PickleToast: Hey all, PickleToast here! Sorry for late reply, I got bogged down with stuff. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed the previous chapters. I know my favorite was Romano's rant (lolz!). Anyhow, hope you enjoy and PLEASE review. I will always try to upload, but my friend will not write her part unless she sees some reviews.

Disclaimer: I, PickleToast, hereby formally announce that I do NOT own any characters in Hetalia, only the story line.

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I looked down at the mess I made. Well damn. At least the desk doesn't need to be replaced…but I was not so sure about the floor. I suppose my secretary was right. I do need to calm down a bit. My rants might just bring down the whole house one of these days.

"FRATELLOOOOOOO!"

I looked up just as my little brother burst in the room, his light brown hair a mess and his brown eyes wide in startled worry. He was huffing, trying to catch his breath, and his boxers were hanging off his left hip. It appeared as though he hadn't even grabbed his night shirt before running up here. I didn't realize he cared that much for me that he would forget that.

"Sì. What is it Feliciano?" I asked, trying to make it seem as though my whole rant and temper never happened. For some reason I get the feeling my brother didn't believe it…well damn again. I need to work on my acting.

"Are you okay fratello? I heard a huge crash and thought you were hurt! Or worse! You aren't hurt right? Right? And you aren't dead either, right? Right? That's good, ve. It would be really really really bad if you were dead! Ve? What would I do then? Ve! Oh no! Fratello!"

"Calm down, damnit!" I yelled over him, shaking his shoulders, stopping his rant. "No, I am fine, and no. I. Am. Not. Dead! Do I look dead to you?"

"No…."

"Then I'm fine. But we'll need to call a carpenter when we get back from the meeting. Flooring is too damn fragile…"

"Ve?" my brother looked at me confused. "There's a meeting? Since when?" I slapped my forehead, sighing.

"Sì, Feliciano. There is a meeting. It is being hosted by the Hamburger-bastard and it was scheduled last meeting for tomorrow morning. So…" I looked straight into my brother's eyes. "GO GET DRESSED! I'LL BE DAMNED IF I MISS ANOTHER FLIGHT BECAUSE OF YOU SLEEPING IN!"

"VE!" my brother started and ran out to his room, where dresser drawers could be heard opening and closing in a hurried manner.

I turned and sighed, looking at my office one last time before closing the door and heading for my own room to grab my bag and wait for Feliciano to finish getting ready. As I started down the stairs with suitcase in hand, I had to think that, I was completely right. I still f**king hate Mondays.

*~At the Airport~*

My brother and I were sitting in the terminal, waiting for our flight to arrive. I felt a little better after meeting a couple of pretty girls to talk to. Currently I was playing with my phone. I guess the Vodka-bastard was good for something after all. Who knew Tetris could be so addicting? More so than my espresso?

"Ve? Fratello! Problem, problem!" Good grief, what now?

"What's wrong, Feliciano?"

"I got a message from Germany!" What else is new? "And he said that the meeting was changed!"

"Che? Changed? When? To where?" Damnit, not again! F**k you Mondays! Why must you exist?

"Ve….it says 'Texas'. Ve, isn't Texas America's glasses? The meeting is in his glasses?"

"No, Feliciano. Texas is also one of the Hamburger-bastard's states. It's next to Mexico."

"Mexico? Ve! I remember her! She's really nice and pretty!" he continued talking about Mexico, completely forgetting the problem we had. I had never in my entire life had been so glad to be a nation. Within a few minutes I was able to change our flight tickets from New York to Texas. Unfortunately, the terminal was at the other end of the airport….and we had about ten minutes before the flight boarded. Good thing we Italians are fast.

We also had to switch out our first-class tickets for second class tickets. At least I got the window seat. Feliciano took the aisle seat so he could talk to the people in the middle aisle. The flight itself was okay, I guess. Unless I take into account my legs cramping and the food being sort of bad. Again, another reason to hate Mondays.

Grr….damn. I wish Monday was personified so that I could give him/her a piece of my mind! I can think of so many ways to torture Monday….so many ways…

"Ve~ Fratello! We're heeeerreee~!" I woke up with a start at the sound of my brother's voice. When did I fall asleep? Oh well, no time to think on that. Especially since my brother started dragging me out of the plane and throughout the airport (it was huge!) to the baggage claim.

