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"Ve~ Fratello…why?"
I gulped before turning to Veneziano. He was crying…nothing new…but fucking hell….
In the year 1943, Mussolini's power fell and Veneziano came back from the Wurstland to find out I really didn't try to fucking kick the two English bastards out of my land.
Now, Veneziano was always a fucking crybaby, but never had I seen him so much fucking hatred in his eyes. My eyes slowly moved to Veneziano's hands, balled into fists and shaking like a damn leaf. I sighed, "Veneziano, this was the best—"
It all happened so fast Veneziano…fucking punched me! ME…in the fucking FACE! I glared at Veneziano and bit my tongue I couldn't say anything mean if I didn't want to get hit again. So, I stayed to the ground and let Veneziano scream and cry. He was calling me a monster and the bad guy. I growled softly, holding my tongue was the hardest thing I ever had to fucking do. Damn! I hate that Potato Bastard So Much!
I slowly got up and forced myself to hug my crying fratello. I glared the ground and winced in pain as Veneziano punched and scratched and did everything to make me let him go….I wouldn't though…I may not be the fucking BEST fratello in the world…Shut-up….but dammit I really don't even enjoy Veneziano most of the time, but out of everyone only Veneziano, Spain, and Belgium could stay with me for more than five minutes without getting annoyed at me for some stupid shit. Like hell I was going to lose one of those three. My eyes moved to watched Veneziano. He must be really pissed…
….
…despite of not want Veneziano to be this fucking pissed at me…I felt kind of proud…I mean I'm the only person in this whole fucking world to made Veneziano pissed like this and….and we weren't in this god dammed war anymore, which was not only good for our people, but fuck maybe Veneziano too. What if the Axis powers did fucking lose to the god dammed Allies…As much as I hate that wurst bastard, I hate it even more if I had to deal with a depressed Veneziano…One day he'll thank me….
Maybe not very soon, with all the fucking bruises and scratches he was fucking giving me…C-chigi! It hurt a lot! But maybe in a few hundred years or so…
Fuck…I winced as fucking Veneziano started to move up from punch and scratching to god damn kicking and punching. Okay…maybe he'll never fucking forgive me.
But…whatever….One of us needs to think clearly. And seeing Veneziano is a 'trust my heart and feelings' kind of bastard…it was fucking up to me. Damn…if Veneziano opened his eyes to the fucking subject, he'd know what I was doing was the right thing. Because if the Axis powers did lose this fucked up war Veneziano would never be able to see that wurst bastard for a long ass time. And in the end I'm the only one who was able to fucking see that…
"I HATE YOU!" I gasped as Veneziano somehow got this unknown fucking strength as pushed me to the ground. I coughed up blood…D-dammit…but….how? I glanced at Veneziano. Where the fuck did that power come from? I watched as Veneziano ran away from me. I…FUCK! I punched the ground, but gasped as my fucking hand cracked. C-chigi!
….Veneziano won't ever fucking forgive me…because in his fucked up little mind Potato Bastard is the good guy and because I'm taking the 'good guy' fucking away from him, that would make me the fucking bad guy! D-Dammit!