"A Nightmare In Disguise"

"Life Couldn't Get Any Better"

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On a not so particularly special morning in America, a cute Italian by the name of Feliciano Vargas wakes up to head to a meeting, but this isn't any normal meeting for any normal persons. It's a meeting for the world's nation's. From China to...what is that place called again? Oh right, Canada.

But anyway, the meeting is happening at America's place this time. So rather unfortunately he wasn't able to sleep in. Well he could but he didn't want to be left behind to find where the meeting is on his own. 

Pulling the covers off of him he steps out of bed, slowly but surely making his way to the hotel rooms bathroom to take a quick shower.

Once inside he closes the door but doesn't lock it, there isn't really a need to anyway once you really think about it. Besides I wouldn't mind if Germany walked in! I forgot where the meeting is anyway. 

Sliding the already unbuttoned white dress shirt off of his shoulders, and turning the knob of the shower till it was at a decent temperature. He steps inside quickly losing track of time as he begins singing as he starts lathering soap into his reddish brown hair.

Back in the other room a much grumpier Italian is starting to wake up."Ugh...I fucking hate mornings." Lazily rolling out of bed Italy Romano, or Lovino Vargas depending on what you call him starts his own morning routine. In which the first step is to go back to bed.

Or at least he would've liked to, but a phone call in the other room prevents him from doing so."I swear to the lord above us, if it's that damn Spaniard calling again, I will fucking kill myself! Maybe I'll get five minutes of peace for once in my fucking life!" Stomping over to the cellphone laying on the table in the corner of the room he answers the call, holding the phone to his ear as his foot taps away in irritation.

"Hey dude, is your refrigerator running?!" The energetic, and highly annoying voice of Alfred fucking Jones filters through the speakers making Lovino's eye twitch in irritation as he hangs up without a word.

"Aye Lovi you don't have to kill yourself now~" Feliciano walks in with a fluffy white hotel towel over his head, and a soft and teasing smile at his brother."I'm glad about that~" Walking up to the irritated Italian he hugs him from behind giving him an affectionate nuzzle.
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"You're glad about everything you dumbass." Trying to push his brother's head away to stop his annoying nuzzles, he only manages to make the towel slip off the slightly taller man child's head. Which causes a childish pout to appear on the younger  brother's face.

"Loviiiii, that was meannnn." Releasing him from the hug Feliciano tries to fix his hair which had stuck up all over the place from friction the towel caused."Now my hairs all messy, I was trying to look professional for once!" After smoothing down the reddish brown locks his gravity defying curl stands out much more.

"I'm so sorry, but  having the neatest hair in the whole damn world couldn't make you look professional." Snorting Lovino ruffles his brother hair to make his hair all messy again on purpose."Besides, you have more of a cute look about you. Play to your strengths."

"Well so does fratello, but fratello doesn't play to his strengths either." Giggling lightly Feliciano sends another teasing glance at his brother."How hypocritical~"

Blushing a tiny bit his brother quickly fires back."Well you aren't fucking perfect either! And stop using large words, we have to act stupid for the meeting remember?"

"Oh right!" 

"...Idiot. You are stupid, no acting is required on your part."

"And that concludes this disaster we call a meeting." Britain dismisses everyone with an exhausted expression, and a "get the fuck out or else" air about him.

Feliciano stands from his seat next next to his brother at the big table, and stretches his arms over his head with an adorable kitten like yawn until he hears multiple things pop, his shirt rides up a little at this as it comes untucked."Stop showcasing yourself you idiot, get your shit together we're leaving."

Romano sends a hard stare towards his brother and gestures towards the various doodles the younger brother had drawn during the long chaotic meeting."Hurry up before the tomato bastard decides to pay a visit!"

"Yes sir!" Feliciano answers brightly with a mock salute towards his brother."And what do you mean "showcasing myself"?" He asks cocking his head giving his brother a weird look. 

With an annoyed sigh Lovino dismisses the question."Nothing, just forget it. Also...Hurry the fuck up!"

With a little jump from his brother's sudden increase in volume, Feliciano hurriedly scoops up the papers into his arms, smiling sadly at a drawing of a little boy with blonde hair and the bluest of eyes he had drawn. 

Lovino was already halfway across the room."Come on, Veneziano!" 

"Sorry Lovi! Wait for me!" With a yelp Feliciano runs over to his brother being careful not to drop the drawings he had so carefully doodled, as opposed to actually paying attention to his surroundings, like now as he trips over a fold in the rug causing him to come crashing to the floor along with all his drawings.

"Shoot! That hurt." Starting to tear up Feliciano jumps as a large hand is placed on his shoulder."You really should me more careful Italy." With an exasperated sigh Ludwig scolds the clumsy Italian."One of these days you're going to get hurt much worse than a bruised knee." 

"But Germany! A bruised knee still hurts!" Picking up his drawings one by one and putting them in a stack Germany hands them back to Feliciano."I know that, it's just not very critical you dummkopf."

Completely ignoring him Feliciano holds out his arms in a "Please pick me up" fashion, his eyes still teary as he sniffles."Germany~"

Rolling his eyes at the little Italians display, the German bends down to pick him up, placing on his back."There, are you happy now?" Feliciano nods a wide smile forming as he pats Ludwig's head."Si! Si! Can we go to the park with Japan now?"

"What?! We never agreed to that!"

"But Germanyyyyyy"

Sure enough the axis ended up at the park, where they found Romano hiding from Spain near the swings, so with some minor arguments from Lovino, and Ludwig. They all ended up setting down for a nap in a lovely field of flowers that Feliciano had stumbled upon. 
Too bad it's the last time Feliciano would ever fall asleep so carefree.