Today I have decided to make a surprise visit to Italy so that we could hang out since our bosses have been getting along lately. I hope we can have some fun today.
. . . .
Russia stood on the steps of the warm, Italian home with a bottle of vodka in his hands. He stood awkwardly on the steps before he loosened his scarf the reached out to knock on the wooden door. There was no sound that came from within. He waited a few more minutes then pressed the doorbell. Immediately he got a reaction.
"Damn it! If that’s Germany again I swear I will kill you!"
"But Germany's at a meeting today Romano. That can’t be him."
“Well whoever it is, he’s going to pay for waking me up!”
The door opened and Romano poked his head out.
“What the hell is your problem?!” He shouted.
Russia’s eyes widened; having no idea what to say. However, once Romano looked at the person he had screamed at his face turned white. He opened his mouth to say something but instead retreated inside, slamming the door shut.
Was it something I did? Russia thought to himself.
“Romano, what did you do that? It’s very rude!”
The door then reopened, this time Italy stepped out.
“Ciao! I’m sorry about that,” he said,” Romano is just tired from his siesta-Ah!”
Realizing who he was talking too, Italy shrunk back in fear. Russia blinked a few times, confused about the other’s behavior. But he decided to smile to ease the tension.
“Hello Italy, it’s good to see you,” he said, trying to sound as nice as possible,” I brought a little something for you.”
He held out the bottle of vodka for the smaller country. At first Italy jumped but then he calmed down and eventually took the bottle.
“Um, g-grazie,” he croaked,” That’s really nice of you. But, what’s this for?”
“Well, I was wondering if it would be okay if we hung out today,” Russia explained,” Like good friends.”
“If you’re busy today I can come back tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that, or-“
“No! Uh, I mean, today is fine.”
“Okay! Does your brother want to join us?”
“Well…Romano! Do you want to spend the day with us?”
“No!” Romano shouted from the second floor,” I…can’t. I have to, um, go to Spain’s today. He, uh, needs help with renovating.”
Italy looked back over to Russia, terrified.
“Alright then…I just need to get my normal clothes on,” he said nervously.
"Okay then, I'll wait in the kitchen,” Russia said with a smile.
The taller nation ducked under the doorway to get into the house. After he got inside, Italy waited a few minutes before stiffly making his way back into the house.
. . . .
"Big Brother?" Belarus called through the large, run down house.
Walking down one of the hallways, she listened carefully to the sounds of the house for movement. When she turned the corner she heard a faint humming coming from the kitchen. Growing in excitement, she ran to the door and flung it open. But she only found Lithuania standing in the middle of the kitchen with a half peeled potato in his hands, staring back at her. She groaned in disappointment.
“H-hey there Belarus. It’s been a long time,” the man stuttered.
"Do you know where my brother is?” Belarus demanded.
“I haven’t seen him all day. I think he went out a little bit ago,” Lithuania reported,” Is that a new ribbon? It looks really nice on you.”
“I’ve had this ribbon for a year now.”
“Oh, well you still look very lovely. Say, do you want to, you know, go out some time to get some lunch or something?”
With that she stormed out the kitchen and out of the house.
. . . .
“So this is Venice. It’s really interesting,” Russia commented as he climbed off the ferry onto the dock.
Italy followed closely behind him, keeping his hands in his pockets. The walked onto the town and stopped near a shop.
“Well, what do we do now?” Russia asked.
“Um, well there are some really nice churches we can go visit,” Italy suggested nervously,” Then we could walk around and get something to eat.”
“That sounds fun! Let’s go.”
Russia reached out and placed his hand on Italy’s shoulder. The other shiver uncomfortable but made no effort to brush it off. They walked side by side slowly, gaining the attention from those around them. Italy wanted to hide his face but restrained himself from doing so in case the other got mad at him. Then, from the corner of his eye, he spotted a beautiful young woman walking in the other direction. He stopped walking and blew her a kiss.
“Ciao baby!” He called to her.
The girl blushed pink but continued on her way. Italy followed her with his eyes until he could no longer see her.
