Italy smiled his usual cheerful smile as he filled he suitcase with different things. "Veh~ I'll need this... Oh and some Pasta... and... I'll need materials to make white flags in case of emergency..." He stopped when he heard the creak of the floor boards behind him. His head turned and he saw his older brother leaning in the doorway, his arms were crossed. "Ah! Hey Romano~ Where have you been?"
"Shut up jackass. The question is where are you going?" He walked into the room, avoiding the clothing that were still strewn about the floor from yesterday's siesta. One of his eyes twitched and he looked away from his brother. "A-and put some damn pants on."
Feliciano looked down. Lovino was right. He wasn't wearing any pants. He looked back up. "But I always sleep with you naked... you never mind... Germany and Japan don't mind either..."
"Are you still friends with those assholes!- you're such a- …never mind. Where the hell are you going anyway?"
"Veh, I'm going camping over at Canada's place, with Germany, Japan and Prussia for the next week!" Italy smiled his innocent smile. He just knew that it was gonna be fun.
"You mean BOTH of those stupid potato sucking bastards are gonna be there!"
"Why do you call them that?" He sounded as if he had just seen Romano kick a small animal.
"Because they are." He snapped back. He swore a few times in Italian, trying to prove his displeasure about what Italy was telling him.
Feliciano tilted his head in confusion. "Are you mad that you can't come or something?"
"No. Why would I be? I don't wanna hang out with those stupid fuckfaces." He paused and scowled. "I'm going over to Antonio's house this week anyway, what with tomato season right around the corner, the jackass says he needs me over there to help get things ready."
"That sounds like fun, I kinda wanna stay just to help."
"No! Go do your stupid camping trip! I don't need your help to pick a fucking vegetable!"
"Fruit Fratello-"
"Go to hell!" Lovino stormed out of the room.
Tears started swelling up in Feliciano's eyes. "Romano... why must you be like that...?" Wiping his eyes on his arm he tuned back to his suitcase he continued filling it with things that he probably didn't need, but chose to bring anyways.
He stopped and looked down. He still wasn't wearing any pants, or a shirt, or anything for that matter. "Germany will be mad at me if I go over to his house naked again..." He walked over and picked up the clothes that were on the floor, and quickly put them on. Stopping when he realized his suitcase lacked swimtrunks. "eh...? Prussia did say were where gonna go swimming right...?" He walked over to his drawers and rummaged through them. "OW!" He quickly removed his hand and looked in the drawer to see what he stabbed his hand on. "Oh..."
It was one of the 'herr sticks' that he had taken and hidden away. He picked it up and looked at it irritably. The stupid thing was proof that Ludwig always managed to find a new one. This ones story was that a ghost had picked it up and hid it in Feliciano's underwear drawer. Germany didn't want to go through the underwear drawer to find it so he said the ghost could keep it. However, the next day he had another one. Exact same size, exact same shape. It was as if he was mass producing them.
He held the stick in both hands then snapped it in half and tossed it in the trash. To hell with that stick. This wasn't over. He'd manage to get Ludwig to ditch it if it killed him.
He snatched up his swimtrunks and put them in the suitcase. Grabbing it he left his and Romano's room, and headed towards the front door. "Bye Fratello~"
"Whatever!"
xXx
BANG! BANG! BANG! "UWAAHH! PLEASE LET ME CUT THROUGH JUST THIS ONCE MR. SWITZERLAND! I'M SORRY!"
"I'LL TEACH YOU TO RUN THROUGH MY YARD!"
Quickly sprinting to Ludwig's house didn't go as well as he had hoped.
BANG! Italy shrieked again. That one almost actually hit him. "VEH! GERMANY! GERMANY! HELP ME! GERMANY!" BANG! BANG!
Italy had just about crossed the Switz-German border when he herd Vash stop shouting and chasing after him. He turned and looked around to see Liechtenstein pulling on the Switz's sleeve, trying to coax him to stop. Backing away the Italian quickly crossed the border and ran to meet the others.
"Italy-kun what took you so long?" Kiku asked.
"Veh~ I had to pack." he said obliviously, as if he wasn't just chased though Switzerland's yard.
Ludwig facepalmed "I thought I asked you to do that yesterday."
"You did, but when I got home I started making pasta, plus this pretty girl walked past the house so I ran outside to flirt with her, and by then It was already three'oclock so I took my siesta and-"
"Ja, alright alright." Germany sighed and rubbed his temples.
Gilbert wrapped an arm around Feliciano's neck "Heh, don't mind West, his just an irritable old man-"
"Bruder, I don't mean to be rude but, if I'm an old man, what does that make you?"
Prussia stopped and stared at Germany as if he wasn't sure how to respond.
"It makes me the... uh... It makes me... Captain Awesome... The worlds longest living captain of awesomeness... yeah.. that's it."
Ludwig rolled his eyes. "Well, everyone's here, are we ready?"
"Hai, I believe everything is in order, so well just need to leave."
Italy nodded "Veh~ This is gonna be so much fun! I've never been to Canada, this is going be so cool!"
"Kesesese! Its gonna be better then cool, its gonna be awesome!"
-Authors Note-
Romano, you need to be nicer. :C Oh, and does Switzerland give off the impression of being a crotchety old man to anyone besides me? "Get off my yard you kids!" Not that I mean anything by it, I lurve him XD I just think its funny...
-Sakue Sayuri