{This chapter is a little stupid :/, but I hope you still like it}
Miranda smiled as she twisted her finger around Romano's curl. Romano glared and slapped her hand away.
"Stop'e That! Tell me how to get our bodies back!"
"Maybe I would. If you were more nicer to me," she smirked. Romano let out a frustrated sigh. He never was anger with women before, but this would be the first. He had to bribe her somehow. He glanced over at his brother who was smiling and letting Maria kiss him. Romano rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe that Veniziono was this stupid. But what made the matter worse was that Italy was in Romano's body. So Maria was kissing Romano! Well, sort of. Italy winked at Romano. Romano thought that his brother was teasing him, but he soon found out that Italy had a plan. His winking showed he was trying to get Maria to talk and he wanted Romano to do the same to Miranda. It took Romano a minute, but he soon understood. He glared at Miranda. She was oblivious to knowing the meaning of Italy's winking. Romano sighed and put his arms around Miranda. Miranda stared at him quizzically. Then Romano leaned in and kissed her. He tried to make it feel affectionate, even though he didn't feel that way at all towards her. Miranda smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Italy and Romano started to actually enjoy this, but still remembered the plan. Miranda and Maria pulled back a few moments latter and smiled.
"It feels like old times. But you have something up your sleeve, don't you, Romano?" Miranda said. Romano pulled back a lose hair from her face.
"What makes you say that, eh?" he smiled. Deep inside he was thinking, 'Just tell me what to do, Woman!'. He really didn't remember dating her. When she wasn't looking, Romano gave a quick glance at his brother to see how he was fairing. Italy was just as close to getting information from Maria as Romano was to Miranda. They gave each other a quick shrug and turned back to the women with smiles. Then the women pulled away from them and giggled and ran in the other direction. The brothers stared at the two in question. But they soon joined in and started chasing after the two. After a few moments, the sisters stood back to back with each other with a brother closing in. Romano and Italy closed their eyes and leaned close to kiss them. The sisters giggled and stepped out of the way.
Not realizing that the women weren't in front of them anymore, the brothers embraced each other and kissed. The sisters covered their mouths, trying to hid their laughter. Romano and Italy felt a little awkward. Why did their ex feel more broader? The two opened their eyes and screamed. They pulled away from each other and spat and wiped their lips with their sleeve. The sisters couldn't hide their laughter anymore and burst out laughing. The two brothers were really embarrassed, but decided to laugh with them. Romano quickly pulled his brother close to whisper in his ear.
"I'll distract Miranda and you distract Maria. See if you can get her to talk to you," Romano whispered.
"I'a thought that's what we've been trying to do?" Italy whispered back. Romano glared.
"Dont'a make things complicated! Just do it, eh?" he said. Italy sighed and rolled his eyes, but nodded. By now, the sisters had control over their laughter. Romano grabbed Miranda and pulled her close. Italy did the same to Maria. They started waltzing.
"Why are we dancing to no music?" Miranda asked. Romano smiled.
"No reason. I'a just remembered how you liked to dance so much," he lied. Miranda smiled.
"Well, that's one reason. I suppose."
"Italy?" Maria asked, "tell me the truth. Do you remember me?"
"Why would you ask that? Of course I do!" Italy lied. He was starting to sweat. Maria frowned.
"Come on, Ita. You can be honest with me," she said.
"Oh! Remember that'a song we danced to that'a night I'a broke up with you?"
"Must you use the words 'broke up'?" Maria asked, looking a little hurt.
"Sorry. But you do remember, don'ta you?" Italy said. He began to sing a random song that came to his head. He was hoping Maria would say no, but at the same time yes. Maybe perhaps? Maria smiled.
"Yes. I do. That was when you asked me to dance. But that was before you left me and my sister standing alone in the rain on the balcony," she said. Italy didn't remember Maria, but he could only imagine how hurt she must have felt. He laid his head to her's.
"I'ma sorry. But situations came up," he said. Maria scuffed.
"Yeah, 'situations'," she said, a hint of jealousy in her voice remembering the woman who stole his heart. Italy couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
Romano glanced at his brother. He had a feeling they were starting to reach out to each other. Now all he had to do was make Miranda fall for him. He tried smiling and spoke the first thing that came to his head.
"Tomatoes." Miranda stared at him.
"What? Where did that come from?"
"Just the thing that popped into my head. I'ma kinda hungry," he said. Miranda smiled.
"I kinda am too. Romano? Do you have any guilt?"
"What'a do you'a mean?"
"I mean for leaving me and running off with someone else. Doesn't that bother you?" she asked. Romano cocked his head to the side, but before he could say anything Miranda frowned.
"No, Of course you don't. Love is just a cheap thing you like to through around," she said, feeling hurt. Romano shook his head and laid his head to her's.
"No, Miranda. I'a do feel love. And I'a don't just toss it around like nothing. I have feelings for women too." Maybe that wasn't the best sentence to say, but Miranda didn't say anything more. After a while, the four stopped dancing. They stared at each other for a while thinking the same thing: 'I wish I could go back and fix things'. The sisters laid their heads to the brother's chests and closed their eyes. The brothers didn't care to get information out of them anymore. They all felt the same thing: sadness. They held each other close. Finally the sisters nodded.
"Okay," Maria said, "We'll tell you how to get your bodies back." The brothers gave a sad, slow nod. Miranda walked over to the bottles and picked them up. Then she was about to give them the bottles, when a voice spoke up.
"Why Miranda, Maria. What is going on here?" The four of them gasped in surprised and looked to the stairway. It was the man from Romano and Italy's dream. His blue eyes had an evil gleam in them and his hair was short and dark. He was wearing a dark cloak and he looked pale white. The brother's shivered as they saw that his teeth were fangs. The witches hid behind the brothers.
"Dracula!" The said in union.