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Author's note:
I've been listening to too much "The Lonely Island." Obviously. I haven't posted anything on here for months, either. I've been watching and reading too much "Hetalia," too. It's summer, and I have no life.
Sorry if they're out of character, it's my first time writing them.
Translations—er, translation:
(Italian) Fratello: Brother
EDIT: I fixed the spacing since FanFiction is being a bitch about italics and spacing.
Italy happily dialed the numbers on the touchpad of his cell phone, smiling the whole time. He was sure his fratello would be so happy for him. He held the speaker up to his ear and listened to the tone as it connected to the receiving phone.
"What do you want?" Romano's ever-so-cheery (NOTE: sarcasm) voice could be heard on the other end.
"Fratello! I have to tell you something great!" Italy replied, not noticing his brother's snappy tone.
"What? You're leaving that potato bastard?"
"No! I just had 'sex,' at least that's what brother France said it was called. Germany put his—"
Suddenly, the line went dead.
"Fratello?"
But there was no reply to Italy's sentence.
"I guess he had to go celebrate, too."