"Haven't heard from him."
"Fratello, I haven't heard you complain in days…" Italy looked blearily at his elder brother.
Romano snorted in contempt. In all honesty, he hadn't gotten over the telling off he had received from their boss the other day. He wasn't about to let Italy win by showing him how much the boss had managed to rub him the wrong way due to a mere sentence of comparison.
"There's nothing to complain about," Romano spat. Romano often complained about the happy Spaniard, but the last time he had been to Spain's house, they had parted in a kind of rift.
"How about big brother Spain? You always complain about him," Italy said with intoxicating innocence. " I heard from Germany that-"
"Haven't heard from him," Romano cut in. He didn't give a damn about what Germany had said.