"Oi, tomato jerk." I said with a yawn, just only out of bed. Mio fratello had went to that Macho Potato's place about a couple days ago, so I stayed at Spain's for the time being. It was that lonely at home...
But continuing from when I greeted Spain, I was yet to know that I will soon have the worse experience of my life. He greeted back all cheery, which wasn't unusual. Yet.
"Hi Roma~"
"Yeah yeah, morning. What's for breakfast?"
He handed me a bowl of cereal, with a couple slices of tomato. Don't judge. It's delicious. And healthy.
"So, Roma. What will you be doing later?" he asked. By then I couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong. But I replied,"I don't know. Maybe a walk. Maybe a siesta." "Okay."
Once I finished eating my breakfast, I've just realised he was humming a tune. And it was damn creepy. And I mean that. It was all too familiar, I tell you. But thing is, I've never heard Spain singing or humming to that tune. I dared to ask what song it was.
"It's just something that got stuck in my head." he said, smiling at me. Look, I'm used to seeing that tomato jerk smiling, but this time it was unnerving. I quickly ran up to my old room, and shut myself in there. That's when the laughing started.
"Fusososososososo~ Someone's been a bad child~"
The way he laughed was not how he usually does it. It sounded more like Russia. Wait. Russia!?
Let's go to the other household!
I woke up early in the morning, although last night I took an all-nighter to complete whatever work Mr Russia had thrown at me.
I wore my uniform before leaving my room, then went down for breakfast. Usually Latvia would be down here already, but I saw Mr Russia instead.
It wasn't abnormal to see him look like he's some kind of happy-go-lucky kind of person, but something's telling me there's something wrong. I tested out by greeting him. "Good morning, Mr Russia." "Ah, good morning! I'm making breakfast with borscht soup! So can you wait?"
Wait a minute. Since when Mr Russia makes breakfast!? Usually it would be one of us making it for him!
Lithuania came down, and I knew he was behind me when he yawned. I used an arm to stop him from going in, and he asked,"What is it?" "Something isn't right." I replied,"Mr Russia's making breakfast for us."
"And the Boss will make it delicious!"
Now I know why... He had somehow switched personalities with Spain, since Spain is the only person (or country) that I know who calls himself the Boss.
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Oliver The Pirate's Note:
This was quite a challenge, actually. They both are pretty much always smiling here and there but Russia is just... *makes weird gestures* Yandere. I kept thinking of how Romano and Estonia would discover it.
But anyway, I updated during my exams! I woke up in the middle of the night, and couldn't sleep. So I decided to write this up!
Coming up:
1) Poland & ???
2) Germany & ???
3) Prussia & ???
Ciao and see you in the next one-shot!
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