“What was that all about?” Russia asked.
Italy jumped, having forgotten who he was with.
“Um, well that’s what we do here when we see a pretty girl,” he tried to explain.
“Really? That’s sounds strange,” Russia said.
The taller nation looked around and spotted a brunette girl with her hair in braids handing out tour pamphlets.
“Hello,” he said sweetly, blowing her a kiss.
The girl looked at him strangely then turned away to answer a tourist’s question.
“Why did she act like that?” Russia asked,” I did the same thing you did.”
“Well, it sort of takes a little practice,” Italy said,” I’ve been flirting with girls since I was little.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, didn’t you flirt with girls when you were growing up?”
“The only women I could really talk to were my sisters.”
They continued onto their way in awkward silence. Then they came across a stand selling trinkets and Russia walked right over to that. Italy followed him closely.
“What are these things? I’ve been seeing them everywhere,” Russia said as he picked up one of the colorful masks on display.
“Those are the masks we wear for Carnival,” Italy explained.
“It’s a festival that we have before Ash Wednesday. We get to sing, dance, and drink for days on end. These masks are part of the tradition of Carnival; we even have a contest on who can make the most beautiful mask.”
“That sounds like fun. I think I heard of something similar in America.”
Russia then held the mask up to his face and looked at the other for approval. Italy couldn’t help but smile. He then picked up a mask and put it on. Russia nodded at him in approval.
“Hey, if you’re not going to buy anything then move it!” The stand owner shouted at the.
They put the masks back on the table and continued on their way.
“Well, that was fun,” Russia said.
“Yeah,” Italy replied happily.
. . . .
Storming down the dirt road, Belarus was about one minute away from a complete melt down. It was almost dinner time and she still didn’t find her brother. She steamed every time she took a step. Just before she screamed, she spotted two figures walking towards her. When they got closer, she recognized them as Estonia and Latvia. She then ran straight over to them, forcing them to stop in their tracks.
"Do you know where my brother is?” She demanded.
Estonia and Latvia looked at her in complete fear. After a few minutes of silence, Estonia pushed his glasses up and cleared his throat.
“I’m afraid we don’t really know where he is,” he said,” He did tell us where before he left but I can’t remember what he said.”
Belarus grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him closer.
“Where is he?” She growled.
“Please Bela, we can’t tell you,” Estonia begged.
"Where is he?!?" She screamed.
“He’s over at Italy’s house!” Latvia blurted out,” He called us a little earlier and told us to have a cab be sent to Venice to pick him up. Please put him down!”
“Venice?” Belarus asked, dropping Estonia on the ground,” Thank you!”
Before they could stop her, she sprinted down the road towards the nearest bus station.
“Why did you tell her? Now Russia is going to be furious!” Estonia shouted at the shorter man.
“I’m sorry! She was really scary!” Latvia whined.
. . . .
“Wow, this is really fun,” Russia praised.
The gondola that he and Italy were riding in slowly drifted back to the spot from where they came from. Their stone faced driver easily got up to the edge of the streets and stopped. Italy hopped out first then helped Russia get out.
“Do you ride these all the time?” Russia asked.
“Well I don’t really live here, it’s kind of expensive,” Italy admitted,” But I do like to go for a ride whenever I get here. What do you want to do now?”
“I’m getting a little hungry,” Russia said.
“Okay! I know a great place to eat.”
Without a second thought, Italy grabbed his hand and pulled him down an ally. They passed shop after shop until they made it to a pizzeria pressed up against the wall.
“These passages are a little cramped,” Russia commented.
“Yeah, but we learned how to get around,” Italy said.
As they entered, a waiter came right up to them and motioned them to a seat right by the window. They sat down immediately while the waiter set down two glasses and a bottle of sparkling water on the table.
“Are we having a good day today?” He said tiredly.
“Yes we are,” Russia replied cheerfully.
“Good, do you need menus?”
“No thank you. I’ll have the special,” Italy said.
“And you sir?”
