"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, what's with this disgusting lovey-dovey atmosphere?" Romano, glaring, cut between Germany and Veneciano to put a knife and cutting board in the sink.

Germany sighed and walked into the living room to check on his brother, while the other 3 finished up making the pasta.

"You should be more considerate of people, Romano," Spain said as he prepared the tomato sauce.

"Che! I don't want to hear that from you, of all people," Romano uttered carelessly, before realizing what he had said and turned to face Spain with a sorry face.

But, like usual, Spain just smiled at Romano, patted his head, and handed him a tomato to "cheer him up." Romano stared at the tomato, put it down on the kitchen counter, and sighed.

"What's wrong, big brother?" Veneciano asked the Southern Italy as he stirred the pasta.

"It's none of your business..."

"Ehh?~"


Prussia was bored. So. Very. Bored.

"How dare West tell me to stay here, when I could be filling their day with so much awesomeness and handsomeness?"

He sighed and stared at the television. It wasn't even on.

He could have ignored what Germany told him, but being totally awesome, he decided to listen to him so that Germany would respect him more as a "big brother".

"This is so damn boring!!" Prussia threw open a window and yelled outside.


I understand that my method of writing is very unorthodox and stuff, but I'm so used to writing short chapters. I'm sorry...