What Kind of Question Is This?
Summary: Romano takes a survey. Crack ensues.
UM THIS WAS FOR MY BFFL KATHLEEN SO... UM ILU. DON'T HATE ME FOR WRITING THIS CRAP LOL.
Romano—yes, Romano as in South Italy—was taking a survey. To be specific, it was a this-or-that kind of survey of personified countries (aka the idiots he had to put up with during world meetings and a few he had to deal with nearly every day). Most were easy, such as Germany or Japan, but there were a few hard ones.
Germany or Turkey?
The nation leaned back in his chair, pursing his lips. What a decision! Should he pick the stupid potato bastard, who sleeps with his brother (NAKED!), or the bastard who tried to take him away when he was a kid? His eyes glazed over slightly as he remembered how Spain had (stupidly, ridiculously heroically) saved him, but shook himself out of it and clicked on Germany.
The next question was absolutely mind-blowing.
Italy or Spain?
Romano could feel himself die a little inside.
"What kind of shit question is this?!" he blustered, face heating up when he realized he had no way to easily choose between his brother (the brother that's FUCKING THAT GODDAMN POTATO BASTARD—) and the man who had taken care of him after Austria took Italy...
His face was so red, Spain would have delighted in telling him he looked like a tomato.
After much internal debate, Romano was eventually won over by the (exceedingly) happy memories he had shared with the tomato bastard.
He clicked Spain's name.
He finished the quiz, and when he scrolled down, he died a little more.
At the top of the list was Spain.
He slammed his head on his desk repeatedly and was, of course, interrupted by a phone call. He picked up his cell phone and demanded, "What the hell do you want?"
"Are you coming over for paella or pasta tonight?"
Speak of the goddamn devil.
Romano raked a hand through his hair and heaved a sigh. "... I'll go make pasta. I'll be over whenever." He promptly hung up and rubbed his temples. "... Idiot."
He refused to admit the insult was voiced endearingly.