"I will never understand why you are always so damn animate about using your bright orange suitcase…." I said, staring in disgust and exasperation at the thing my brother was carrying.

"But it's cool ve! And it's easier to see!"

"Whatever…..chigi." Another hour later we had finally made it to the hotel we were supposed to stay at. I guess it was okay…a bit smaller than the one we usually stay in at New York, but it had much more character to it. Okay, I'll admit it. I think I prefer this hotel already. Not that I would say that out loud damnit! Especially NOT to the Hamburger-bastard! His ego is already OVER inflated…no need to make it bigger still. I'm surprised it hasn't burst like a balloon yet.

"Welcome! How may I help ya hun?" the female clerk asked. She was kind of pretty. Curly hair and big eyes. The accent was new though, I don't recall a time being called 'hun' before…what the hell does that mean?

"Ve? 'Hun?' You mean like honey?" Feliciano asked, tilting his head stupidly. The clerk laughed.

"Oh you are so cute! First time in Texas, dear?"

"Sì!"

"I see. Don't worry hun. It's a southern thing."

"Ve? Southern? Ve! Fratello! Just like you!" I slapped my forehead again. Just ignore him Romano. Just ignore him. It's not worth it… Soon enough we had our keys and began our way to the elevator.

"Kesesesese! Well if it isn't my favorite Italians!" Oh no. GOD NO! Not him! Damnit Monday! Why? WHY?

"Ve~ Prussia! Did Germany let you come to the meeting?"

"Damnit fratello! Don't talk to him, you'll make it worse!"

"Ve? But fratello-"

"Kesesesese! No need to worry Feli! Roma's just jealous of my awesomeness!" If I had something breakable I would have smashed it on his head.

"Chigi! My name's 'Romano' not 'Roma' you damn potato-bastard!" I said, coloring a bit from anger and embarrassment. The stupid albino just laughed his annoying laugh.

"Come now, Roma! You know you like it! How can you not? Especially since the awesome ME gave you that name! Kesesese!" he said, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

"Get the f**k off of me!"

"Aww, no need to be like that, Roma! You need to relax!" he said, before doing something unforgivable. Something so horrible that it even made Feliciano gasp in terror.

The damn bastard touched my hair curl…and was playing with it.

"Oh, I'll relax alright…right after I rip your bowels out!" I shouted, stomping on his foot and punching him hard. He ran off with a yelp and started screaming. "Oi! Come back here! I'm not through with you yet!" I yelled, giving chase. My brother started and ran after us, somehow still bringing both of our suitcases.

The case continued for a couple of minutes until we reached the fourth floor. I watched my prey turn a corner and heard him yelling something about 'America, save the awesome me! I've got a bat-shit crazed Italian after me!', well now, we'll see who's 'bat-shit' crazed alright…

Turning the corner I stopped, huffing. My hard golden eyes glaring at the white head of my prey, hiding behind the Hamburger-bastard, who looked just as confused as he did every other day. Well guess what, dear Prussia. Even with the Hamburger-bastard's strength you aren't safe from me.

I began stalking forward, enjoying the terrified look of the second potato-bastard's face. Feliciano was still freaking out behind me, grabbing my arm to stop me. Mi dispiace, fratello. But his head is mine.

"You. Are. So. Dead! You hear me? M. O. R. I. Dead!" I yelled, dragging my brother behind me as I stalked closer.

"Vat is going on here?" DAMNIT! Stupid Potato-bastard number one! Ruining my chances to kill the other!

I don't recall how I ended up in my next predicament. All I remember is Potato-bastard number one blocking my view and restraining me, telling Potato-bastard number two to go back to the room before asking Feliciano where the two of us were staying. He then picked me up and through me over his shoulder like a sack. How degrading.

"Put me down, you damn potato eater! Let me at him, let me at him! He deserves what's coming to him!" I yelled, pounding on his back and trying to wriggle my way free. Feliciano followed behind happily, brining both suitcases, and leaving the Hamburger-bastard still looking utterly lost and confused.

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Fratello = brother

Che? = What?

Mi dispiace = I'm sorry

M. O. R. I. = Mori, which is from the verb 'morire' which means 'to die' so 'mori' literally means 'you die'