Romano really didn't like Italy all that much. So what could be worse than having him over for a visit? Having two Italies over for a visit, of course! His 'idiot brother' had insisted on bringing his friend as well. It was easy to see why he liked her. The woman was just like him, minus the pasta obsession.
Romano had sent his little brother upstairs to ask their guest what she would like for dinner, after Italy had suggested they eat pasta for the sixth night in a row. Not that he minded pasta of course. And he certainly didn't mind what she thought! He just felt that a change would be good. Yeah...that was it.
Speaking of which, Italy was taking an awfully long time to ask a simple question. There were two obvious explanations for this. The more probable of the two being that Italy simply forgot. You know, after getting distracted by a tear in the wallpaper or something. The other one, not as likely, but still possible, was that she started talking about something else, and BOTH of them got distracted.
It looked like he would have to do this himself. Muttering curses, he stomped up the stairs. The guest bedroom was at the end of the corridor. He knocked twice, and opened the door, not bothering to listen for permission.
Hah. Just as he suspected. The two of them were sitting on the window seat, he watching her paint. She had talent, no doubt about that. Any fool could see that from her delicate brush strokes and elegant lines...
However, Romano wasn't in the mood for art appreciation at the moment. He walked over to Italy's turned back, and swiftly tapped him on the shoulder; all while arranging his "Oh, now you've done it..." face. Italy turned with his usual smile. It faded when he saw his older brother's face, and he remembered why he was there in the first place.
He suddenly shot up, and turned to the woman who was still obliviously painting. "_-___!!"
She never moved her eyes from the canvas. "Yes?"
Italy glanced at Romano nervously before replying. "W-what would you like for dinner?"
"Food." She didn't seem to have noticed Romano.
Romano gave her a 'what-the-crapola' look behind her back. "What kind of food, idiota!"
She lazily put her palette down; and turned to look at him, a dreamy look on her face. "Oh...I'll have to...think about that..." She said slowly, her gaze going upwards, and she went into deep thought. Romano just stared at her incredulously.
"Ok... So, what do you want?"
"Oi! Didn't you hear me?!"
"Fratello, she's thinking!"
"It can't take THAT long!" Romano insisted. He started trying again.
Oh, poor deluded Romano!