Yay, early update!

Romano sat back in his chair, sipping a soda while his brother cooked dinner in the kitchen. He was having quite a nice day so far – especially with no sign of the tomato bas—

"Hola, Romanito!"

Romano jumped and spluttered into his drink, causing his face to drip with the carbonated liquid. Rubbing his face with his sleeve, he scowled and growled "What the hell are you doing here?"

Spain smiled. "Well, there's a race in my country this weekend! It really goes for seven days, but we can sign up for Saturday! Do you want to go?"

"…fine. I don't have anything better to do anyway."

"Yay~! I'll get us signed up!"

Romano glanced over as Veneziano came out of the kitchen. "Did I hear big brother Spain, fratello?"

"Yeah, you did, he's right there." Romano gestured towards the chair Spain had been sitting in.

"Where?"

"…that's weird… he was just here…"

"Here you go!"

Romano stared down at the white cloth in his hands. "What the hell is this?"

"Your uniform! So that people can tell you're in the race!"

"…fucking stupid…" he put on the white uniform, tied his red sash, and followed Spain out the door, where many other runners were waiting. Eventually, a gunshot rang out, and everyone took off.

Romano was a bit faster than Spain, but Spain still managed to keep pace with him.

"Isn't this fun, Roma~?"

"Don't call me that."

A second gunshot rang out. Romano looked around confusedly.

"Eh? What was that second one for?"

"Well, that one tells us that the bulls have been released, of course!"

"The what?"

"The bulls! You know, they release the bulls from the pen and we run away from them!"

…

"…didn't I tell you~?"

"NO, YOU DID NOT!"

Romano took off like a rocket, Spain falling behind at last. The faces of spectators blurred as he ran by. A bull caught up to him at one point and tried to ram him.

"CHIGIIII!"

"Ve~! Andiamo, fratello!"

"VENEZIANO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

"Big brother Spain asked me to come and watch! You look like you're having so much fun, Lovino!"

"I'M NOT HAVING FUN!"

Romano finally reached the end of the race, not caring that he got first place. Gasping for breath, he fell to the ground. A moment later he felt a hand shaking his shoulder. He looked up and saw Spain.

"Good job, Lovi~!"

"Fuck…" he gulped. "You…"

"You know, you could have gotten out if you really didn't like it."

"What?"

"See the fences? They have holes so that you can escape if you're too tired!"

"I… I could have gotten out at any time?"

Spain nodded.

Romano punched him.

I know very little about the Running of the Bulls, so I apologize for inaccuracies.