Italy didn't sleep at all.
He was pacing around the room, Romano's shouts to 'Get the hell in bed and sleep already!' echoed in the background as he thought of all the reactions all the nations would have.
However that was stopped when a hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned around to see Romano looking at him. He sighed and turned Italy fully the other way, and sat on the bed.
"Look here fratello. I know you're worried, but seriously, staying up until," He turned to look at the clock. "4 in the morning?" Italy sighed and rubbed his eyes. He sat up and looked at the ceiling, avoiding his brother's eyes. "I know but.. I'm just scared what they'll think.. They're probably going to think that we're monsters.."
Romano just groaned before slamming his brother's head onto the pillow and pulling the blanket up to their shoulders. Italy just sighed and snuffed his face into his pillow, inhaling the pasta-like scent.
However, while Italy was sleeping, Romano slowly got up and went to the closet to pull out two suits and two fedoras.
He sighed. "I never thought that I would wear them in front of those idiots. Damn potato-bastard.."
Sorry about the fact that Romano isn't really cursing that much Dx
And sorry that the short chapters. Dere building up the suspense c: