On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
Romano woke up in a good mood. Slightly confused if yesterday was a dream or not, but still in a relatively good mood. He lazily got out of bed, put his clothes on, and made his way downstairs to make himself a late breakfast-early lunch. Whether or not yesterday had been a figment of his imagination, Romano decided not to let that bring him down. After all, Christmas was coming up soon, so there wasn't any time to be getting worked up over silly things that happened yesterday.
In fact, Romano realised he had to start figuring out what to get Veneziano and his bastard boyfriend for Christmas. (Of course Romano would get them both a gift. It was Christmas: the season of giving, not receiving. And even if Romano didn't approve of the German bastard, he's not so cruel as to exclude him on Christmas. It's the one day when everyone should be a family and be happy.) 'I suppose I could get Veneziano a year supply of pasta… but then he'd have it finished before New Years. Maybe an authentic Southern Italian cookbook on all the ways to make and serve pasta? Really anything food related is a good gift for Veneziano. It's like the saying 'cook Veneziano a plate a pasta and he will be full for a day. Teach Veneziano to cook pasta, and he will eat it for the rest of his life.'
Well, maybe that's not exactly how the saying goes, but eh? Detail, details.
Making his way downstairs, Romano started the stove while he continued to think about what to get the potato bastard for Christmas. From the fridge, he grabbed the eggs, bacon, cheese, and tomatoes so he could make himself an omelette. It was tasty treat in the morning, as any meal with tomatoes was. Spain told him to get anything beer related and seeing as how Spain spends time with the German bastard's brother, he probably would have a better idea of what to get the German. But a part of Romano felt like just getting the guy beer wasn't a good enough Christmas present. I mean, beer is really more of a gift you get someone for their birthday. Therefore, he'd have to come up with something better.
Besides…beer is disgusting. If the German bastard really wanted something good to drink that'd get him drunk, then fine Southern Italian wine is where he should be looking. But if he got the German bastard wine, it'd be a shoe-in that Veneziano would drink it before the German bastard would.
While Romano ate breakfast, he continued to think up possible gift ideas. Not for only the German bastard, but for Spain as well. He had already bought a nice red halter dress with a gold flowery design that started at the bottom and had curls and wrapped up the side of the dress, progressively getting smaller until it stopped just short of where the halter went around the neck for Belgium. The Netherlands was getting a plane ticket to Canada and directions to Canada's home. Something told Romano that the two of them would get along great. Besides, it would be as much a gift for Netherlands as it would be for Canada. The poor guy hardly ever gets any visitors. Romano could never understand why. Canada was one of the nicest guys Romano ever met. Sure, he was pretty quiet and sometimes (Romano swore) that he seems fuzzy around the edges, but still, Canada is a great guy. 'Now that I think about it, I really should pay him a visit soon...'
But what should he do for Spain? It'd have to be spectacular. Even better than what he gave him last year. Something that would blow Spain away and make him fall in love with Romano all over again. Oh yeah, it would have to amazing.
The opening of the bathroom door from upstairs told Romano that Spain was up and getting ready for work. Placing his Romano looked out the window above the kitchen sink. Sitting on the window sill, eating the bread crumbs (why the hell are there so many bread crumbs?) were two doves.
But they weren't just doves…no. No, these were two doves…dressed in green turtle outfits.
"Spain, what did I tell you about dressing up animals in turtle costumes?"