"Veneziano," Romano tried with a roll of his eyes, "I cannot understand you. Slow down and try again."

The blonde could hear snarling on the other side of the phone as he lazily twisted the cord around a finger. It was late morning and he was relaxing comfortably in bed, his head on Spain's chest, and the Spaniard's fingers caressing his side affectionately. It seemed like an ideal start to the day. That is until the phone rang.

"Deep breaths, fratellino," the blonde Italian encouraged with a sigh, "What happened?"

"He proposed! Germany proposed to me last night at dinner!"

"Did he?!" Romano squealed, faking surprise at having received the news, "That is incredible! My brother is engaged! I am so excited for you two! Have you set a date? What colours do you think the wedding party should wear? I will of course offer my services any way that I can and-"

"I'm not engaged." He could hear Italy huff through the phone.

"What?" the blonde brother started.

"I said I'm not-"

"No, but you are." Romano insisted not letting the other finish, "Germany proposed to you and now you are engaged."

There was a moment of silence before Italy groaned. "I didn't say yes, alright?"

Romano screamed, the sudden noise startling Spain out of the daydream he had been having about what it would be like haveing the ability to instantly grow vegetables. His green eyes were wide as he stared at blonde beside him. "What do you mean you didn't say yes?!"

Italy growled through the line at all the noise. "Of course I didn't!"

"Why not?!" Romano continued to wail, now sitting up in bed and pulling at his hair in distress. Spain looked on with worry and tried to rub the blonde's back, confused as to what was happening but know enough to not interrupt with his questions. At this point he could hear most of what Italy was shouting anyway.

"Why not?! Why would I?! He wasn't supposed to propose to me last night! It's too soon!"

"Too soon?" Romano scoffed, "Oh, tesoro, don't you see how now is the perfect time for you to be considering your future?"

Italy snarled. "My future is I plan to marry Germany when I win the war and have secured my place as the leading power. Then I will have everything that I need and can rest comfortably with him at my side."

The elder brother sighed and rolled his eyes. Really, Veneziano could be a real child about these sorts of things. "You do know that an engagement isn't yet marriage right? It just means that that is where you are headed. And to think we put so much effort into make that evening perfect for the two of you and you had to go and ruin it..."

There was dead silence for half a minute before Italy's voice came low and gravelly. "You helped plan last night?"

"Of course I did!" Romano pouted, "Did you really think Germany would have been able to come up with something like that all on his own? Please, he likely would have read about it in a book and ended up making a huge fool of himself. I helped come up with the speech. I do hope he stuck to it though; poor idiota kept trying to cut it shorter and rush through all the truly memorable parts."

What followed required the blonde Italian to pull the receiver away from his head for the number of curses that was shouted through it at him. He grimaced at the screamed insults and glanced to Spain who was sat there looking stunned and staring at the phone as well while they waited for it to calm.

"I cannot believe you would do this to me!" Italy continued to screech even after his voice had reached a decibel where the phone could be brought back to Romano's ear. "My own brother-!"

"Your own brother was helping you out and trying to get you and your lover closer together something, I might add, he wanted to do in the first place." Romano tsked. "Are you even considering the needs of Germany in this? What sort of relationship do you think you are going to be able to keep with him if you continue to act like this?"

"I do not need you running my life!"

"Veneziano, listen to me very carefully," his voice lowered into a grave tone and his eyes narrowed despite his brother not being able to see it for the full effect, "If you do not figure things out soon, you may not have him to go back to when you are ready. Stop taking him for granted."

Italy was furious; Romano could tell by the amount of heavy breathing that was being transmitted to his receiver. Something would likely be pulled apart by the time he made it back to their shared house and he just hoped it wasn't one of the more expensive things he had decorated with in the past few months. Eventually the younger of the brothers managed his reply, snapping his rebuttal angrily. "I cannot believe I am stuck with you as a brother." He hissed.

"And I cannot believe you call yourself Italian." Romano swiftly countered.

Italy choked on his reply before slamming his phone down signalling the end of their conversation. Romano groaned and rubbed his face, placing the receiver back and reclining back into bed alongside Spain. The green-eyed brunette tilted his head, brushing some of the blonde strands out of the other's face. "I've never heard Italy become so angry before."

Romano laughed, more out of loss at the situation than really finding any humour in it. "Si, but he'll come around. He will likely take all of his anger out on something and then realise that his brother was right." The Italian yawned and closed his eyes, hoping to recapture their earlier place of resting comfortably together. "You'll see."

AN: Whoo! Look at me updating on time again :)