Italy

Italy opened his eyes, but to his dismay, he was still in Spain. He sat up and glanced in the mirror. He was still his brother. He sighed. His stomach began to growl for hunger, or was it Romano who was really hungry? He walked out of his room and looked around for the kitchen.

When Italy stepped into the kitchen, he saw Spain. Spain noticed Romano and smiled.

"Romano! Are you feeling better?" he asked. Italy stared at him in shock. He called him 'Romano' again!

"No?" Italy squeaked. Spain smiled and walked over to him. He put his arms around him in a hug.

"I'ma sure you'll feel better soon. You are probably just having a bad day?" He suggested.

"Yeah. I'ma having a bad day alright," Italy said, still sounding just like Romano. Spain smiled.

"Why don't you have something to eat? It might make you feel better," he said.

"I'a seriously doubt it," Italy said under his breath. As he sat down at the table, Spain gave him some coffee. Italy looked up at Spain.

"What'sa the coffee for?"

"You like coffee, si?" Spain said as he stared at Italy, feeling confused.

"When do I'a drink coffee?!" Italy asked. Spain shrugged.

"You always drink it," he said. He couldn't understand why Italy didn't want coffee. But he shrugged.

"Okay, if you don't want it, I'll drink it." he said as he began to take the coffee away. He expected his nino to protest and grab the coffee, but Italy didn't. This led Spain to scratch his head in confusion. But then he smiled.

"Okay, how about we try some Spanish lessons later?" he said. Yes, he had Romano now. He was sure of it. But his nino smiled.

"Sure! I'a never learned Spanish before!" he said, feeling excited. Spain dropped the coffee and the cup smashed to tiny pieces. The sudden noise made Italy jump. Spain stared at him. Then he began to tremble.

"You want to learn Spanish?!"

"Si?" Italy nodded, but didn't understand why Spain was acting so surprised. Spain walked up to him and put his hand over his nino's forehead. He still had the shocked look on his face.

"You're not catching a fever, are you? Since when did you want to learn Spanish?"

"Big brother Spain?"

"NO! Tell me it'sa not true!" Spain almost screamed, "Romano! You are really sick! I'ma sure of it! Don't worry, I'll find out what's going on with you!" he ran to the phone and started dialing a number.

"You'a need a doctor! You'a need a doctor!" he said. Italy walked to him and grabbed his hand.

"Please don't! Not yet at least! Let me try to explain!" he begged. Spain reluctantly put up the phone. He took a deep breath.

"Okay. Give me one good reason," he said.

"You'a might want to sit down," Italy told him. Spain took a seat and Italy took a deep breath.

"I'ma not Romano. I'ma Veniziono. I don't know how or why, but I'ma somehow in Romano's body," he told him. Spain nodded, but Italy could tell that he still didn't believe him. Italy went on.

"This is just a hypothesis, but I'a think Romano, the real Romano, is'a in my body back in Germany. Somehow, our bodies got switched. I'ma not sure for certain, but I'a think that'sa what's going on," Italy said. Spain stared at him a moment.

"Let's say I believe you. How can you prove you're Veniziono and not Romano playing with my mind?"

"Would I'a be willing not to listen to you? Learn Spanish? Or," Italy said as he took a look at the casa.

He picked up the boom, "This house needs some cleaning, don't you think?" Spain trembled.

"Little Veniziono was always cleaning. He was so cute too. He was patient and caring," he put his arms around Italy. He began to cry, "You are Veniziono!" Italy smiled and hugged him back. After a moment, Spain smiled.

"Okay. If you're Veniziono, then we need to find Romano and figure out a way to turn you two back." Italy nodded.

"Si!"