So before I go any further, I would like to say this:
I was innocent! Everything I did was in self-defense! He started it!
That is all.
Let me elaborate. It was only yesterday that Austria informed me of Spain's visit. The Spaniard was apparently bringing Italy's older brother, Romano, with him. And I was completely fine with that. Austria was Spain's boss, kind of. It wasn't strange for him to make random visits. Though, I would be lying if I said Spain around Italy doesn't make me nervous. It's glaringly obvious that Spain wants Italy all for himself.
But really, I mean... Who can blame him?
Anyways, when the time came around, my only goal was to keep Spain's filthy paws off Italy. Oh. And to be nice to Romano. He is Italy's brother. I had thought maybe if I made nice with Romano, I could get on Italy's good side again. Since that whole bandage incident, I've been avoiding Italy like the bubonic plague. So, of course I was desperately trying to figure out a way to apologize to her. Romano gave me just that oppurtunity. Or I so believed...
Until I actually met the nation.
Romano definitely had a family resemblance to Italy. They could have been twins, except that Romano's hair was darker. And his curl was on top of his head. Oh, and Italy is much cuter. (Maybe cause she's a girl? Though Romano's maid outfit could've fooled me.) In any case, Italy eagerly introduced me to her brother. She was so happy that he had visited. Even though, to be honest, her brother looked downright bitter. As if he wanted to be anywhere but here. I had chalked it up as shyness and had politely introduced myself...
When he insulted me right to my face.
He called me a country bumpkin. Then he told me to go jump off a cliff.
I was puzzled at first. Wondering what I had done to offend him. Then I realized I was completely innocent. And that, Italy was reprimanding her brother. Saying that was quite rude of him. Romano merely rolled his eyes before telling Italy to "Shut up, you bastard."
Now, mind you. Once I learned he was in the wrong, I was quite annoyed. Anyone would be right? I mean, he just insulted me. But when he starts calling Italy names, then he's crossed the line. I had to defend my Italy's honor, even from her own brother, so I shouted, "Hey, don't call Italy that!"
"I'll call Italy whatever I want." Romano had snapped back.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
And that conversation went on for quite some time. Then, I got fed up first and started fingering my sword. He noticed that and immediately shrank back. I was on top of the world, right then. I had succesfully claimed a silent victory and defended Italy's honor. I felt pretty accomplished.
That is, until Italy stepped between me and her brother. Saying that I was being a "Meanie!" and to "Quit picking on nii-chan!"
I blinked back, very startled. I was defending her and she get angry with me? I'm sorry, but what? That didn't make sense! And to make things worse, I saw Romano smirk smugly behind her. He was gloating, that bastard!
But since, the whole point of this whole venture was to make me look good in Italy's eyes, I refrained from beating the snot out of him. If yelling at him made Italy mad, imagine me fighting him. She would never forgive me!
So despite, my wounded pride. And my confusion. Along with that little tinge of betrayal. Cause I mean, I was trying to help her and everything. Despite all that, I turned around and excused myself. I couldn't stand to look at Romano's triumphant face anymore.
Big. Big mistake.
Are you familiar with the rule: Never turn your back on your enemy? Well, I just broke it. Apparently, just as I was keen on making myself look good to Italy. Romano was just as keen on making me look bad. That, or he really just doesn't like me.
So he threw a tomato at me.
I hadn't known what was coming. I was just walking away, nursing my bruised ego. Then, SPLAT! I felt something hard and wet smash against the back of my head. Knocking off my hat and seeping into my hair. I froze in mid-step.
I heard him laughing behind me. That fiendish bastard! I thought I heard Italy frantically telling him to stop. And to apologize. But at that moment, I saw red. I didn't care anymore about my image. I just wanted to make Romano pay! So I wiped the tomato, for that's what I learned it was, from my hair. Squished it in my hands. And threw it right back at him. It smacked him right in the face!
Had I painter at the time, I would've asked him to immortalized that moment! The look on Romano's face was simply priceless!! He was shocked first. Then puzzled. But soon that expression turned into a raging fury.
With tomatoes coming from who knows where, he began to fire at me. And I fired right back. Everything he threw at me. I threw back. Literally.
We didn't hear Italy's wails to stop. Nor did we stop to think about how much trouble we were going to get into. We just wanted to wipe that smirk off the other's face.
It wasn't until was picked by my collar, by a red-faced Austria. Both because of all the blood rushing to his head and because of a wayward tomato smaking him on the nose. That I realized what a wreck the living room was. There were tomatoes everywhere! The carpet, the curtain...Everything was stained!
So then I knew... I was so. So. Screwed.
My only consolation was that Romano was being dragged off too and that he was getting punished as well. Though really, I feel as I shouldn't be punished at all. He started it! But Austria was having no excuses. He sent me to my room, where I am now, with no supper. I've been here for a couple hours now. Doing absolutely nothing and bored to death.
It really just isn't fair.
And get this, Romano is older than I am. By about a year or two! Isn't that strange? I mean, I always thought we would be the same age. I fancied myself older than Italy. But it turns out, I was much closer to Italy's age than I thought! And really, Romano's older? Physically, yeah sure... But mentally? I consider him younger. Much younger.
In any case, if I looked pretty bad to Italy before. I must appear downright cruel to her now. I mean, I attacked her brother! Though I hope she has the good sense of realizing it was all in self-defense! Honest!
I still can't believe Italy is related to such a guy anyways. Romano's such a brat!
