I hope you enjoy this, there isn't much to my intro u.u


"He is the perfect specimen." A curly-haired brunette scientist with a name-tag reading 'Jason' said. It's not like it's been said before. All of the experiments were dubbed 'perfect', excluding a choice few. A slur of curse words in Italian were grumbled to his left..

"Yeah," Another brunette, this time a woman, said with a fake chuckle. "Unlike this one." She nodded to the cursing Italian.

"Screw you!" Yet another brunette shouted from his cell. "My fratello should not be named a specimen, he has rights! You two and other the other scientists around here! Who even observes someone while they sleep?"

"We're just examining him and his brain waves while he sleeps. Nothing more, nothing less." Jason stated, writing down numbers and such onto his clipboard.

"Stalkers." The peeved Italian said in a cough.

"I heard that," The female said.

"Good. Fuck you." He replied. "You monsters."

Suddenly, an Italian who looked very alike to the pissed one shot up in his bed, practically flying to the end of his cell, reaching through the bars that separated him and the other Italian. When he was speeding to one side of his cell, he disconnected all the wires attached to him.

"Monsters?! I don't want to be eaten by monsters!" The wail coming from the crying Italian was heard throughout the building. "Germany! Romano! Help meeee!"

"Mein Gott, Italy!" A blonde German said, rubbing his head after slamming it against the wall during the sudden wake-up call. Meanwhile, Italy was reaching through the bars, tears rolling down his face. Knowing this situation all too well, Romano simply rolled his eyes and hugged his brother through the bars. He sung a song he had made up himself. For some reason, it always cheered Italy up.

Buono! Pomodoro, buono! Pomodoro

Buono buono, ooh! Pomodoro!

Rosso sotto e verde sopra, pomo- pomo- pomodoro!

Ci sono pomodori nella mia pasta!

E pomodori sulla mia pizza!

Il mio incantevole tesoro rosso, come amo i pomodori!

Però

Wurstel e patate sono cose eretiche!

Mio fratello le mangia e diventa solo ancora più- più- e più macho!

Cosa ci fa un napoletano con la cucina giapponese, traditore!

Te ne darò un altro! Te ne darò uno bellissimo!

Mangia un delizioso pomodoro e vieni a ballare con me!

Amore!

Buono! Pomodoro, buono! Pomodoro

Buono buono, ooh! Pomodoro!

Ci Vediamo! Ah, Romano!

Sono Sud Italia!

Buono! Pomodoro, buono! Pomodoro

Buono buono, ooh! Pomodoro!

Rosso sopra e verde sotto, pomo- pomo- pomodoro!

Spagna ne ha presi un po'! Ne ha presi un po' da America!

Il tesoro nazionale del mio paese, come amo i pomodori!

Però

Non è solo per recitare parole d'amore

Il bicchiere di vino nella sua mano sta sempre a lucc- lucc- e luccicare

E quando prima ero un adorabile bambino, quando ero ignorato, che cazzo!

Buono il pomodoro, buono!

Pomodoro buono buono, ooh! Pomodoro!

Anche il Mar Mediterraneo! O sole mio!

Sono Sud Italia!

Forse non sono utile nelle faccende

E mio fratello forse è migliore nell'arte e nel commercio

Ed a volte forse sono stupido come un uccello

Buono! Tomato, buono! Tomato

Buono buono, ooh! Tomato...

Buono! Tomato, buono! Tomato

Buono buono, ooh! Tomato!

Uno, Due, Tre, Dai!

Te ne darò un altro! Te ne darò uno bellissimo!

Mangia un delizioso pomodoro e vieni a ballare con me!

Amore!

Buono il pomodoro, buono!

Pomodoro buono buono, ooh! Pomodoro!

Ci Vediamo! Ah, Romano!

Sono Sud Italia!

A small chuckle came to Romano's ears as Italy smiled and laughed. He always laughed when Romano sung something so cheerful when he's usually so peeved. Italy wiped his tears.

"Grazie, Roma." Italy yawned. "I want to sleep." He sighed, sluggishly falling on his bed. Romano rolled his eyes once again, but a faint smile crossed his face. After hearing the faint snoring of his brother, Romano took a stray rock and threw it at the head of the female scientist.

"If I see one of you fuckers stalking my brother again, I'll make him scream and I won't stop him." Romano glared at the two.

Jason sighed. "This project is so interesting..." He moped away slowly, but turned back at the door. "Thank you for inviting my onto your team, Grace."

"You're welcome." Grace nodded. She then looked to Romano. "I'm going to have to get you into anger management."

"Cagna."

"Oh, joy. He's speaking Italian again."

"Vaffanculo, io sto cercando di dormire." He grumbled, turning over. Grace simply rolled her eyes, exiting the room where all the 'experiments' were. She'll get a therapist who knows Italian for him sometime.


First chapter! Exciting! Yes.

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Translations: (Translations may not be 100% accurate, because I use Google Translate)

Fratello: Brother (Italian)

Mein Gott: My God (German)

Buono! Pomodoro, buono! Pomodoro (etc): The delicious tomato song translated to Italian.

Grazie: Thank you (Italian)

Cagna: Bitch (Italian)

Vaffanculo , io sto cercando di dormire: Fuck off, I'm trying to sleep. (Italian)