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Veneziano's Soup

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>Itacest With counter top action
>GermanyxFeliciano
>CRACK + ANGST = CRANGST
> Veneziano taking something that belongs to Romano because he was jealous.
> Complete but kinda long
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Veneziano's Soup

Veneziano was humming a tune, propped lazily in the kitchen bar stools and waiting for his pasta to boil. Cooking is his favorite chore. It's housework but it feels like the natural course of action for his body to do. It's like breathing. He doesn't need to check if it's aldente or not. He just knows. Throughout centuries of making pasta, he has developed a psychic knack to tell if it's OK or if it's Feli-pasta-perfect. After all, pasta is serious business and should not be taken lightly.

He glanced at the boiling pot and knows it's not yet perfect. It would be approximately 6 more minutes and 30 seconds before the pasta would reach his desired perfection. He knows! That's what the kitchen timer said and now it's 6 more minutes and 26 seconds. 25... 24...

If he has this psychic knack to tell his pasta is perfect then why the timer? Well to his defense, it was not his. The little tomato timer was Romano's. Veneziano only used it now because it was so cute and Romano probably wouldn't mind if he borrowed the timer that was kept under a box in his brother's bed and was probably given by Spain which Romano have probably never used before. Ve~ But maybe he shouldn't have looked in his brother's things and used it without permission. Well, whats done is done and Romano after being very mad and some false threats would forgive him anyways when he pouts and shows that he is really sorry.

Ve~ big brother is so nice! Maybe he should accidentally break it too because it's so cute?

DIINGGGGGGG! The sound of the other timer went off.

Oh! The sauce! The sauce is finished! How silly of him to forget! He turned off the stove and started stirring. Red tomato sauce on pasta is the best. It goes so well together. Red, chunky tomato sauce on white doughy pasta. It so resembles them brothers. Romano being the red, tomato sauce, covering him, who is the doughy pasta.

He glanced at the little tomato timer. 5 more minutes and 13 seconds, it showed. Not that he didn't know the pasta was not ready yet.(Still a few more seconds) It's just that pasta is serious business and even if he has this psychic ability to tell, you still need a cute timer to keep track of time. His thoughts can easily fly away and he might overcook the pasta. (uh-huh yeah right.)

Veneziano went to the stove and turned off the fire for the pasta anyway. Ve~ the pasta is already perfect! He doesn't really need a timer. It's just that it was so cute and he wants to use it first and turned the timer on to whatever time his wrist would allow in twisting the knob. The timer was still running and on 4 minutes and 39 seconds. 38... 37... 36... Aww It's so cute! It's such a shame that Lovino hides this. It isn't fair for brother Spain who gave it to him.

He drained the water of the pasta using a strainer and let it cool. He then checked the sauce. There are plenty of sauce you can make for pasta. It could be from white creamy sauces, Pesto, Bolognese to a mix of seafood, vegetables, variety of cheeses, some olive oil, flavorful herbs and rich spices. There is no end at the possibility you could make with pasta!  

The sauce makes the dish taste good but the pasta is undeniably the one that sates your hunger. No matter how good the sauce, if the pasta is too soggy or too hard, it's not good at all. Though alternatively, you can't eat just the sauce, not unless you make it into soup. Ve~ But SOUP is no good. PASTA is what he wants! All the poor people who can't make pasta settle for SOUP. Oh. the horror of making failed pasta is to eat SOUP!

He quickly remembers what France told him when he was young. "Ah ma petite, you should be thankful of what Austria feeds you because if you are not thankful, God will only give you 'Soupe au boeuf Anglais' and you will be very sorry you were hungry at all."

Thinking of the said soup made Veneziano shiver and feel very sad from the tip of his hair curl down to the soles of his designer shoes. He also became more determined to defend the reason why he borrowed his brother's timer. He was now flailing his hands in practiced distress. He needs two kitchen timers! A clock won't do, he can't figure out his cellphone's timer features AND HE DOES NOT WANT TO EAT SOUP! Goodness NO SOUP! Not the Sop we bip uglees!!! Whatever that is, it sounds horribly ugly!

