, and you*points a finger at me* start this damn story already.

me: Eh...hehehehe '-_- why do we always end up like that?

Italy giggled to himself, he's so going to fall for this, he placed the balloon of water gently on the door and then ran to the living room, chuckling.

A moment after, the door was thrown open. "Veneziano? What did I-"

BOOM, the balloon fell on his head and all the water splashed on him, soaking him wet. Romano face flushed red in anger and embarrassed, "VENEZIANO, YOU BASTARD! COME HERE, YOU'RE SOO DEAD!" Italy laughed so hard, he needed to hold his aching stomach. Romano charged on him, water dripping from him, increasing Italy's laughing, and held his collar, picking him up.

Italy's smile faded and got replaced with suffocated groans and struggling.

"You know I hate when you do this EVERY fucking year, so will you FUCKING knock it out?" he spat and dropped the pale-blue Italian on the floor.

"B-but*cough*I wanted to make you*cough*laugh, ve~" Italy was tearing out, coughing, and looked at Romano with big, teary, dog eyes.

Romano started to feel bad, "D-don't apologize, dammit. W-why you wanted to make me laugh in the first place a-anyway, stupido?" he looked away, blushing into a tomato shade.

Italy sniffed once before smiling a bit, "But it's the first of April today"

...

"The mischief day! Ve~ so I wanted to play a prank on you, to make you laugh."

Romano blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed, "I-I'm sorry." He hugged Italy, looking away, blushing even harder(if that's even possible), "A-and g-grazie, dammit. You stupido bastardo!"

Italy hugged him back, "Ve~ that's okay, Fratello. Want to eat pasta with me?"

"S-sure, if you want to."

"Yay~"

Romano smirked, earning a giggle from Italy, and walked to the kitchen, leaving the Italian struggling for breath on the floor, holding his stomach.

Not a minute after, a roar echoed through the house, letting Italy release his laughing out loud, "VENEZIANOOOOOO!"

Romano: *blushing* what was that for, paper bastard?

me: oh my...*giggling* you look like a tomato, my little sweet tom-

Romano: I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A TOMATO! AND DON'T CALL ME THAT!

me: *fangirl moment* but Lovi~3333333

Romano: DON'T CALL Me that *looks away, blushing harder*

me: *hugs Romano* why not~3?*whines* you're mine~ *whispers to his ear*

Romano: *shivers and runs away from me*

me: WAAAIIIT~

Italy: Ve~ but what about me~?*whines*

me: *hugs Italy* i love you too~3

Italy: YAY~*hugs me back*

me: *squeal* i can die happy now...

ha-ha!

have a nice 'holiday', kolkolkolkolkol, ksesesesese, fsososososo, bakabakabakabakabaka, ohonhonhonhonhon. veveveveve, hahahahaha, awesome! chigi! aiyaaa...

AND the tradition way!

HE~TA~LI~AAA~

Italy: HASTA LA PASTA!

Romano: shut up!