It all started with an email about a world meeting.
Feliciano Vargas, (formally known as Italy Veneziano, Northern Italy, or just Italy for short) got an email one nice summer morning. He was in his home in the city of Vicenza in Veneto. It was a great spot for picturesque sights, a thriving community, and it had a rich history. Sitting at two stories, his home overlooked a great field of grass that danced beautifully with the warm Italian. It was an old home, definitely lived in for a while, but one could practically feel the love and homeliness seeping out of its walls. This wasn't his only home, however, like many of the nations Feliciano had to own multiple homes in multiple countries to make traveling or staying in areas for whatever diplomatic reasons a whole lot easier, but it sure was one of his and his brother's favorites.
"FUCK!" Feliciano looked up from his phone screen, fully expecting to see his brother come stomping down the hall into the kitchen where he currently was. When he saw nothing for a long moment he looked back down at his phone. As he reread the email he already felt tired at the amount of work this would be. "Do you see this pile of CRAPOLA they're sending us, Veneziano?!" In came an agitated and LOUD voice from just the other end of the room. There he was! Lovino Vargas, Feliciano's older brother by just a few years, came stomping in just as expected. He was more known as Italy Romano, Southern Italy, or Romano for short. He was short fused and sharp tongued and boy was he pissed the crap off right now.
He angrily tossed his phone on the table (thankfully it didn't slide off and shatter) and waved his hands and arms wildly. "Seriously! What do they want us to do! Wine and dine this assholes AND host a stupid fucking meeting! We never even do anything during those god forsaken meetings!! They're just way too much unnecessary work!" Feliciano watched as his brother shrieked out in anger, a worried smile on his face and his hands trying to desperately wave him down.
"Ah, per favore Lovi, you're going to make yourself angry-pass out again then when you wake up you'll just be even angrier and it'll just be another scary cycle of rage and unconsciousness!" Lovino stopped and glared at his brother. He was right and he hated that. The older of the two sighed and calmed down, breathing in deeply. "Everything will be fiiiine, Lovino. Sure we haven't done this in a while but we've done it before! We can reserve a restaurant for a couple of nights and give them passes for the museums! We don't have to actually do anything with them!"
"Oh thank Cristo, I always forget about that." Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Lovino sighed in relief and dropped the subject almost immediately. He turned to the kitchen seeing that Feliciano had began bringing out paints and papers. "What're you doing in here anyway? It's nine in the morning."
"Ah, well I wanted to go out and do some landscape painting but I guess now I get to start working for our meeting..." Feliciano sighed, all his energy already gone at the mere thought of work. "Ve... Lovi, could you please maybe help me with the preparations?" His brother quirked an eyebrow and looked Feliciano over.
"Why the crap are you going to do something like this now? The meeting's not until next month, coglione."
"Ah, well Ludwig says it's important to stay on top of your duties! If I finish this now then I won't have to worry about it anymore until our meeting!" Lovino rolled his eyes so hard it's a miracle they didn't roll back into his head. Walking past his brother and into the kitchen, he opened up the fridge and peered in before responding.
"You're hanging out with the potato sucking bastard so much you're starting to sound like him. Seriously, it's a mood killer Feli." He shut the door and leaned against the appliance, crossing his arms. "But we are all out of food that looks desirable to me so I will do you the kind favor of going down to a couple of museums in the city and setting up our passes, eh? As long as I get to take the car and you cook today. And everything else too if you finish this hell job."
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