Author's note: Merry Christmas everyone. I 've came back to give you this little one off as a gift. Don't worry, I tried to make so everyone won't get lost when reading, though there could be some flaws. Aw well, no one is perfect.
Also sorry to make an old reference, but i could resist doing this. For those who know it, free virtual cookies. (::) (::) (::)
After serval months of punishment, Romano noticed that is still messing with his little brother's head. The Potato Muncher has gone too far this time. He needed a way to teach that ***** a lesson, but how? He sat in his living room plotting his revenge.
Just then, Spain strolled in. "Hey Romano, what's up? Why so down?" He said with a smile.
Romano kept his scowl as he gave his former caretaker the cold shoulder.
"Don't worry Romano every one has awful days, even me."
The Italian raised an eyebrow. "What that he'll are you talking about?"
"Oh, me, France, and Prussia was tricked into going the Blue Oytser. Long story short we had a good time with the guys-" At that moment, Romano's eyebrow risen more. Who the **** send the Bad Touch Trio to that kind of bar? "However I tripped on an ice cube and landed into the salad bar. Funny thing, is that we never found out who put that letter on our cars. Good thing we could read the hand writing."
All of the sudden, an idea and a smile spranged forth in the younger nation's mind. He gotten and walked away.
"Wait, where are you going, Romano?"
"Out. Don't bother me?"
Later that day, Germany walked into his house. After a long day at the meeting, he needed to unwind. However, it look like that would have to wait, there was letter on his fridge. He peeled it, figuring it was put there by his brother and sawn that it was a letter for a deal on a great salad bar. Now that is what the doctor ordered. Though a bit cautious. He decided to go.
Meanwhille, Prussia watched the scene from a distance away. The white hair men kept in his laughter as he warned "Be careful of the ice cubes!" with the biggest grin that has been seen.
The next day, Romano walked into the meet. Though not showing it, he was hoping to that ****** German would get his just deserts.
He strolled past the scene of Germany with blush and everyone around asking and comforting him about going to the Blue Oyster. The Italian's work was done.
That is until Italy popped out and uttered "Hey Germany, I didn't know you go to the Blue Oyster. I would've said hi sooner, but I slipped on an ice cube."
At that moment, so many questions ran through Romano's mind that he could feel his brain snap.