Romano and his brother Italy sat next to each other on a wooden bench. The bench had been placed perfectly it get a view of the passing gondolas. Some of the gondoliers would sing traditional Italian songs others would hum. This brought Italy's usual big goofy his brother Romano had been lent over holding his head in his head.
They sat without a word until Romano finally sat up straight revealing a worried and sad expression on his face. His face was red with watery eyes. The sight of his brother like this upset Italy so to try to comfort Romano he gently places his hand atop his brothers, but he pulled away slowly before trying to keep himself from crying he spoke.
"Veneziano that BASTARD!." He was so close to tears
"Who?"
"That..Spaniard."
"What did he do Lovino?"
"I...can't..."
"I'm sure if you give it some time."
"No! Not this time Ven." Romano bit his lip and clenched onto his pant legs trying to hold back the emotions.
Italy not wanting to push his brother to speak anymore he quickly thought up something to cheer him stood up with a happy kick in his step and reached over to Romano's arm. Not giving him enough time to react Italy hooked arms with Romano and began to walk toward the delightfully beautiful streets of Venice.
The two walked making there way down the surprisingly calm streets with Italy in the lead and Romano following behind. However Romano would begin to stiffly and get so close to crying. To prevent this Italy would look at his brother and tell him a dirty limerick he learnt whenever Germany would get drunk with Prussia the two of them would tell each other stories and jokes.
Romano smirked at them and calm down a little, but Romano's favourite limerick that Italy told made his laugh so hard they had to stop.
"There once was a barmaid named Gale
On whose breasts was the menu for ale
But since she was kind
For the sake of the blind
On her ass it was printed in braille."
This made Romano laughed and laughed until he had trouble standing and breathing. Romano laughed away his pain, he still felt sad but didn't show it on the outside anymore.
Italy still hooked arms with Romano stumbled upon a small cafe, It was a cute little store. Italy's eyes twinkled when he say this cafe. He released Romano just to grab his hand and with a smile on his face Italy ran dragging Romano into the cafe. He rushed into the almost empty cafe happy and jumpy letting go of Romano who followed behind with a grumpy expression and his hands him his pocket.
Once they entered the cafe they were quickly greeted by a man who strangely resembled Germany. The only differences where that his eyes were larger with a welcoming sense to them, and the fact that his hair wasn't all pulled back it was messy. The strange man smiled big at Italy and Romano while speaking.
"Ciao! Welcome to the rabbit cafe. How many in your party?"
Italy respond "Ciao! Its just the two of use today."
"Wonderful would you like a seat inside or outside?"
"Um-m Lovino where do you want to side?"
"Stupid I don't care!"
Italy expression didn't change as he responded to the man "Can we get one inside then?"
"Of course just sit anywhere."
Italy nodded and hopped excitedly over to a booth upfront by the large window by the door. On the other hand Romano hadn't followed Italy he instead stayed to inspect the strange waiter man.
"You, Bastard do I know you!?"
"I don't think so, If you don't mind i'll go get your menu." The man replied rather taken back. He went back behind the counter while Romano proceeded to the booth Italy chose.
Italy sat kicking his feet and he looked at a painting that rather intrigued him. Italy sat on the side that touched the wall.
Once Romano sat down facing Italy it broke his forces on the painting and he stopped kicking his legs to prevent himself from kicking Romano in the shins. The looked each other in the eye for a minute or two before, Italy's expression went stall as he asked Romano very seriously.
"Romano will you tell me what happened between you and Spain?" Romano expression matched that of Italy. He began to speak but was cut off by the waiter handing them the menus. Giving it a moment Romano perched his head on his hand and said.
"That fucking bastard.I was going to give him a surprise visit with tomatoes. When I made it there the door was unlocked so I went into the living room. No One was there so I sat down my box of tomatoes… WAITER BRING ME SOME WINE!"
The man came out of nowhere holding a wine bottle and two glasses. "I would appreciate it if you didn't yell inside." setting down the drinks the turned to Italy and asked with a big smile "Have you decided what to eat?"
"I would like the pasta with marinara sauce please." Italy handed the man both the menus. Then the man walked away.
Romano took a moment to take the pre-opened bottle of wine and chug it directly from the bottle, he got about the middle before he sat the bottle down to resume explaining.
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"Like I said I placed the box of tomatoes on the couch before I began to look for him. The first place I looked for that ass hole was in the kitchen. As I looked I heard a snapping sound coming from the bedroom so of course I headed that way."
Romano sipped on the wine allowing a pause of silence between them giving Italy a chance to waved for the waiter once more.
"Excuse me sir can we get another bottle of wine?"
"Of course you can." The man smiled and walked off and soon returned with a uncorked bottle of wine that resembled the one Romano held but larger.
"Will this do?"
"Yes, Thank you." Italy's ear to ear smile seemed to enchant the waiter.
"Y..your your pasta should be done in a few minutes." He stumbled around his words giving of the impression of nervousness.
"Okay thank you." With that the waiter walked away leaving the wine on the table.
As soon as the waiter was out of sight Romano stopped sipping his wine to begin his story once more after placing the bottle of wine on the table angrily.
"Alright I ran to the bedroom thinking that bastard hurt himself or something but no-o that ass hole was on the bed naked hung over that Belgium, that fucking bastard!" Those dumb asses broke the fucking bed!"
Hearing this completely stunned Italy and made it difficult for him to comprehend the fact that Spain would do that to Romano or 'that' with Belgium. Italy had been sure Spain didn't swing that way until now he began to question his suspicions.
Nonetheless Italy had to say or do something anything to both cheer up and calm down his brother. After a moment of thinking an idea popped into his head. It was a risky idea but and yet a good one.