Romano walked down the street staring forward.
It was freezing tonight. The snow fell and hit his rosy cheeks.
He winced every time. It was already freezing, the snow on top of that…It was awful.
He felt so lonely. He left Italy and decided to go on a trip.
He was on the streets of New York. He actually liked it here. There were lots of people with lots of things to do and lots of places to go.
He was just another person.
It was almost Christmas and he was looking for gifts. He first thought of Canada. Canada was a lot like him. Neither of them got a lot of attention and was constantly outshined.
Romano took out his phone and called Canada.
"Hey you are not too far from New York?" Romano asked trying to take the bitter edge off his voice.
"N-no…Why?" Canada asked softly.
Romano felt butterflies. Canada's voice was so sweet.
"I'm in New York. You should come down here." Romano said making it sound as if Canada had no choice in the matter.
"Uh sure, I'll be down tomorrow morning. Where can I find you?" Canada asked.
Romano looked around and mumbled the name of the first hotel he saw into the phone.
"Okay, goodnight Romano." Canada said hanging up.
Romano felt less alone knowing he'd be joined tomorrow.
He continued to walk down the cold streets occasionally bumping into people.
He heard a familiar voice start calling his name from behind.
America….Romano frowned, that jerk gave him a serious head ache.
America ran up behind Romano grabbing his shoulder and turning him around.
"Hey America…" Romano growled.
America grinned "Hey Romano! Why didn't you tell me you were visiting?! Bro this is so totally awesome!"
"Why are you shouting?" Romano snapped.
"I'm not shouting!" America laughed.
"I invited Canada down to spend the day with me tomorrow, please do not interfere jerk!" Romano stated trying to match America's volume to see if it annoying him.
"Hey bro you don't need to shout." America said seriously.
Romano gave America a dirty look and started walking away.
America fell silent and just watched Romano walk away.
Romano checked into the hotel he mentioned to Canada and found his room.
He collapsed onto the bed and let out a long sigh.
Romano had a head ache now. It was all America's fault too.
Romano sat up and picked up his brown suitcase and threw it onto the bed beside him.
Opening his suitcase he pulled out red silky pajamas.
He changed into them and crawled into the warm bed.
Closing his eyes, he instantly fell asleep.