Romano sniffed as he put away the last of the clean dishes and dragged a fist over an eye. How many people did he currently hate? There was Venciano for being so incredibly cruel and without good cause. Germany was the one who started this whole mess in the first place; he was still completely convinced of it. And then there was Spain who had kicked him out and left him alone with the monster asleep upstairs. Whatever that thing was, it was not his brother anymore.

With a sigh, he decided he wasn't tired enough to sleep yet but he didn't want to hang around in the house. Maybe a long walk would be good, with some fresh air and some distance between himself and the problem so he could think things over. His throat still felt painful from where it had been squeezed earlier and he stopped in front of the mirror in the hallway to find small circular bruises already beginning to form. That wouldn't be a good thing to have on display for others to see and he wrenched open a cupboard searching through it for something to cover it up.

Several coats later, and Romano still hadn't found anything with a collar high enough to effectively hide everything; until his eyes settled on a silky looking scarf hanging delicately in the corner. That would work well enough and he carefully draped it around his neck to hide the evidence of the evening's events and wondered when it was that they had decided to purchase such a frivolous item. Probably Veneciano's doing he concluded, before the thought reminded him again of everything and he started furiously swiping at his eyes . The bright red that shown around the hazel looked worse, and Romano mentally cursed that he had let it get that far. He couldn't let anyone see him in such a pitiful state and went back to the cupboard to search for something else. He found a few pairs of sunglasses, but it was too dark outside to use such things but managed to pull out a rose tinted pair. Not really sunglasses that would block out the light, but should still effectively hide that he had been crying to the general public. It would be good enough for now.

Grabbing the house key and stuffing his hands inside his pockets, Romano left and began to aimlessly walk to nowhere in particular. There weren't too many places that he really felt he could go, especially since Spain wouldn't be too pleased since the fiasco yesterday that took place in his home and involved a few broken pieces of furniture. Plus there was the added problem that his former caretaker would demand to know what happened to his neck and wouldn't let something like that go until he got an answer. He nervously tugged the scarf a little higher up even though there wasn't a soul around to see him at this hour.

Several random turns down a few streets and Romano found himself standing in front a large park. With a shrug he decided it wasn't any better or worse to walk in there than out on the streets and found the weakly lit path that wound its way through the middle. Further in while still deep within his thoughts, he found he utterly disliked one of the loose stones that stood out of place on the middle of the path and gave it a harsh kick, watching it skip further away before coming to a stop. Romano frowned at that stone and when he was close enough to it again kicked it further along; listening to it clatter against the hard surface he was walking.

"Stupid brother," he muttered into the scarf as he drew closer to the stone and pulled his foot back. "Everyone likes him better than me, including Grandpa Rome." He drew to a stop and glared down at the innocent rock that rested quietly beneath his feet. "It's not fair and I hate it!" The silence that followed his statement made him angrier and he kicked the rock off the path when it didn't reply. "Stupid stone," he muttered as he ventured further into the park.

His thoughts continued to chase him around until he felt the sudden breaking of everything he had been trying to contain and the cool droplets that started to run down his face. "Why did this have to happen?" he wailed to the empty sky as he came to a stop in the middle of an empty path. "I wish it hadn't at all!"

There was a sudden popping noise behind him and the brunette jumped, hastily trying to pretend he hadn't been crying by himself in the middle of nowhere. He craned his neck around to spot where a dazed looking angel staggered a bit to the side and glanced around trying to locate where he was. Romano drew in a sharp breath. Of all the nights, this was possibly the worst night for England to suddenly show up. Adrenaline coursed through him and he took off down the path as fast as his legs could carry him.

Britannia Angel shook his head attempting to focus on what was happening and when his vision cleared he only saw the quickly retreating back of Romano heading in the opposite direction. He blinked his bright green eyes several times and grimaced. Why were Italians so difficult?

His heart was racing inside his chest as Romano fled down the path. He had gotten a head start, so this meant that he should be fine he reasoned, though as he turned a corner, he came face to face with angel himself, who bared the path with his outstretched wings. "Stop running." The angel commanded sternly as Romano skidded to a stop and tripped as he tried to back away landing on the ground in a heap.

"What do you want?" Romano growled while trying to pull himself back together. He desperately hoped that this wouldn't be a repeat of the earlier incident and he couldn't stop the trembling that wracked his entire body.

"To help you by granting a wish." The angel answered quickly sighing and letting his wings fold in a little.

"What sort of wish?" The brunette asked, cautiously taking in everything about the nation standing before him.

"Anything that you want." He was instructed and Romano quieted as he thought through his available options.

"Is this something that you do often?" Romano asked a minute later, raising one dark eyebrow and peering at the angel through his tinted specs.

Britannia Angel shifted a little at the question. "Well… yes."

Romano couldn't help but smirked. "Looking like that?"

"You are hardly one to judge fashion, you git!" The angel cursed, large eyebrows scrunching together and pointing in the general direction of Romano's new accessories, causing the shorter of the two to scowl in return. "Look at what you are wearing right now! Just make your bloody wish so I can leave!"

"Bastard, you don't have to yell!" Romano shouted back and then pondered his choices while trying to ignore the impatient foot tapping of his visitor. "I want to keep up with Veneciano." he finally decided, glaring harshly up at the angel. "Whatever made him change, I want the same."

"Fine by me." The angel retorted, wasting no time in materializing his wand and performing the spell. But who could blame him? He was standing around outside in a small tunic in the middle of the night. A warm bed sound much nicer at the time.

AN: Have a lovely week everyone! :D (Sorry for my rushed editing job. I was a bit lazy this week.)