Knock Knock
Romano walked up to Germany, smirking. "Hey, potato-bastard, want to hear a joke?" The German sighed, wondering what Romano had planned this time. "I guess, as long as it's nothing about Jews." Romano smiled, a dark gleam in his eyes. "Knock knock." Germany rolled his eyes. How original. "Who's there?" Romano smirked, his eyes darkening. "Not Prussia, because he's dead, and he's never coming back." Germany was shocked. There was a line, and despite there reletionship, he never though Romano would cross it. But he just leapt over that line. The tall man punched Romano in the face, barely hesitating. "How DARE you!" Whatever progress they had been making had just been destroyed. Germany walked off, crystaline tears in his cornflower eyes.
Germany went straight to Italy's house, subconsiously seeking the italian's comfort. Italy opened the door and saw germany with a single tear rolling down his cheek. Immediately, he led Germany to his couch, wrapping his arms around his friend. Germany cried against Italy's shoulder, telling him what had happened. Italy was furious at his brothers actions. It was too soon; Prussia's funeral was only a few months ago. But Germany needed Italy to be with him, so he stayed, whipering comfort to his friend as he held the heartbroken nation. After awhile, Germany had fallen asleep. Italy got up and gently covered Germany with a blanket. He brushed away the last of Germany's tears, then left, imediately going to see his brother.
As italy made the drive to his brothers house, his fury grew. Prussia was his friend, and Romano's! Sure, Romano is kind of a dick, but Italy never expected him to go that far. Romano's house came into view. Italy didn't see him as he puled into the drive way, so he got out, knowing Romano would probably be in his tomano fields. As expected, Romano was doubled over, pcking large, red tomatoes. Italy walked up behind him, silently. Romano got up and screamed when he saw Italy behind him, a dark auro surrounding the normally cheerful nation. "Dio Mio! Don't sneak up on me! What do you want anyway, you're kinda freaking me out with that look." Italy slapped his brother as hard as he could. Romano was shocked. "How DARE you, fratello!?" Romano held his hand against his reddened cheek. Italy stormed off before he did something worse. Romano called out to him. "What did I do?!"
aaaaaaaaaannd PLOT TWIST! Romano didn't actually do it, it was America in a wig.
I know I'm going to hell, please don't kill me. I'm so sorry, but I just had to write this.