Veneziano was now hungrier than ever. He needs to stop scaring himself! He will eat authentic home made pasta, perfectly made by him tonight and not soup. NOT SOUP! I'm sure Romano wont mind if he gets to eat first. He will eat with his brother again when he arrives and maybe before he and Germany goes out later but now, he gets to sample his masterpiece first. He took the pasta server and placed his dinner on a ceramic plate. He delicately twirled the server ever so slightly so the pasta would settle on his plate and not tangle. He then took the ladle and carefully added some red sauce with chunky tomato bits on top of the pasta. He got some Asiago cheese from his cheese arsenal and grated it on top of the sauce. For the last gourmet touch, he then snipped some parsley from a fresh plant and placed it on top to garnish the pasta. Perfetto!

He smiled at his dinner like a proud mother smiling at her children. Veneziano inhaled the combined savory smell of the herbs and the warm sauce and the cheese. It was an invitation lulling him like children singing in the church choir telling him to eat them up. He can feel the heat coming out of his dinner and the drool-worthy aroma filling his nostrils and the sing-song of the choir, chanting to be eaten and--

CUUTE~ CUUTE~ CUUTE~ CUUTE~ CUUTE~ CUUTE~

The timer loudly went off with a familiar recorded voice of a Spaniard with a sexy ass.(Yes, you can totally see it from the voice) The timer only stopped when a plate full of pasta fell on top of it from the hands of a very startled Northern Italian. When the echo of the loud "CLAAAANG!" of the plate and the last "CUUhhhhhtt.." *crackle* of the timer and the smell of the singing children shrieked to a halt and slid to the floor (yup, smell of the shrieking children) only then did Veneziano's head register what happened. His face went pale and as sad as Beatrice Cenci was supposed to be in Guido Reni's painting. *sigh* It looks like he lost a perfectly delectable serving of pasta tonight. Such a shame.

He was very quiet and serious. He cleaned up the spilled pasta and lamented the waste of such lovely tasting food. It was all wasted because of society's disapproval of eating food that fell on the floor. His floors are clean you know! He cleaned it last... last time. No, maybe Romano cleaned it! I don't think so... Maybe Spain cleaned it the last time he was here and cooked for them? Veneziano fidgets.

He picked up the ceramic, earthenware plate that housed his pasta in the brief time they knew each other. Ve~ good. The plate didn't have any crack nor did it got chipped even if it bounced off the-- even if it did a bad job in housing his pasta. Well, at least he picked his dinnerware well! Hahahah! Right...? It was hard and solid and sturdy. Ve~ Like Ludwig! Just how Italians like them! Real German craftsmanship of a plate! Strong, muscular, stiff, shy, intimidating, amnesiac, not-sweet, workaholic and someone who cannot even see he's acting like a porn star just to clue him in and get them together and resolve their sexual tension! Ve~...Ve~... hahah the plate! Silly me! He bought it because he knows both of them brothers are clumsy and it can handle a fall and can crush small objects that says "CUUTE~" uhh... which means the...

Veneziano was washing the dishes with squinted eyes and scrubbing the German made plate intently. He dared not look at what was supposed to be the tomato timer.

For as long as he remembered, which was not very long ago but as long as he can recall, he believed that if you don't know about it, not think about it or pretend you don't know anything about it well enough to fool yourself, then it will go away. "Ignorance is bliss." and " 'Tis folly to be wise." Well, this certainly is not working. He tried to forget about it, ignored it, talk around it, unappreciate the audible sunshine of a voice (whose owner has a nice ass. Yeah, you know already) that says 'CUUTE~'. Which only means that it was very wrong for the Northern half of Italy to be quoting an English poet because-- because mass amount of Britannica encyclopedias broodingly clumped together as if wondering why they aren't being read, still scares him. They're big, thick, old, bushy know-it-all--- tsunderes as Japan calls them. The books will explain it in harder, longer, more unknown words instead of telling you outright what you want to know. They will say 'No' but it means 'Yes'. They're kinda like Romano but a drunkard... kind... of a book.

....

