Romano.
Romano shook as he tried to remember how the heck he got into his brother's body. He put his hands on his head and began to panic again. He felt as if he was still dreaming, so he pinched himself. The slight pain made Romano yelp, but he wasn't dreaming. He was his brother. Romano sat there confused and holding his head. How did he become Veniziono? He couldn't remember. All he could remember was falling asleep on Spain's shoulder the night before. Even that seemed like a blur.
Romano felt himself getting hungry, however he wasn't sure if it was him being hungry or his brother. He walked to the door and opened it slightly so he could take a peek outside the room. Nothing but an empty hallway. He did smell breakfast cooking, and Romano's stomach growled for food.
"No!" Romano told his stomach, "I won't eat German food! All I want is to get out'a here! I go back home to my Southern part and be happy!" Of course, he would rather much find Veniziono and beat the lights out of him. Then he could return to Spain and forget the whole thing ever happened. But the breakfasty smell of eggs and bacon started to eat away at him. It was like a pretty lady begging for him to kiss her. Romano's stomach was hungry and wouldn't take no for an answer. Romano gave a reluctant sigh and decided to walk out. He shivered as he approached the kitchen. He swallowed.
"All right, Romano. You're cool. Yeah. It's just one German. You can figure out some why to get away from him," he told himself. He peeked into the kitchen. But what he saw made him choke.
In the kitchen, he saw Germany cooking the eggs and bacon. But what he also saw made his heart stop beating. Sitting at the table was the all-to-familiar non-country, albino man...Prussia! Crap, there was TWO Germans in the house. He was surrounded by them. Double crap. If Romano wanted to escape, he had to try harder now that there were two. If Germany was here alone, Romano could have tried to escape by tricking or fighting him. Even if the chances of him winning the battle would only be a fraction, if he was lucky. But if Prussia was here too, it would be much harder for Romano to escape. Forget trying to fight for your life. Romano knew that if he wanted to escape, he had to trick them somehow.
Prussia looked in his direction. Romano nearly had a heart attack. Prussia saw him! However, the Prussian only smiled as he glanced at Italy.
"Hey, Ita. Germany says you're acting veird zis morgan. Ist zere somezink bothering you? Kesesese. How fun," he said. Romano gulped. Was his heart in his throat? It felt like it.
"Oh, Italy. I'm glad you got up. Lucky for you, you didn't miss breakfast. Sit down," he said. Romano sat down and then Germany sat down next to him. On either side, Romano was beside two Germans. His heart started to beat faster. He took the fork, but his hands trembled. He struggled while he ate the food. Germany and Prussia were talking to each other, in German. They seemed occupied in their conversation and not noticing Romano's struggles. Romano was glad that the two took up a conversation, though. Now he could think of a strategy to escape.
"This is it. It's either now or never. I have to escape! But how can I'a leave without them noticing me?" he thought to himself. He was so engrossed in his thinking of escape, he didn't notice Germany asking him something. Romano noticed the two staring at him and Germany expecting an answer.
"What?" Romano asked. Prussia snickered a bit as if Romano was a newbie at school who didn't know anything.
"I asked you if you could harry it up. Ve need to get started on morgan trainink. Are you sure you're okay? You don't seem very...cheery like you always are." Germany said as he put a hand on Romano's forehead. Romano trembled, knowing that Germany could crush his skull if he wanted to.
"You don't look like you're coming down with somezink. You don't even feel feverish. Maybe after you get some trainink done, you'll feel better?" he suggested. He turned his back a moment and went to get something. While he was gone, Prussia smiled and leaned close to Romano's ear.
"Italy," he whispered as he slowly moved his finger down his cheek, "Vital regions. Kesesesese!"
Romano froze. Did Prussia want his country too? He didn't care if he was a coward. If Prussia was trying to steal his land, he was going to fight back. But Romano didn't realize that Prussia was meaning he wanted his body, not his country.
Germany came back and Prussia sat back in his chair and played innocent. Germany glared at him suspiciously. He held a bottle in his hand. Romano didn't like the looks of this. Why did Germany have a bottle? Was he going to give Romano something poisonous? Germany poured the liquid in a spoon and turned to him.
"Open up," he said. Romano stared at him in shock. He turned away. Germany frowned.
"Italy Veniziono, you know that you have to take your medications." Medications? When did Romano need to take medications?
Before Romano could object, Germany grabbed his nose and Romano was forced to open his mouth. He gagged as he was forced to swallow the medicine he didn't need.
"Zere, maybe you'll stop all zis acting like you don't know what's going on," Germany said, feeling a little satisfied. He turned to Prussia, who was giving Romano a smirky look.
"Vhat's vrong, Ita? Don't like your medicine? Kesesesese!"
"You. Basement. Now," Germany told him as he snapped his fingers. Prussia's smirk disappeared and he stopped laughing. He mumbled as he walked to the basement door and disappeared behind it. Germany shook his head and turned to Romano.
"Now. I zink it's time ve start with our trainink," he said. Romano shivered. It seemed as if Germany was saying 'Now. Let's get started on the torture, shall we?'to Romano.