Italy and Romano were sitting around a campfire the identical twins were patching themselves up after the fight with england and america's troops. Romano took a bottle of peroxide out the medical kit and set it next to him on the ground, as he begin to examine the gash it wasn't to deep but was a fairly good size. He had received it from England when the two had try to use the same bramble ticket to rest in. It caught him totally off guard and resulted in him getting black eye and the man trying to Cleve him arm off. Romano cast a quick glance over to his fratello who had barely got hurt all at just a few bruises here and there. He then proceeded to pick up the bottle of peroxide and remove the cap of the bottle. then he pour the liquid into the gash Ramono bit his lip as a bit of cream colored puss flowed from the cut. He bit down harder on his lip drawing blood, he then tossed the bottle down as he quickly reached for his canteen and letting the cooling water run down his arm as he let out a sigh of relief. Romano let his attention fall back onto his brother, and his anger erupted like Mount Vesuvius his rage engulfed his little brother.
"Because you were to fucking busy waving that god dam white flag around like a bitching idiot instead of fighting l lost a motherfucking tooth!" Romano roughly toss the first aid kit at Italy's head hitting the italian right in the face a muffled sorry was heard as he buried this face into his coat.
"I'm sorry grande fratello, but you know how strong england is he would had kicked me so hard my-" came the muffled reply.
" I don't need to know the details!" Romano picking up his supplies bag and aiming for his face again which Made its mark much to the dismay of the other, the bag hit with such force that it knocked him to the ground landing on his back to which he gave out a grunt of pain. Romano gave a smirk and flipped his brother off, the younger Italian searched the area near him for something throw back at his brother, and he did find something which he proceeded to throw back at his brother.
"You fucking bastard you think you can do anythi-"
Italy found a snake. A big brown snake.
"HOW DO YOU LIKE!" Italy snapped and whipped the thing at Romano's face it landed in his lap though, Romano let out a shrilled scream as he tried to get the snake off of him but was too scared to touch the thing.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" He got a hold of its tail and and tossed snake in to a bush the branches gave way as the snake flew in to it, Romano gave a frustrated huff of Prue anger which shined in his eyes like the fire's of hell itself. Dear Lord Italy's doomed.
"Um...Romano I-I'm sorry I didn't know it was a snake.."
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK IT WAS A STICK!"
"I thought it was Germany's whip. Me and him wer-" Romano's face went red at Italy's words.
"YOU DID WHAT WITH THE POTATO BASTARD!" Italy's eyes snapped open at his slip up, Romano did the one he could think of and stormed off in to the woods that were to the west of the camp. leaving a distraught Italy behind who watches his brothers form retreated into the forest. Not to be seen for quite some time.
"Why am I so useless all the time..."