The sun was shining and the whole world was singing. Long grass was sawying in the breeze that was whispering over the field surrounding Spain's quiant farmhouse. Everything seemed happy and content.
Except Romano.
He was seated in the shade of a rather large tree that was growing out of the hill in front of him, leaning near the edge of the wall of the farmhouse. Spain has disappeared off to who-knows-where, probably doing something incredibly retarded.
After glowering over his shoulder into the yard around the corner and seeing no sign of Spain returning, Romano slouched down and resumed the game of Fruit Ninja he had going on his phone.
Romano was amazingly bad at Fruit Ninja, but no one had to know that.
Determined to conquer his top score of 95, Romano was so absorbed into his game that he didn't notice Spain return with a large jug of orange juice, that he was drinking strait out of the bottle.
A couple minutes had passed, and Romano was pretty sure Spain had said something to him in that time period, but like hell he was going to lose his focus right now and try to respond. He was at 80 points and only one life lost! He could totally beat his score if he just...
"BE FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Spain chucked the juice jug down the hill in front of where they were sitting, sending it flying.
"Focus Romano..." He muttered to himself, "Don't let that bastard distract you from beating your score!" Damn, the kiwis and coconuts wear so hard to see! What kind of idiot makes a game with brown flying fruit have a brown background? God.
Shit... If he missed anymore fruit he was going to die, and-
"NOT THAT FREE!"
Romano whipped his head up and the sound of Spain's scream, and watched him clumsily run down the hill after the juice jug. Spain being Spain, it wasn't more that a few seconds before his feet were out from underneath him and he was falling backwards. It looked akin to someone doing a bellyflop into a pool, but backwards, and without a pool.
Trying to keep a strait face, because that was the best he could do at the moment without exploding, he stared down the hill at a hysterically laughing Spain.
"The cover fell of the jug when it landed!" The Spaniard explained through his giggles.
"You're an idiot." Romano told him. He looked away quickly, because he was just he was either going to crack a smile very soon, or there was going to be a tomato comment. Neither was a pleasant option.
Romano went back to his game, only to discover 'LEVEL FAILED' written across his screen in big red letters.
"BASTARD! YOU MADE ME LOSE!"