Saccharine: adj. 1. Of the nature of or resembling that of sugar. 2. Falsely sweet.
Italy beamed as he opened the front door to his home in Italy. He giggled and he stepped in, closing the door behind him, but not before wishing the kitten that had followed him home a quick good bye.
"Romano~!" He chirped. "I'm home"
He skipped though the old halls as he searched for his grumpy older brother. Italy found him in the living room, sipping a glass of wine.
"Che, so you finally ditched the macho potato?" Romano sneered. Italy moved to sit in the chair next to him and frowned.
"Fratello! Don't insult Germany. He's really nice and strong and cool and," Italy began to babble. Romano stared deep into his wine glass, twirling the liquid around thoughtfully.
"Drop the act Veneziano." Romano interrupted his brother. "No one's here and it's irritating." He grumbled as he looked up from the spinning red wine.
Italy paused for a moment. Slowly the ends of his lips turned up into a dangerous smirk. He opened his eyes and narrowed them, their amber color cold.
"Ah, I've been doing this so long I forgot to stop." Italy let out a deep humorless chuckle. He leaned forward and poured himself a glass of wine.
"Well, you should remember better. Your cheerfulness grates on my nerves." Romano pouted. Italy sighed and sipped his wine.
"I know. Just thinking about that idiot smile disgusts me." Italy laughed quietly. "But, while we're doing this, why don't you drop your act as well."
Romano automatically smirked.
"What gave it away this time?"
"The pouting. You would never do such a pathetic thing. However, I still don't understand why you chose an act so close to your actual personality." Italy mused.
"It's so that I don't have to prance around like a little girl without a brain. Seriously, 'Ve~'. Where did you even get that?" Romano scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"The same place you got your 'Chigi'." Italy smirked. The conversation stopped as they drunk their wine in deep thought.
"I have to say," Italy said suddenly. "This game we're playing is getting boring." Romano nodded in agreement.
"You'd think more than just one country would figure out our little act." They chortled softly before lapsing into thoughtful silence.
"Perhaps we shout end the game." Romano said. Italy stayed silent for a moment as he thought about the idea.
"Hm. Yes, that does sound interesting. Ending the game." Italy let out an insane laugh. "How exciting." Romano smirked.
"So, who should we kill first? Spain and Germany?"
"Eager to kill your amore Romano?"
"If I hear 'Lovi' one more time" Romano cringed in disgust. "He's just so foolish. I could have killed him twenty times just today. It'll feel so good to finally see his blood spill."
"Unfortunately, we can't kill them yet. If things take a turn for the worst we can always trick them again. They'll be the most hesitant to fight us."
Romano scoffed. "You're just saying that because he looks like that Holy Roman boy."
Italy's smirk dropped. He glared at Romano who simply glared back.
"I told you not to talk about him." Italy hissed.
"He's dead. We killed him. Get over it. We couldn't have him spreading the truth about us. Besides it's not like you loved him for real."
Italy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes, but he was such a fun toy. Either way we still can't kill those two yet. They'll be useful later."
Romano sighed although knew it was true.
"So America then?" He asked. "He's one of the world's most powerful countries. If we take him out the whole world will be affected. In addition, he'll get involved somehow anyway, just like the world wars."
"Ah, such a pity those plans went wrong."
"He's also naïve and stupid. It won't take much to take him out of the picture. The only problem is we'll make some powerful enemies in Japan and England."
"But that's the glorious part." Italy smiled wickedly. "We won't let them know it's us."
Romano cocked his head signaling him to go on.
"I doubt it'll take much to get the Russia at the ticked 'capitalist pig' and America ticked at the 'dirty commie'. Just a few words here and there. It sure didn't take much last time."
"Another Cold War." Romano laughed.
"Except this time it won't be cold."
Suddenly a shrill ring cut through the air. Italy looked down to see his phone blinking. He grinned at the name flashing on the caller I.D. He picked it up and placed it to his ear.
"Ve~! Ciao America! Me and fratello were just talking about you! How are you?"
Romano smirked and sipped his wine.
Woot! I'm writing stuff! I love Dark!Italy, but I love it more when there's Dark!Romano to! Yay! -.- I'm sorry this one kind of failed. It looked cooler in my mind. Well, I plan to have two of these a week but I make no promises. Some will be shorter, some will be longer, and some may be a sentence. I don't know. I'll have some pairings and what not. But,
Review n' Stuff please. :D