"Romano, your painting looks ridiculous! Everyone knows that dogs don't have hands." Italy said to his brother cheerily. Romano had agreed to go to Italy's house for a little bonding session and they decided on painting for a little while.

"This is a self portrait you Idiota!" Romano said angrily as he chucked his painting at the ground.

"I'm sorry big brother, I just though you were drawing an adorable little puppy dog!" Italy said apologetically as he put the final stroke of paint of his own work of art. He had painted a perfect replica of the skyline of Rome. He had gotten all of the talent from Grandfather Rome, and Romano was sick of it. Just as Romano was about to storm off, Italy's phone rang.

"Ciao, who's this?" Romano said as he picked up the phone. It was France.

"Bonjour mon ami, it's France. Why are you answering your brother's phone?"

"None of your business, what do you want?" Romano asked bitterly.

"Mmm someone's got a little kick to them today. Spicy Italian, I love it! Anyway, do you and your little brother want to join me at the bar for drinks? My treat." France asked. France had always had a weird fetish for the Italian boys, and every time he invited them to go out he tried to seduce them, Italy never realized it though. He just thought France was a little flamboyant. Romano on the other hand, knew that France had his little fetish.

"I'll ask." Romano said bluntly as he set the phone down.

"Italy! France wants to know if we can go out with him tonight." Romano called out from the next room.

"Oui Oui Oui, I love that French guy, he's always so sweet!" Italy said with a smile as he set his canvas down to dry.

"He's in." Romano said as he picked the phone up.

"Parfait! I'll see you guys soon, I'm already here. England stood me up again, don't know what's going on with that one!" France said cheerily before hanging up the phone. Romano sighed and set the phone down before heading back into the living room.

"Let's head out, we don't want to leave that frog waiting." Romano said as he removed his painting apron. Italy removed his as well before getting the keys to his car. Romano practically smacked them out of his hand.

"There is no way in hell I'm letting you drive. You can barely see over the steering wheel!" Romano said as he got his keys out of pocket.

"You're only two inches taller than me!" Italy whined as he put his keys in his pocket.

"Those two inches could save a life." Romano responded sarcastically as he opened the door. They got in the car and drove for a while before arriving at the bar.

"Ah, my favorite duo, Italy and Romano!" France called out as the two entered the bar. He held his arms out to hug them but only Italy hugged back. Romano knew France's intentions and was not in the mood to be flirted with. As Italy pulled away, France grabbed his hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. Italy laughed, thinking that France was joking, but Romano felt like puking.

They both sat down at the bar with France in between them. They ordered their drinks and chatted for a little bit about the other countries.

"So you said England stood you up?" Romano asked to get the conversation going. He literally couldn't have cared less, but he didn't want France to start flirting again.

"Oh yeah, that stupid British man doesn't know what good he has until it's gone." France replied angrily.

"You two were- together?" Italy asked in surprise. He didn't know that England was attracted to men, especially France.

"Not exactly, I mean, I tried to get him to marry me once, but it didn't work out. He just got angry at me. He's always paying more attention to America. Stupid America, with his cute glasses and gorgeous blue ey- I MEAN, Stupid America with his stupid face and his stupid country. He's just stupid! How dare you take England away from me?" France pouted as he took a sip of his drink. Romano knew what he was doing. He was going to act like the innocent one and then try to seduce Italy.

"Hey France can we talk?" Romano asked as he grabbed France's wrist and dragged him towards the bathroom. Italy looked at them in confusion but let it go as he turned to talk to the bartender.

"What?" France asked, obviously annoyed.

"I swear to god if you pull that flirty shit on my brother I will skin you and hang you on my wall." Romano threatened.

"Oh loosen up. I'm just trying to have some fun. You're brother is just so innocent. It turns me on." France purred, trying to piss Romano off.

"You French bastard!" Romano said angrily before shoving France to the ground. Everyone in the bar looked over at them and Romano just scowled as he grabbed Italy by the arm and dragged him into the car.

First chapter and there's already been a fight.. Sassy bastards. Anywayyyyyy thank you so much for reading! Hope you enjoyed ❤️