"Hey fratello..." Feliciano hums as he waits for Lovino to finish the Spaghetti. "Have you ever thought about why we are still two people representing the same country?"
Lovino stops for a second to think. He then answers.
"Because brother complexes are more relatable and Himaruya didn't want an easy to anger Italian that comes off as a sweetie pie at first glance for some reason despite that being the more accurate stereotype." (AN: Trust me I know my father's side is just all Italians)
"...I see. But, I thought it was because of how Allies took one part of Italy while the Axis still had the other part? Or something? Isn't that a piece of trivia on your wiki page, fratello?" Feliciano asks back.
Lovino's rage vaporises the pasta. "THEN HOW COME I WAS NEVER SEEN WITH THE FUCKING ALLIES THEN, AH?"
Marcelo then walks into the kitchen, quickly walking right back out because Seborga isn't useful right now.
Feliciano fails to come up with an answer. "Aaeeehhhhe?" Is the sound that leaves his mouth. Only after leaving his mouth agape for too long does he try and answer properly. "Well, I think it's because-"
"Also don't you dare say the north and south have different cultures. Belgium is one whole country but half speaks dutch, and the other half speaks french. HOW IS THAT FOR DIFFERENT CULTURE, FAGGOTOLIS? WHERE ARE MY TWO BELGIUMS? AH? AAHH?"
Marcelo walks back in, now with a portable radio. He hits play and Italian music comes on. The two Italy brothers soon bust into dance.
Ala Steven Universe, one jumps at the other and a bright light surrounds them. Once the light is gone, there stands a lone Italy...Dark-ish brown hair, brown eyes and two curls, one being smaller than the other.
"Merda...that's the last time I'm doing that...unless North Italy and South Italy actually become two separate countries..." This new 'fused' Italia then looks at Seborga. "No more Vargas trio for...a while. Scusi."
"...well, I've seen weirder shit on the internet." Marcelo sighs.