Ita sat down criss-cross apple sauce. He stared at the wall, imagining it was Romano coming home. When he came back to reality, he noticed that he was continuously punching the wall. He watched the red liquid thing roll down his arm. He watched it, mesmerized. Then he noticed that Germany was behind him. He gasped dramatically, turning around to face the REALLY FUCKING TALL GERMAN LIKE MY GOD WHY IS HE SO TALL. Ita quickly put his bleeding fist behind his back, attempting to hide it from Germany. Germany reached over, grabbing his arm forcefully and pulling it towards him. As Germany stared at Ita's fist, deciding how bad it was, Ita starting getting, like, really turned on. He casually slipped away from Germany.
"You're bleeding." Germany said, bluntly.
"It's fake."
"For what?"
"I got bored."
"Oh, so you just paint fake blood on yourself when you're bored?"
"Not all the time. Most of the time I mass-produce white flags. I thought you knew that!" Ita exclaimed, rolling his eyes. He tried to hide his wince as the pain flushed into his fist. Germany sighed, walking (the author totally didn't almost type wanking, but Germany was probably wanking tbh) off into another room. He came back like a minute later (Ita lost track of time) with some bandages. He began wrapping them around Ita's fist, tight enough that it would stop the bleeding but wouldn't stop the actual blood flow and then the blood turned into pasta sauce, like the fuck Ita are you becoming spaghetti? Well, you are what you eat... Ita pulled his hand away from Germany, getting really turned on but now is not the time to fuck the German now is the time to find and kill Romano SO THEN ITA cAN BECOME THE ONE AND ONLY GODFATHER. And of course Romano decides to strut in at that moment, looking all pleased with himself. Like Ita thought last FUCKING CHAPTER, HE PROBABLY WAS FUCKING SPAIN! Ita turned to his brother, grinning at him. It would be best to act like nothing was wrong. He knew he didn't have a chance to get Germany away quick enough. Yet.
Ita sat and listened as Romano drunkenly told stories. He was wasted af. Ita shifted his leg, concealing the gun he stole from Romano's room. He looked at everyone's faces, making sure that they weren't paying attention to his fuCKING LEG. Ita forced himself to smile and laugh and casually chat with the other two, concealing his real thoughts of killing Romano to become the Godfather. Soon, it came to be too much. He said he needed some fresh air (from being inside so fucking long like my god Ita go outside). Germany suggested going with him, but Ita just smiled and shook his head. He didn't want Germany overhearing him 'cause Ita was pretty sure he would start talking about his plans out loud. He tended to do that a lot, and people got mad at him for it. Ita knew he was a bad liar. But he still tried anyway.
