"Dammit you tomato bastard! They are going to be here any minute now and you aren't even dressed!" Romano yelled at the tired looking Spaniard. Spain groaned. "Hola, Romano. I was out drinking with France and Prussia last night…" He said, holding his head.
"I don't give a damn who you were with last night! Italy and the potato eating bastard are going to be here any minute, now go get dressed!" He continued yelling crossing his arms.
"Amigo, stop yelling. And why are they coming over. I thought you hated Germany?" Spain asked raising an eyebrow at him
"Look, you Spanish bastard! This was your idea! So go get your ass dressed!" Romano snapped at him. "Alright, Alright. Calm down, amigo." Spain said and headed back up the stairs. Romano sat on the couch grumbling about how irresponsible Spain was. He heard the doorbell ring and stood up going towards the door.
"I'm coming, god dammit!" He yelled and opened the door, at that moment his younger brother gave him a huge hug. "Ciao, fratello~!" Italy squealed out of excitement, squeezing his older brother.
"GOD DAMMIT ITALY I DON'T NEED YOUR HUG THERAPY!" Romano yelled struggling out of his brother's arms. Germany stood there awkwardly. "Vell then….uh may ve come in?" Germany asked politely. After Italy got off of Romano, the older Italian brother let them both in. Romano glared daggers at the German.
"Spain is getting dressed, now. You can both sit on the damn couch." He said and closed the door when they came in. He glared at Germany for a little longer until he mentally slapped himself. I have to stop this damn protective crap over Italy. I know Germany won't make him sad, but I don't ever want to see Italy cry over someone again like he did for Holy Roman Empire. With that thought in mind Romano sighed and tried to act nicer.
"I'm sure Spain will be done in a minute. He went parting with France and Prussia again last night, stupid idiota." He muttered the last part under his breath and looked at two on the couch. "We are going to have some pasta tonight. Fratello, we could use your help." Romano continued.
"Romano, who the hell are you talking to?" Spain said coming down the stairs with his normal button down shirt and khakis. "Germany and Italy, you stupid bastard! I told you they were coming over not even 5 minutes ago!" Romano yelled at Spain.
"You didn't tell me they were coming, amigo." Spain said with a smile. Romano sighed, he'd rather not argue with the dumb Spaniard now. "Well they are here for dinner….And we're having pasta." Romano said to Spain.
"Ok, amigo! That sounds delicious!" He said smiling and came down into the living room.
Romano sighed and went into the kitchen, bringing Italy with him. Under his breathe the older Italian muttered to himself. "What am I going to do with that idiota?"
