this is a really short drabble thing i did a long time ago. kind of a headcanon of 'what if the countries try to blend in as much as possible?' and went with it.

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Rome.

This is the heart of Italy, located at the south, with people hurrying here and there. As it is near the Mediterranean Sea, the sun never seemed to really go away, except for the rainy days, but now the sky is clear, and the sea reflecting the blue sky.

But it's not in its best form. Apart from recent mafia problems coming all the way from Sicily, the economy is doing pretty badly for the Italians. It had gotten slightly better since the Vanoni Plan had been introduced by the US, but still not so hot.

So they work. It's a little early for siesta, but the sun is already unforgiving for the morning, the pasta everyone's promised by the cantina makes up for meager salary.

"Ciao, fratello!" a voice chirped from beyond the docks. No one looked up, or replied, and continued with their work, as if the voice didn't exist.

"What the hell are you doing here, cazzo," a man replied, quite young in looks, hands full of goods ready to be moved to the shipping ferries. His olive eyes flickered in annoyance as he looked up from under the docks. Others shrugged and continued moving their own work as the brunette spewed cuss words upon the person above them.

"Ve! I just came to inform you about the next world meeting, if you're going to come. You should though, since we're supposed to show up together and all, fratello," the person yelled back, his voice cheery with a stupid grin on his face. He looked exactly the same as the grumpy worker, other than his hair is parted differently. And his hair is in a lighter shade of brown.

"I'm not as free as you think I am, you asshole. I have stuff to do, unlike you!" the older one yelled back. "Go back to your stupid potato bastard, cazzo!" and he turned his heel and continued his work, loading the giant crate of tomatoes onto the Spanish cargo ship.

"Ve– Romaaaaanoooo " the younger Italian whined as he ran down the hill. "I'll help you then! So we can have pasta together for lunch! I really missed you, fratello– "he whined as he held onto his brother tightly, earning a few lines of curses in Italian.

"Let. Me. Go. Can't I have some peace and quiet for once?! Fuck off!" he protested again, trying to shrug off his little brother, to no avail.

"Ve… Fratello~" and he started sobbing into his brother's sleeve, his arm still tightly wrapped around his brother's.

"I am surrounded by idiots," Lovino grumbled as he pushed the clinging brother away. "FINE. Siesta it is. Let's go."

"Really? Ve, I knew you would say yes!" he immediately smiled. "Gelato! Let's go to that gelato bar down the old street where we met little Alfonso! Or was it Aulcino?"

"Never heard of him. And that place was closed about half a century ago, dumbass. I'll make pizza, so hurry up," the older one said as patted away dust and sweat off his face as he walked together with his brother while everyone else continued to work, the pair of brothers left unnoticed as they disappeared into the crowd above.

so here's the headcanon thing: the countries do live their lives as people. they interact with them, work with them, but they don't try to change the flow of how the country will grow. they are like passerbys, and they usually go unnoticed unless they want to. sometimes they have too much free time and play with their people, but they don't leave too significant memories or changes to their environment. their human names are used when they're living by themselves - they don't disclose their identity, unless they're meeting important people such as kings and queens. that's why they meddle with their own kind, hence the series with them being a bunch of dorks.