Romano.

His timer.

Veneziano went into panic babble mode.

Ve~ Romano's TOMATO timer that was given by his boyfriend Spain that he took without permission because it was cute and he was kinda jealous because Romano was hiding it and Germany gives him nothing but at least Germany ties his shoelaces but still he's insensitive and he's tired of always hinting and then here comes Romano who dismisses Spain who only waits for Romano to say yes or readily pounce on him at any given time of the day just not on breakfast, lunch, siesta or dinner time Ve~ (gasp for air) But still Romano hides the gifts brother Spain gives him and then Germany is so shy and they will only meet later because he offered to go with Germany when he applies for a Library Card (at night?) and--- and It wasn't even a date and Romano will come back from Spain and the Library was supposed to be closed that's why he offered but he discovered that THEY WERE OPEN AT NIGHT and there are Britannica Encyclopedias there and its so dark and Ludwig will apply for a Library card tonight and willl borrow tons of books and he wont talk to me and I DON'T WANT GERMANY TO APPLY FOR A LIBRARY CARD!!!!! Ve~ Ve~ Ve~ Ve~ (panting Ve~)

*sigh*

"I'm so sorry fratello."

Veneziano has a guilt-ridden feeling of wanting to go to the nearest church and confess about the singing children in the choir that wants to be eaten, him being jealous of his brother's talking tomato, his frustrations on the thick German plate, his fear of British written references and anger for Library cards. Oh and he almost forgot! He wants to say sorry for the wasted food and that God may not give him only soup to eat. God may forgive him but his brother might not... not so easily as he always has before. This time, he's really guilty and Romano would know because they are one Italy and maybe when Romano is done with him, the only thing he might be able to digest is SOUP.

Sop we bip uglees.

But before that happens, Veneziano betrayed himself one guilt-filled bowl of pasta for the whole valid reason of having fuel to do the tedious task of saying sorry to his brother and to make the smell of the other singing pasta children stop enchanting his stomach.  And so Veneziano ate his pasta and covered the remains of the tomato timer with an upside down, clear, glass bowl.

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Now that Veneziano is full! He can think more rationally! He is reminded how tasty pasta is and if there is a way to avoid his big brother's wrath and not eat soup forever, he would do it!

Ve~ firstly, is it possible to avoid telling the incident to his brother by fixing the timer? He glanced on the clear bowl hiding the broken timer.

Not even Germany, who was an expert in making clocks (specially after WWI) can fix the thing. Its little metally insides are outside and--and the screen looks half OK because it has a large crack in the middle.

Nope, can't fix it.

Ve~ Then is it possible for him to buy an exact one and replace it? Since Romano have never used it before, he probably have never heard the record before! There is hope! The tomato timer must be common! It might be just everywhere! If he was lucky, it might be made in China and they are making lots and lots of its brothers and sister and shipping them by the many-loads to Europe, right NOW!!  Veneziano picked up the timer and studied it, checking to see where it was made.

DINNGG DONNGG!

Veneziano was startled and dropped the broken timer to the floor.

~Silence~

His eyes went wide.

"GAHHHHHHHHHHH ROMANO IS HERE! Ve~ Big brother!! GAHHHHH"

Veneziano was in panic mode flailing his hands as if drowning in an unseen ocean. His face was contorting to a horror filled face with his mouth forming a silent 'O' that would make Scream proud.

DINNGG DONNGG!

Oh wait... If this was Romano he would go straight in. This was their house after all and his brother wouldn't ever ring the door bell. Besides, the door isn't even locked.

"Ve~ LUUUDWIGG!!!" he screamed in excitement!

Veneziano made his best, happy, weenie Wednesday smile and opened the door.

"LUDWIG! HELLO! I'm so glad to see you!! How are you! Was your travel here okay? How was your day been? "

"Greetings, Feliciano. I see that you are well as ever. I am ok."

"Ve~ :3 Come in, come in! "

"Ah, err.. I think we should just go now to the library. I really don't want to come in and well your brother has warn--doesn't seem to like me here and it's best if we go now." Ludwig remembers the countless times he has been threatened by sharply dressed men in suits and the occasional threatening graffiti on his walls which doesn't look like Gilbert's longing for his fallen wall.

