Romano

"Italy! Vake up!" yelled Germany. Romano fluttered his eyes open. He was breathing hard and his face was red from training so hard. He couldn't survive this! Yet Germany was forcing him to get up and continue.

"You're not goink to lunch until you finish your laps! You better start running!" he said. Romano moaned. He couldn't do it anymore. How could his younger brother live with this German? Germany crossed his arms and glared at him. Romano glared back. He was NOT going to be this German's slave.

"Listen, stupido German! I'ma not Veniziono! I'ma Romano!" Romano said. Germany didn't look convinced, neither did he raise an eyebrow.

"Quit making up stories. Now run!" Germany demanded. Romano crossed his arms.

"And if I don't?"

"Consider yourself punished for not obeying your subordinates," Germany said, "und you can't have pasta." Romano didn't like the sound of losing pasta, but he also didn't want Germany to walk all over him.

"Potato-Loving dastard. I'ma not Veniziono, I'ma Romano. Listen to me!" Romano begged. Germany sighed and made a face palm.

"Okay, fink. Let's see vhat stupid excuses you have this time."

"I'a don't know how, but somehow I'ma in my brother's body. I'a know I'a may look like him, but I'ma not Veniziono. I'ma Romano!" Romano tried to explain.

"I don't know vhat happened to you, but you're acting very veird today. You're not cheery und happy like you usually are. You're more lazy zan usual und you keep referring yourself as your bruder."

"That'sa because I'ma not my brother, STUPIDO!" Romano shouted.

"You get punished by talking back und using hateful language towards your superior. You're also making up stories, most likely so you can skip out on trainink. Italy," Germany said as he put his hands on Italy's shoulders and smiled, "I can make you run, you know." Romano gulped. Was Germany going to crush his face? He screamed. He began waking backwards slowly, then a little faster as Germany slowly followed. Germany smiled and gestured with his finger in a 'come here' motion. Romano began to hyperventilate. Oh no! He was NOT sticking around. Romano turned tail and ran away as if Britain was chasing him. Germany glared.

"COME BACK! ZIS IST NO TIME TO BE SKIPPING OUT ON TRAININK!" he shouted after the fleeing Italian. Romano didn't stop, though. He wasn't going to stop until he found a safe place to hide. He glanced over his shoulder to see that he was leaving Germany in the dust. Romano stoped and laughed.

"Beat that, Stupido German! I'ma long gone now!" But when the dust began to clear, Romano laugh turned into a shock, worried face. Germany was coming after him! Romano screamed at the top of his lungs and began running away again.

"GET'A ME OUTTA HERE!" he cried.

Italy

"Okay," Spain said as he wrote something down on a piece of paper. He was taking notes. "So we know that you and Romano switched bodies somehow. But the problamo is we don't know how or why," he said. Italy was pacing around the room trying to figure out the situation. He nodded.

"Si. I'a don't know if it will help or not, but we've got to find Romano somehow. I have a feeling that if we come together, it might be easier to figure out a solution and trigger a memory. Maybe we can find out how or what made us change bodies," Italy said, rubbing his chin in a thoughtful mood. Spain nodded.

"That's one idea. But who or what did this to you?"

"That'sa what we're going to find out," Italy said. He gave up and sat next to Spain with a sigh. He held his head.

"This is'a so confusing! I'a wish we had all the answers, then we wouldn't have to go through these problamos." The two sat there, staring at their ideas for a long time. Then Italy shrugged.

"The only way is'a to find Romano. Let's go to Germany's and see what we can find," he said, standing up. Spain nodded.

"Si, I want to find out what's troubling my little brothers."