*narrator voice*

Hello!Glad to see you again on " Keeping up with Rome's grandsons"!So,today we're going to follow the brothers in their "business trip". They don't know we set a teeny-tiny camera in their car,in order to see how are they enjoying it!At the end,we'll wait for them. Anyway,let's start!*winks*

*"Hermanos,want to hear my tomato song again?",asked Spain,smiling.

"You can stick that stupid song up your ass!",replied Romano,who was holding Moldova. The car was pretty small,so the guys had to stay packed like herrings. Italy was driving,Romania sat near him,while on the back were Romano,Moldova,France,Spain and Portugal.

"Romano,can't you just shut up that potty mouth of yours?Here are also kids!",said France.

"Hmph!Says the one who taught us the perviest things!Anyway,Spain,you got it,we don't want to listen to your tomato song again.",added Portugal. Suddenly,"Bitch better have my money",by Rihanna,started on the radio.

"Oh,oh!This is my jam!Lemme turn this up loud!". The song was blasting from their car and they were singing along with Rihanna.

Their jamming time was interrupted by another car,which began klaxoning them. Italy looked at it:

"Oh,look!It's Germany!And Japan is with him!Ciaoooo!",beamed Italy. Even though the Italian seemed happy,Germany was rather terrified.

"Italy!Why are you driving like a dummkopf?!You already surpassed the speed limit!". Italy looked to Romania,who simply shook his shoulders.

"Well,we didn't notice it!Anyway,see you later,Germany!Byee!". Their car was again in front of his,at full speed.

"I remember the last time I let Italy drive. It was terrible. And why they seem so relaxed with a driver like him?",asked Japan,confused. Germany sighed:

"That's because they are all bad drivers and they are used to each other. It runs in their family. They are all shitty drivers,except Moldova."

"Moldova can't even drive…"

"That's the point,Japan."*

After a while,they finally arrived at the destination!So let's see how are they!*goes to them*

*"Bloody hell!What are you doing,you stupid twats?!",yelled England,while being carried out of the trunk.

"Woah,big brother Romano,you have such silky hair!",beamed Moldova,who was piggyback riding the Italian. He just blushed and muttered "little bastard". The others were busy with England.

"Okay,so what are we going to do with him next?"*

*cameraman's voice*"Ummm,guys…What are you doing?"

They all stopped and stared embarrassed:"This is not what it looks like!",said France.*

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*"Ummm,is this camera focusing?I think yes.",said Moldova,with his face very,very close to the camera. He backed a bit off and tried to make his brown hair look less messy. "Salut,guys!My name is Nicolae Basarab,but you may know me as Moldova,the youngest Romance nation and also as the little boy who refuses to move back with his big brother Romania…Wait a second…WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT?!"*

*interruption sound*

*"Woah,just came back!So,let's start again!As you may know,I'm the adorable country of Moldova and today you're going to spend your day with me!I used to stay in the same house with Russia,who is the coolest country ever and… CE DRACU(1)?!Seriously,who the hell is writing the script?!". Moldova ran on the backstage,only to see Romania and Russia pulling a bunch of papers with Moldova's script:

"Bitch,you'd better hand this to me!",grumbled Romania."Moldova is MY brother!"

"Niet,Romania,he's MY little brother!"

"Nu!Moldova is the grandson of Rome and he isn't a shitty Slavic country like you!"

Moldova rolled his eyes:"Here we go again…"

BONUS MOMENT!

*"Okay,guys,let's start a game!I will say a word in French and you'll have to say the same word in your own language. So,brother-frère. Romania,Moldova…it's your turn. Don't try to tear this family apart!"

Romania and Moldova exchanged looks and chorused:"Brother-frate."

"Hmmm,not bad!Romano,Italy?"

"Fratello!Portugal,it's your turn!". The brown haired nation smiled:"Irmão.". France dragged a hand over his face:"Mon Dieu!Spain,I hope you won't…"

"HERMANO!",grinned the Spanish guy,while high-fiving with Portugal.

"Oh my God…",sighed France.*

So,that's it for today's episode of "Keeping up with Rome's grandsons"!See you next time!

Hello,guys!I hope you liked this chapter and thanks for your support!I want to ask you something:could you tell me a suitable human name for Portugal and also some funny stereotypes about this country,please?I may use them in the future. Then,again,your suggestions for possible funny moments are welcomed!Kisses!

1-Ce dracu?!-What the hell?!