"Oh... but big brother isn't here yet. Hmm... he's supposed to be here earlier than you. His car isn't in the garage. Ve~"

Veneziano went to the table where his cellphone was and plan to call his brother but there was instead a text message from him.

"Oi, Something came up.
Eat dinner without me
but save me some..
I'll be late and don't let
strangers in the house.
Lock the doors.
Duck if you here gunshots
and close the lights.

-Romano"

In normal circumstances, he would be happy because it means he can have more time alone with Germany without his brother interfering but now, he has to prolong the guilt of the incident.

Ludwig on the other hand, reluctantly went in and closed the door behind him. He is wary that there might be some hiding mobsters in the hallway or someone watching them from the windows. He didn't know about the text message Veneziano received but he felt uneasy. Living with Prussia has it's perks and sharpened his senses. He knows something is wrong from the heavy atmosphere in the kitchen. He was walking toward the stove, looking warily around the windows and closed doors of the house when---

CRRRRrrrrAaaCK~!

Huh? What was that? Germany tried to lift his shoe to look at the little thing he stepped on when Veneziano screamed in alarm..

"VVVEEEEEEEEEEE~ LUDWIG! Don't move!"

He immediately stood still and all the military training and field artillery knowledge flooded his brain on automatic mode. He recalled the combat manuals and lessons and it replayed in his head. Once a landmine have been triggered there are a few options on which---LANDMINE? Why do the Italies have land mines in their house?

"Ve~ Ludwig YOU STEPPED ON IT!!! WAHHHHH What are we gonna do now? I forgot about it! I forgot! It's because you ding dong'd and I opened, then I was so happy and now big brother is gonna be really mad but at least he's not gonna be here yet but now you stepped on it and then the soup! Wahhhh."

"Italy! Calm down! What are you talking about? Why do you have landmines on your house? It is against the Ottawa treaty to keep, produce or manufacture landmines! We have signed a treaty for that! Who gave this to you? Feliks? Are these from your brother's friends? And what soup?"

Italy didn't understand all the things Ludwig said but he heard landmines. "Ve~... what landmines Germany? You're so silly!"

"Huh?"

"Ve~?"

...

"Italy. This isn't a landmine?"

"Of course not! We signed a treaty for that, Germany! hahah"

"Then why did you say don't move and you..." *sigh* + *face palm* Well that was a relief.

"But that's big brother's tomato timer and I broke it but you crushed it. Ve~"

"WHAT?" That sounds worse than a landmine. Him, breaking anything of Romano's is definitely worse. Ludwig can foresee a scenario where instead of only loosing his left leg from a land mine, he might lose his other limbs and be beaten by mobsters with a crowbar in an alley.

"I said that the thing you stepped on is a tomato timer that I broke but you crushed it and it belongs to Romano and he got it from brother Spain and I expect him to be very mad at me when I tell it to him."

Germany needed time to lock the military manual in his head and then register what Feliciano just babbled about because Veneziano + Military reminds him of the world wars and he does not want to be traumatized again by tomato box fairies, lost Herr sticks and white flags on reconnaissance missions.

"Ve~ Germany? Are you alright?"

Germany relaxed and picked up the little piece of thing he stepped on. "So this was your brother's?"

The Italian nodded

"And you broke it?"

The Italian nodded again.

"And he will be very mad at you when he arrives and I crushed... this?"

The Italian tilted his head, "Well he doesn't really need to know you crushed it but If we get another one and I bring it back where he was hiding it then he might not know and everything will be happy again!"

That answer made Ludwig do another face-palm "You took it without permission?"

"Ve~~~~~~ hmmmmmm... errrrrrrr....auuuuu ah"

"Stop practicing phonics, Veneziano. You should go and apologize to your brother when he arrives. Though as scary as what you think he might do to you, he wont harm you. (Germany hopes) It's your fault anyway and I think he has the right to be angry----within reason. But you still have to apologize."