“Um, I guess I’ll have the same thing,” Russia said shyly.
The waiter scribbled down the order on his note pad then left the table for the kitchen. Italy uncapped the water bottle and poured the contents into the glasses.
“Do you guys usually drink wine with dinner?” Russia asked as he picked up his glass of water.
“Ah, yes. But wine is a little expensive here,” Italy admitted.
After receiving his drink, Russia picked it up then raised it a little.
“Ypa,” he said with a smile.
“What?” Italy asked.
“It means ‘cheers’,” Russia explained.
“Oh. Okay, cheers.”
They clinked glasses then took a sip.
. . . .
Out on the Venetian streets, Belarus sped around anxiously. She popped in every store to look for her brother. The Italians around her gave her a strange look but mostly paid not mind to her. Growing weary, she leaned up against a tall bell tower to rest.
“This sucks, I’ll never find him at this rate,” She sighed.
Then a young man slide up next to her.
“Hello baby, are you lost?” He asked,” Do you need someone to show you around?”
“No,” Belarus said.
She punched him in the face before walking away from the bell tower. Walking down a random ally, she was about to give up when she spotted a flash of silver. She looked up and saw Russia’s face inside of a pizzeria.
“I finally found him!” She gasped,” And we can even eat together, how nice.”
She ran closer but stopped once she saw that there was someone sitting across from him. Instantly she recognized the man as Italy. Her face grew red in a jealous rage.
“How dare he steal my brother away from me?” She hissed,” I will have to teach him a lesson.”
. . . .
The waiter walked over to Russia and Italy’s table with two plates of pizza in each hand. He set them down easily in from of each country. The pizza itself was scattered with meat and vegetables.
“Enjoy,” he sighed before leaving them.
"Oh! It all looks so delicious, da?" Russia said.
"Yeah, and it tastes even better," Italy said.
Russia placed his napkin on his knee and prepared to cut up the pizza to eat. However, before he could do so, the front door to the pizzeria burst open and Belarus burst in. The other patrons jumped, moving away from him in fear.
“Belarus?” Russia asked in confusion.
The woman looked over to their table and charged towards them. Once she got there she grabbed Italy by the collar and lifted him up out of his seat.
"How dare you try to take my brother away from me?” She growled.
"Wah! Please don’t hurt me!” Italy cried.
“Bela! Put him down!” Russia begged.
Without another word, Belarus flung the small man across the room. Italy landed on a table where a couple sat. They and the other patrons in the restaurant ran out in fear. Belarus watched as he rolled off the table and under another one then huffed.
“That’s what you get for messing with me,” she boasted,” Now brother, let’s get out of-“
Before she could finish her sentence, Russia smashed his pizza plate over her head. She stood dazed for a minute then fell to the ground unconscious. Russia waited then walked across the room.
“Italy?” Russia called out,” Marco.”
“Pollo,” he heard Italy’s voice croak.
Russia went directly over to the table the voice came from and lifted up the table cloth. Italy said in the center of the table in the fetal position.
“Hey, are you okay?” Russia asked.
“I-is she gone?” Italy asked.
“No, but she’s sleeping now so she can’t harm us.”
The other country sighed in relief then crawled out from his hiding spot.
“I’m sorry about that comrade,” Russia apologized and his helped the other man to his feet,” How about I make it up with some gelato?”
“But, what about her?” Italy asked, pointing to Belarus on the floor.
“Hm. I have an idea.”
*A few days later*
A knock came on Lithuania's door late at night.
“I wonder who that can be,” he said out loud, putting down the book he was reading.
He walked over to the door and opened it to find the delivery standing on his front step. Behind him was a large box.
“Are you Lithuania?” He asked.
“Yes, I am,” Lithuania replied.
“Sign here please.”
Lithuania signed the piece of paper presented to him then the delivery man walked back over to his truck.
“I wonder what this could be?” He said to himself.
He pealed back the tape keeping the box together then opened the top. Inside, a bound and angry Belarus looked up at him. Her eyes burned in rage.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Lithuania screamed.