'I hate him. I really, really hate him. I hate every aspect about him.'
Romano thought as he watched his brother chatting about idiotic things with the german he despised so much. Italy had invited Germany over "just to be friendly".
'Veneziano's and idiot for going out with that stupid german potato-bastard'
He watched them as Italy kissed Germany. Romano's eye twitched and he lost it. Jumping up from his seat he walked over to the german and his brother.
"Ve~ Romano is something wrong?" Italy asked with genuine concern.
Romano glared at the german who glared back. He looked at he brother who cringed at his gaze.
"No. No nothing's wrong Feli, don't worry."
He forced somewhat of a smile on his face before sauntering into the kitchen.
Grabbing at knife from a drawer he walked back into the living room, came up behind Germany and placed the knife under his chin.
"I hate you, you mother fucking potato-bastard."
Germany easily swung Romano around and onto his back. Hard.
"And I'm not to fond of you either." Germany replied before walking out of the house with Italy on his back in tears from the whole ordeal.
"Damn potato-bastardo." Romano said as he painfully got up off the floor and watched Germany and Italy walk away.