"But, but, but... Ludwig :( "

"I think you brothers need to talk this out and I too will possibly apologize for the ruin of his-- whatever that little thing was but I have an appointment to go to."

"Ve~ Germany you're leaving me alone with a mad Romano? Nooo~ You can't! You agreed we will go to the library tonight!! And, and you will get a library card."

"Well yes, I already called on ahead and that's the meeting I have to attend to."

"But you must at least stay here until he comes back!"

"My presence here will only make him angrier and might chew you out more."

"VEEE~ You said he won't harm me!!"

"He probably wont if he doesn't know I came here."

"WHAT~ But Ludwig! You said you would always help me out when I'm in need!"

"Well you're the one who answered you would disappoint me every time so-- maybe... Well, this problem is between the Italies. It would be unfair if someone else is here to back you up and you're the one at fault."

"But you crushed it and made it look worse! You have to stay here with ME!"

Sigh~ "Italy, this problem is between brothers. When I got mad at Gilbert for inviting those Cancan girls inside my house and partying all night when I was visiting you, he didn't blame France, he didn't point the finger to anybody else. He stood right there in the door, welcomed me and claimed all the damage and idea was his and-- "

"LUDWIG!!! That's different! You're talking about PRUSSIA. You rarely visit here and I want to spend time with you and I am already sorry for what I have done and I will tell brother but don't leave!!"

"I really need to get my Library Card now Veneziano. It is not proper to be late on a scheduled meeting. And trust me your brother will not be happy to know I was here and crushed his little toy. "

"VE~ I will come with you to the library then and I will text Romano that we will--"

"You can't do that, you don't sound sorry at all. " Ludwig was already by the door and Italy was hanging on his left arm.

"But I already planned on what to say when I confess my sins tomorrow! I have it all on my mind listed! I will confess about the singing pasta children, the Ger-- plate, the tomato timer I broke and about the encyclopedias and library cah--
Please stay! "

Ludwig was more convinced that his friend has a little few more screws loose than he originally thought. "Veneziano, I will come back tomorrow, OK? Just resolve this problem between you brothers first. It is very important and should not be given second priority. Wait for Romano and think on what to say to him, not what to say the the priest tomorrow. I'm sorry. I'm going now."

Before Veneziano can utter more excuses to make Ludwig stay, his front door already closed. He can't believe Ludwig just closed the door on him. He was practically pleading and being dead weight on the German's arm to anchor him to the house. If Veneziano was a little sharp he would say that Ludwig was actually kinda scared. Scared of what? Ve~ If his cute pout is not working anymore then how is he supposed to say sorry to Romano?

He looked at the time, 7:34pm.  Great. No date with Germany tonight. Even the trip to the library would've been great. So what time is Romano supposed to be home so he can get this over with?

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At around 1:19 am, Veneziano heard Romano's car park in the garage and the door opening and closing. It's hard not to hear it from the brusque way of Romano's parking, to the loud BAM of the car door and another BAM for the garage door. His short tempered, scowling brother have arrived. Veneziano was in his room, trying to sleep but somehow something was tugging in his mind that kept him awake. The feeling was heavy, spiky and bittersweet. He wasn't himself tonight.

He went down the stairs, peeking first where his brother was. Ve~ Romano doesn't usually go home this late. Either he will go home early or not at all. He went down the stairs quietly and peeked at the kitchen. He's expecting his brother to be raiding the fridge for a midnight snack, heating some pasta up or munching on a tomato but he's not there. Somethings wrong. Veneziano's heart raced.

He instead smelled smoke. Cigarette smoke specifically and followed the smell. He found his brother smoking by the foyer window with his back to him. The room was illuminated only by the soft glow of the street lights outside. He walked towards where his brother was, a little worried.

"Ve~ Romano. You smoking this late at night." He whispered as if afraid of intruding in his brother's brooding time.

"And you're still awake. That's a surprise."

"You don't usually smoke. Are you alright?"

"You're the half of me. You tell me."

"Ve~ I think somethings wrong... Are you hungry? Want me to warm up the pasta?"

