Italy and Russia Fanfic

Russia and Italy

"FRAAAAAANCE!!!" Italy yelled as he ran to his older brother. "ITA-?!" France turned around to have Italy to run head-first into His stomach. France fell to the floor and opened his eyes. "ITALY WHATS WRONG?!" He said angrily. "ITS RUSSIA HE KEEPS TRYING TO PULL OUT MY CURL!!!! HELP MEEEEEEE!!!!" France flared his nostrils. ' ugh stupid Russia.... I swear...' He thought to himself. He pushed Italy off of him and got up. " GO SORT THINGS OUT, NOW!!" France yelled. Italy flinched and stood up. he walked to where Russia was and talked to him.

" Stop moving...." Russia said as he tried to hold Italy in a soft hug while they were laying down together. " .... i think Germany's gonna be home soon...." Italy said, feeling Russia's arm accross his side. " He doesn't scare me." Russia replied, wrapping his legs around Italy's. " If he shows up,,, he will never take you away from me..." Russia said as he kissed Italy on the cheek gently.