A/N Oh, wow! Imagine my surprise when I get messages saying that my story's been put on someone's update list and another's favorites. And it's been REVIEWED. I'm just ecstatical about all this. I love you guys! :D
I do apologize for the long wait, but it's been WAY chaotic at school over here, and it won't calm down for another week. I also lost the notebook that contained this chapter in it, and it remained that way for two weeks. (It turned out to be in my locker...duh...)
So, I do hope that you enjoy this chapter, too. Thanks very much!
Chapter 1: Like Every Other Morning
The morning sun gleamed through the window, a stream of sunlight shining directly into Italy's face. The warmth stirred him from his sleep, amber eyes lazily blinking. A yawn broke loose, and Italy sat up, rubbing the remaining sleep out of his eyes. A smile on his face, Italy greeted the new day with a "Ve~".
What a wonderful day this will be! Italy thought, his custom smile on his face and his eyes closed off from the world. First, I'll make fratello and I pasta for breakfast, then I'll go over to Germany's house and make pasta, then...
Italy shuddered, a slight frown on his face. Brrrrr, was it cold! Italy turned his head to the left, seeing as how the other side of the bed was empty. "Hm? Oh! Is fratello up already?"
Usually Italy would've spent the night, sneaking into Germany's house and slipping into bed, but Italy didn't want his fratello to feel left out. So, instead, Italy crawled into bed with Romano (ignoring Romano's colorful language), just like they used to when they were younger.
Well, better start getting the pasta ready! With another happy "Ve~", Italy leaped out of bed and went towards the stairs. "Fratello! Fratello!"
Italy didn't get a response from Romano, but he didn't mind. Instead, he continued on his journey, trying to decide what kind of pasta he should cook. He opted for good old spaghetti, since he hadn't had that dish for a whole two days.
Entering the kitchen, Italy ambushed the cabinets, searching for the necessary ingredients to make the dough (because store-bought spaghetti is just so gross) and got right down to making a flour-y mess. About halfway in finishing the meal, Italy heard a crashing noise followed shortly by a string of Italian curses.
"Ve~ Good morning, fratello!" Italy called out.
Still cursing, Romano entered the kitchen. "Why do you need to be so damn cheery?" he snapped, rubbing his head.
Italy frowned upon hearing Romano's statement. "Ve~ Did fratello have a bad night?"
"What do you think?" Romano growled, still rubbing his head. "Throughout the night I've had to put up with you stealing the covers as well as listening to the drip-drip-drip of that damn bathroom faucet!"
Italy cocked his head to the side. A revelation popped into his mind. "Oh! Is that why you woke up early? To fix the bathroom faucet?" Because he thought this, Italy rushed over to Romano and gave him a hug. "Ve~ That's so nice!"
Romano sputtered, trying to break out of Italy's iron grip. "Chigi! Let me go!" he demanded, face red. Itally (eventually) complied, and Romano composed himself. "Now, until I get that damn pipe fixed, you are not to go into that bathroom."
Italy nodded his head. "Okay, fratello!" Italy then tackled Romano again and gave him another bear hug. Romano sputtered again, and curses spewed out of his mouth.
Italy trusted Romano, because why would brothers lie? However, Italy should've remembered that he was just in that bathroom the other day, and no leaking faucets were in existence. Also, if Italy had been looking in the direction of the bathroom with the "leaky faucet", he might've noticed a bloody towel peaking slightly out of the door frame.