Romano placed the cigarette in his mouth, inhaled and puffed out the smoke with an audible sigh. "Thanks, but I don't think I can eat anything right now." He said, still looking outside the window.

"Ve~ brother... That's not good. What have you been up to?"

Romano glanced back at his younger brother for a second and smiled the smallest of smile. It was barely a twitch of the corner of his mouth but it seems Romano wasn't himself tonight. Veneziano thinks he didn't deserve that rare, sincere smile from his brother. Earlier this evening, he was guilty but not really sorry. Now. he's guilty and feeling very pathetic.

"I think I know what you've been up to brother. You know you're only hurting your economy if you continue to associate with them."

"Family is important Feli. They know it too. They know it so much they know how to use it against you."

"Ve~ What do you mean?"

Again, Romano glanced at him and just twitched the corner of his mouth as if happy to know his younger brother's ignorance.

Veneziano can't take it. The heavy atmosphere between them. The whispering in the darkly lit room. No! This isn't one of Spain's dramas! Romano's supposed to come home then he'll tell him that he broke his timer then he will be very mad at him, threaten him, shout at him then--then he will say sorry, Romano'll scowl and he will act more cute and Romano will forgive him verbally but not in truth and it will be back to normal again. That's how he saw it in his head. Not like this.

Veneziano came closer to his brother and hugged him tightly from the back. "Hey Romano, come on. What happened? You can tell me! How was Spain? Tell me. Say something. Shout at me or curse me but don't smile like that. It's creeping me out."

His brother winced at the tight hug. Romano was still feeling very spacey and distant. He needs a little more time to distance himself from what he had seen. Although, if he really wanted time to think he wouldn't have gone home. He knows his little bother of a brother would pester him but at least he knows he's safe.

"I didn't go to Spain. Who told you I was going to Spain? WHY would I fucking go to that bastard's house?"

"I thought you went to Spain and visited--"

"NO, I  did not!"

"Then where did you go?"

...

"I heard you had a visitor earlier tonight." He placed the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled.

"Ve~~ How did you know~?"

Romano puffed out the smoke. "I told you not to let any one in."

"You said not to let any STRANGERS in. Besides, Ludwig was already inside when I read your text message!" Veneziano leaned closer from the hug and grabbed his brother's cigarette and threw it outside the window.

Romano just looked back at him and got another cigarette from his pocket. He was about to light it when Veneziano's hand came again and made Romano drop the pack of cigarettes and his lighter to the floor.

"VEEEeee~ What happened? Why are you like this? It would've been better if you went to Spain and got us some tomatoes and came home all scowling but happy and and I would've felt justified for being jealous because Ludwig doesn't give me any gifts and that's why I took your tomato timer but I accidentally broke it and then Ludwig came but said I must apologize to you first and left me here and I was so very lonely, sad and guilty waiting for you and you're now here but you're smoking and all brooding and serious and mysterious and weird and not answering my questions and not hungry even if you told me to leave some food for you."

"..."

"Brother?" Veneziano broke off the one-sided hug and backed up a little to look at his brother. Romano turned away from the window and was scowling his usual face and wide eyed from what he just heard. The lack of lighting and shadows just made Romano's face more terrifying.

"FUCKER! YOU DID WHAT TO MY TOMATO TIMER?"

"VEEEE~~ I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'm SOOOO SORRRY! " He backed up while still looking at his brother's menacing face as Romano was going towards him.
(--Insert Romano raep face here--)

And so Veneziano tried to run and get away from his brother.  He should have went up to his room and lock the door but he ran to the kitchen instead. He soon found himself being slammed down the marble counter top and his brother's lips was onto his. The feeling of his brother on top of him was warm, nice and spiced up by the taste of nicotine and blood. Maybe the force of the kiss nipped his lips or something. He found himself hungrier and wanting more of the kiss. Their clothed bodies were rubbing with each other like two lonely sticks, igniting a candle into a full blown fire. The potential of extreme pleasure was there lingering in their libido.

