Italy's POV
Italy went and got all his things from Germany's house and went to Ramono's. He had let him stay there for as long as he wanted as long as he cleaned his messes and didn't bother him.
"Okay." Italy said. But not ten minutes later he was getting yelled at because he left his purple and pink dress in the living room.
"Italy come pick this up now!" Romano yelled.
"But I'm too tired." He says falling face first on the ground and pretend to be sleeping.
"No now!" He says dragging Italy by his arms towards his things.
"Uhh but I feel sick." Italy says drooling on the floor.
"Hey! Don't drool! That's new carpet." Romano said slapping Italy.
"Ow! That hurt!" He yelled getting up and smacking him back. Shortly after they started to have a cat fight.
Romano pulls away calling truce and asks; "Who wants to go shopping?" Romano asks in a girly voice.
"Ohh me. Can I get a dress?"
"If you were a girl. Just kidding. Sure why not?"
"Yay! I am gonna get a dress!" He shuts running around the living room with a big smile.