Most of you must be wondering. 'How can Italy die? He's a country". Yes. He's harder to kill.. but you got to remember.. Theirs no reason for two of them to be one country now. Eather Romano or Italy can die.. Which ever goes the other will become.. Both could live of coarse...I don't like that idea of one of them dying though.

If one were to ask me who would live between the two, I would say 'Itacest'. Bitches ant ganna get me to say only one of them. If one were to go down I would save there ass my self.

"Veneziano!" The name tore though the open sky and surface of the sea. Hearing nothing but small waves crashing upon each other and the calm wisp wind brought dread to Romano who was searching through out the sea. Diving back into the water, he took no notice of how clear the water had become in the few short moments of continuously diving back in, searching for his younger brother. Nor did he see changes to his own body. He was to focused into finding Italy. He was starting to get tired and his efforts seemed helpless.

Why him? Why was Italy the one to leave and he the one to stay? It wasn't fair. He should have left instead. Italy was loved dearly, and still loved. Romano however was loved by few, who would miss him, no one. Or at least that what Romano thought. He was just about to give up when he felt someone lightly tap his right shoulder. Romano spun around to find himself staring at what seems to be his brother. He almost burst into tears, but he didn't. Instead he let a few tears role down his cheeks, but only because it would blend in with his dripping wet face from the sea water, he couldn't hold all of it back ether. Instead of crying infront of his brother, he grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. Italy grinned.

"Im ok Romano." Italy cooed. Romano didn't respond and he understood why. After Romano recovered from his 'small' break down, he started to notice the changes. First of all, his brother felt scaly and looked a bit more reddish than usual. He also seemed to be moving his legs although one was broken. Then he started to notice his own changes. Romano looked down at his arms and hands to see scales decorating the tips of his fingers along with random patches of green scales along his arm. His legs also felt really weird.. as if both of his legs had become one. Instead of looking down to his own feet he pulled his brother back and studied him. Random patches of orange scales along Italy's cheek, nose, face, arms, shoulders, and hands. His ears now small orange fins. He looked down to Vene's waist and there he found orange scales creeping up along his stomach, covering his waist completely. He didn't want to look further down afraid of what he might find. And Italy had a enormous grin the whole time.

"WERE MERMAIDS!" Italy couldn't hold back his discovery any longer. Romano was just frozen, in shock. Mermaids were real?! No way in hell. And even if that were true, there was no WAY on heaven, earth or hell, that it was possibly for a nation to be like that. "Ok, so were not merMIADS, but merMEN" Italy clarified.

"N-no." Romano shook out of his shock, sorta. "Were just hallucinating. Accidentally drank a shit load of sea water is all. Yeah. That's all." Romano couldn't believe this, he wouldn't!

Italy frowned slightly. "We are not!" Italy looked around to see how he could prove it but only found sea water. That's it! Sea water. On the way back to the surface, he was forced to breath in the water and found that he could breath under water. That's one of the main ways he found out he was a mer. Italy puffed out his cheeks. "Dont make me" He threatened.

"Dont make m-" Before he was allowed to say more, Italy grabbed his hand and dived down into the water, forcing Romano along with him. Down, down, and down they swam, towards the ocean floor. Ok, Italy was the one swimming down. Romano was trying to swim up, but eventually gave up. Once they reaches the bottom, Italy looked back to his brother to see him holding his breath. The guy looked like a plumb. Italy sighed, not only to show that he was breathing in the water, but he was sorta tired to see his brother still refusing.

"Come on, fratello. Im breathing, art I?" Italy tried to convince Romano. "Besides, your ganna die if you dont" Romano gave in once again and gasped, pulling in all the water he could. Italy watches his brother pant a bit and look up at him in surprise. A smile crept onto Italy's face. "See?" He said looking down at his feet. Only it wasnt feet. It was orange fins, a very elegant pair. And his legs were merged into one and covered in orange scales. Romano looked down at his own. His was a bit different. Green scales, green tail that looked like it had been elegant at one point, but turned rough due to him farming. They both had fins along there tails to help with direction like any fish out there.

Romano shook his head, "how is this possible?" he stared at his tail.

Italy shrugged, "Donno. But lets explore a bit~! Iv seen the ocean from diving trips, but its never this amazing."

"I dont think thats a good idea." Romano started.

"Aww, come on!" Italy convinced and Romano agreed.

"10 minuets... Starting now"

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh~! I so sorry this is so late. School has been taking a bit more time up and im trying to find a summer job. Im so sorry. Ill try to do better! Ill have to start doing this more during summer too.. which im only looking forward to for a month..