Romano fell off the bed and scrambled back up. "What the hell, you're not the small bastard my brother kissed." Romano yelled. Germany sighed and walked to his dresser and pulled out a outfit and walked to the bathroom. "Now where are you going?" Romano asked getting up. Germany slammed the door and locked it. "Hey potato bastard, did you hear me. What are you do..." Romano said when the door opened. Germany came out in Holy Rome's outfit and adjusting his hat. "What the." Romano gasped. "I know, I look ridicules but it's been awhile since I wore this." Germany explained. Romano backed up to the door and ran off. "Romano!" Germany screamed and ran after him. When they stopped, Germany almost ran out of breath "Rom..ano!" Germany called. Romano turned around and pointed at the place where they had stopped. Germany looked up and stepped back, it was the hospital. "I WANT YOU TO GO IN THERE AND TELL ITALY THE TRUTH, NOW!" Romano cried.
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Germany stepped back even more, shaking his head. "IF YOU WON'T, THEN I WILL!" Romano said grabbing Germany's hand. Romano dragged Germany in the building and called for a doctor. "Yes, how may I he.." The doctor began. "Take me to my brother!" Romano demanded. The doctor jumped and stuttered. "Wh..at is yo..ur bot..hers na..me, sir." The doctor stuttered. "Italy, I mean Feliciano Vargas." Romano said quickly. The doctor went to the computer and typed in Italy's name. "Ah here it is, right this way." The doctor said shaking. Germany covered his face as they walked down the hallway. "Here you go sirs. Is there anything else I can do." The doctor said politely. "No you can go away, bastard." Romano rudely said. Germany tried to apologize, but Romano dragged him into the room. Italy nearly jumped out the bed when Romano slammed the door. "Romano, you scared me. What are you doing here with Ger..." Italy said and saw Germany's outfit. "Italy, I can explain..." Germany began. Romano shoved Germany to the ground. "Tell Italy now Germany, tell him now!" Romano demanded. Germany looked at Italy and stood up. "Germany what is going on?" Italy asked. Germany blushed and walked toward Italy. "Italy. I'm so sorry, but do you remember Holy Rome?" Germany began. Italy nodded his head and stared in Germany's eyes. "Well, I know where he is." Germany replied. "Really, where is he?!" Italy asked. Germany spread his arms out wide and blushed brighter than a tomato. "He is right here!" Germany cried. Italy's eyes widen and his breathing got heavier. "Italy!" Germany screamed and ran to his bed.