It was a wonderful feeling of lust and love and unity where they just claim what they can of each other. The clothes became a nuisance and through passion, it was ripped and tugged and pulled to reveal the warm skin, thirsting contact and caress. The pleasure intensified, spreading through their body and the surge of the skin-tingling feeling of Italy being united lingered in their bodies as sweat drips from their skin.

In the dim kitchen, lighted by mere street lights from outside, Italy was reassuring their unity. The two were but a mass of skin and hands, pleasure and power of a nation sweating and working its way to complete unification. South Italy was in dire need to be reassured. He was feeling lost and needed his brother and his cheerful, upbeat economy. Veneziano was right. He had done too much with the Mafia and is now suffering the effects. But what can he do if they threaten to harm his little brother who is the heart of Italy. The culture, arts and remnants of their grandfather's glory was with him. What will Italy be if Veneziano is sick. Those thoughts were in Romano's mind as he pushed inside his brother for the last time and came in a flurry of stars and rainbows and scurrying rabbits inside his body. He heard his brother moan and call his name as the same rainbows and stars present itself to his younger brother. The two Italies found themselves on the kitchen floor like wasted, sweaty socks, discarded after an extreme exercise.

After some while of being limp and being unable to move, Romano rolled off his brother and Veneziano snuggled closer.

"Ve~ fra~te~llo~ so you forgive me?" Veneziano said in his lust filled after glow voice.

"Hnnn.. maybe." The little slut. So sex = forgiveness to him.

"Whaat!! but but..." Veneziano tried to sit up but he learned that he couldn't and winced at the pain.

"Will you just stay still for a whole minute and lay down here." Romano pulled his brother to a hug. Poor him, it must have hurt. He did it too soon and too hard.

Inside Romano's hug, Veneziano made himself comfortable and said, "Are we going to sleep on the floor big brother?"

"What's your problem. It's clean anyway, you always clean it."

"Ve~ I thought you're the one who cleans it."

The two Italies look at each other. Romano scratched his head, reluctantly got up. Took a paper towel and cleaned what he can clean of both the floor and themselves.  Romano saw the upside down bowl and what was inside of it. He saw the remains of his timer. He sighed and threw it into the trash bin. He then picked his brother up in a princess carry and settled both of them in the sofa. He's too tired and sleepy to carry the dead weight Veneziano up the stairs. The sofa would do.

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The next day or rather afternoon.
RIIIIIING--- RIIIINNGG---

"hrrrrmphhh hellooo?"

Veneziano is that you?

"vehhhhhh~ luhdwhig!! Hi!" Veneziano said in a morning voice of someone who just woke up but is happy to hear someone call.

"Did you just wake up? Did you apologize to your brother?" Germany said in caution.

"Yup, I said sorry and I think he forgave me already even if he didn't say anything."

"Oh, OK. I'm really sorry for leaving you yesterday it's just that-- "

"Ve~ It's all right Ludwig! Don't worry. I'm glad I apologized too."

"That's good. Ah... ermm to make up for yesterday, maybe... uhmm we should go ermm borrow a book together. I already have my library card you know."

"VE~~~ Are you saying we will go out? YES! I would like to borrow a book with you!" Veneziano tried to sit up in excitement but let out a loud hiss of pain instead. He would even borrow an encyclopedia today because he was so happy that Ludwig asked him out but his butt still hurt and it looks like he wont be going anywhere today.

"Veneziano... are you hurt?"

"Ve~ don't worry. I'm not that hurt. I will heal. I'm really, really sorry I wont be able to go with you today nor tomorrow but maybe on Sunday? I doubt that I can walk so soon. "

Ludwig was alarmed. Was Romano really capable of hurting his little brother to the point that he wont be able to walk for 3 days? "What did your brother do to you Veneziano! You should not let him hurt you like that! Do you want me to come and--"

"Oi, Oi! SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU POTATO BASTARD!  If you come, what the fucking hell would you do, huh? If you ever try to do what I did to my brother last night, I swear that you would be swimming with the fishes by the zero hundred hour!"

"Ah-- Romano." He can hear the complaining voice of Veneziano in the background getting further and can tell Romano was walking away from wherever his younger brother was.

