Author's Note:
Special thanks to my amazing beta reader Animetronic!
I don't own Hetalia or its characters. The definitions are from the Merriam Webster online dictionary.
7. Interpersonal: being, relating to, or involving relations between persons
"I Just don't get it! Why must every single human being around me be a useless bastard! It doesn't make any sense!" Romano ranted while storming around their kitchen. Italy decided to simply nod at everything his brother said. After all, his fratello did happen to be currently under a lot of stress from his boss. He instead chose to focus on the bubbling pot of pasta in front of him, stirring it occasionally so that it wouldn't clump.
"Tomato bastard and his stupid cheerful smile with those idiotic friends of his, macho potato you like so much..." Romano listed off everyone he hated, which was probably the entire world.
"Ve~ Fratello?" Italy interrupted Romano's cussing spree.
"Si, what is it?" Romano asked, pointing his eyes up at their cracking ceiling.
"Do you think that you lack interpersonal skills?" Italy asked in his cheerful voice. Romano glared at his brother as his face turned bright red like a tomato.
"What!" He shouted, enraged. "I have great social skills! It's the people around me that lack it! Jerk bastards!" He growled, crossing his arms in front of him.
"Si, but you're always mad at someone," Italy said as he clicked a timer off on their stove and strained the pot. "Maybe you just need a hug!" He leaped towards his brother with his arms outstretched and gave him a tight squeeze.
"Would you stop it with your hug therapy!" He squirmed uncomfortably in his brother's grip.
"Awe, but if I do, you'll still be mad!" He whined, latching onto his brother even tighter. Romano bit his lip and took a deep breath while calming himself down.
"Can you let me go so we can eat?" He asked.
"Si!" Italy let go and rushed over to the table while grabbing the strainer. Romano grabbed some leftover sauce from the fridge quickly joining his brother at the table.
