Romano
Romano was sleeping soundly when he heard a pounding on the door in his sleepy mind.
"Umhhh?" Romano questioned as he started to awaken. The door flew open and he heard the door hit the wall with a slam. Romano jumped. Then he heard an angry German voice.
"Italy! Get up for morgen trainink!" he shouted. Romano moaned and felt confused. Why was he dreaming about Germany and his stupid little brother?
Thinking it was only a dream, Romano tried to go back to sleep. But a moment later, he felt himself flip over and hit a hard surface.
"Ummnnnn?!" he said. He opened his eyes and saw that he was laying on the floor and that it was freezing. He felt something heavy on his back and saw that it was the mattress. He pushed the mattress off him and looked up at the blue-eyed Germany. The German glared at him.
"Get up!" he hissed. Romano sighed and blinked twice. Then he pulled the sheets over his face. He heard Germany's boots stomping the floor as he walked over to the drowsy Italian. He grabbed the sheets and through them off Romano. Romano shivered as the cold air blew on his bare chest. Germany bent down and grabbed Romano's hair, and lifted his head to his face.
"Now get up! NOW! Or you can't have pasta for ze rest of your sorry life!" he said. Romano shot himself awake and alert. Germany smiled, pleased with himself.
"Good. Now get dressed for trainink," he ordered. He let go of Romano's hair and walked out of the room.
Romano was puzzled. Why did Germany think he was his brother? What was he doing at Germany's place anyway? He stood up and sighed. He went into the bathroom to wash his face. He turned on the light and turned on the facet. He splashed water on his face and grabbed a towel. He wiped his face and glanced in the mirror. But then he shrieked and and jumped out of the bathroom. He stood there, frozen for a moment. Then he glanced back at the mirror and saw it again.
He saw an Italian, with an idiotic face. He had light brown hair and light brown eyes. He looked smaller than what he was used to, so his chest felt cramped. What Romano saw was his younger brother. Yet he didn't see himself in there with him. Afraid of the possibility, Romano moved his hand to his face. So did his little brother. Romano began to shiver and so did his brother. He felt for his curl, but strangely it was on the left side of his head and not the right. Romano backed out of the bathroom and his hand shook. He began to hyperventilate. He then screamed. And screamed again a moment later. He sounded just like Veniziono!
A moment later, Germany slammed open the door.
"Italy! Are you alright? I heard you screaming!" he said. He walked over to the shaking Italian. He put a hand on Italy's shoulder.
"Ita?" he asked. Romano felt his legs wobble and his knees gave out. Germany caught him from falling and helped him to the bed. Romano shivered as he sat there.
"Wait here," Germany said as he left the room.
"Like I'ma going anywhere, German!" Romano said stubbornly. Germany returned a moment later with a glass of water. Romano took it and gulped it down. He started breathing heavily again.
"Italy, calm down," Germany said as he rubbed his shoulders, "Just tell me vhat happen."
"I'ma in my brother's body!" Romano mumbled. Then he screamed, "Why am I in his body?!"
"Who's body?"
"Veniziono's!" Romano panicked. Germany was confused, but he stayed clam.
"Italy, I zink you're still asleep. Splash some vater on your face und then maybe you'll vake up," Germany told him. Romano shook his head.
"I am dreaming! Why am I here with you. German?! I'a should be in Spain! In my own body!" he said. Germany stared at him.
"Vhat are you talking about? You've always been here with me. Und vhat do you mean that you should be in your own body in Spain?"
"What is wrong with you, Stupido German?! I'ma Romano!" Romano insisted. Germany took a deep breath.
"Italy, I don't like this joke. You are not in Spain, you never vere. Und you are not your bruder. Now get ready for morgan trainink and no more tricks, Ja?" Germany said as he stood up. Romano glared.
"Im'a not joking around!" he pleaded. But Germany ignored him and shut the door. Romano shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Dis is a dream. I know it. Why am I my brother? Does that mean that my brother isa me in Spain? Oh. My. Pasta," he said to himself. He was in some kind of trouble, and he wasn't sure how to fix it.