"You little fucker, I know you came here yesterday AND I KNOW YOU CRUSHED MY TOMATO TIMER. One of my muffins saw you! DON'T DENY IT! Expect a visit in Frankfurt."

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

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That weekend, Veneziano and Ludwig just came out from the library. They both borrowed books but Ludwig didn't want to show his. Veneziano had borrowed a book on Italian Renaissance (just for fun) and one whole volume of Britannica Encyclopedia number 20 from the words Geomorphic - Immunity. Ludwig wasn't sure how the Italian borrowed it. He knows it was one of those reference that stays in the library and can't be borrowed but he can guess how charming his friend is and can easily persuade people.

On the way out, Italy was freely chatting on how happy he was to be able to borrow books with him, choosing books with him, sharing a pen with him or being with him in general. The Italian didn't know that the German he's with, is in a very important mission.

"--- and so I saw the other book where it had the pictures where it was supposed to be in--"

"Ah, Veneziano, are you hungry? Do you perhaps, want to eat?"

"VEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?! Are you asking me out to eat LUDWIG?" His eyes lit up in anticipation.

"Uhm, Yes. I suppose. *Cough* You see I have these gift certificates on---"

"Ve~ I LOVE TO! YES! I DO! I DO! I mean I am hungry! Let's eat!" He was so excited he didn't know what to say. Germany asking him to eat out, without him having to initiate it? This must be his lucky day!

Ludwig was a little worried and guilty--sort of but if it made Veneziano this happy then I guess it wasn't so bad. He received the gift certificates from a mysterious black envelope and had a few clips of blond hair. (he assumed that it was his) It had a little piece of paper with the words "Invite my brother out or you'll be the one we'll be inviting out-- to the docks." He instantly knew who it was from and was skeptical of the motive.

Veneziano was so happy, he was like, totally floating in air. They entered the restaurant and he immediately noticed that it was not an Italian restaurant. Well, whatever kind of restaurant this is, Ludwig invited him here! It's also free and they don't need to split the tab like they usually do! He let Germany talk to the waiter and order whatever. Although he preferred pasta but it's not the time to complain. He wore his best sappy Sunday smile and beamed it at his companion. Germany's HP went down by 10 and was momentarily blinded, unable to make his next move.

When the waiter came back, he served the house specialty:

English beef soup. (Soupe au boeuf Anglais)

"This is the soup for the day and for special guests, It is all you can eat."

"Thank you." Germany said being appreciative of the nice service. Romano couldn't be that bad. Maybe he just had extra gift certificates to an English restaurant.

"You're welcome sir. You're next meal will come when it is ready." The waiter said and went back to wherever waiters wait.

Veneziano was stricken, he doesn't know what to say. He was just there staring at the soup in front of him. SOUP. He blinked slowly as if trying to determine if this was reality. He didn't confess... He was bed ridden the whole day after the tomato timer incident and he forgot to confess... Brother France was right! But, but Germany brought him here... GERMANY BROUGHT HIM HERE! Ludwig might never invite him out ever again if, if he shows that he is picky and terrified of this soup. He might hurt Germany's feelings!

"Veneziano, are you all right? Why are you crying?"

" Ve~ no. *sniff* I'm just-- overwhelmed. *sniff*" He said as he was eating the soup. For the sake of love, he will eat this soup!


Fin.
This was supposed to be just a drabble but it all started on the soup and it went rolling from there. Also supposed to be an omake for my previous fic, Tomatoes, Tobacco and Women but it didn't work. So it became the way it is.

* the part where Feli was scared of Britannica encyclopedias came from a fic I read in the kink meme. Sort of become a head canon. I think it was the fic where they played during a world meeting. They had to go in pairs and be locked in a room with whomever they have sexual tensions with.

*I actually like soup.

*I'm sorry if they become out of character at times but this is them in my head.

* I apologize for any wrong grammar and wrong spellings cause I don't have a grammar checker.

* hope you enjoy reading.
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LailaBuscus's avatar
It took me three sitting to read this because I kept getting up,and falling down while laughing.
What a night.