A/N: And...we're back to short. Like, ridiculously short. Hello, Eliza, though.
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
Romano slammed the door closed, leaning against it heavily. The Italian was still panting from the recent escapade with Spain, not to mention the mad-dash up the stairs.
The elder Italy twin flopped on the bed, trying to breathe normally. Romano glanced to the left at the cell phone lying, abandoned, on the bedside table.
Grabbing it in a fit of inspiration, Romano dialed in a number long forgotten.
"Hallo? Eidlestein residence."
"Eliza?"
"Oh! Roma~! How are you?"
"That's why I'm calling you. We need to talk. ASAP."
"Persze, persze, do you want to meet in Spain?"
"Yeah, we might as well."
"Glad to hear that your language has improved."
"The hell are you talking 'bout, bitch? Just get your ass to Spain so we can talk."
"Are you sure you want me to get my ass to Spain?"
"Oh y-you j-just…SHUT UP AND JUST GET OVER HERE!"
"Be there before you know it! Kesobb!"