((OK people, this is Romano we're talking about. There will be cursing. Don't like, don't read. It’s that easy. Don't complain about it because I did warn you. TWICE! Bold and Italic means it's part of the show.I'm gonna shut up now so you can read the fic~))
“Hurry the fuck up Prussia!”
“I'm coming hold on.” The albino huffed.
“Honestly, how does it take that long to go to the bathroom?” came the snappy reply.
“Just turn it on and shut up Romano.”
Romano glared at Prussia as he sat on the other end of the couch. A box of tissues had been placed on the coffee table in front of them earlier. The cranky Italian picked up the remote and flipped to the right channel. The screen lit up as the fancy red script appeared on the white background, a gentle piano theme playing.
“No, no, no! This is...not something you do on impulse. We have to think this through.” A woman with long red hair declared.
“It is all I have been thinking about.” A man with short neat blond hair, wearing a suit answered her.
“You're off-balance, Jack, because of the medication. Your judgment is just impaired.” Another man stated. He had black hair and was also in a business suit.
“So when I'm clean, when I'm sober, I'll be just fine with the fact that Stephanie's family has no idea how she died.” The blond replied.
“They know how she died. There was an autopsy.” The man with black hair stated calmly.
“That's not what I'm talking about.” The blond was getting frustrated.
“There's nothing you can do. You can't do anything. Calling them is not gonna make it easier for them.” The red headed girl said, trying to sooth the blond.
“What the hell is Phyllis even doing there? She hates them both.” Prussia questioned.
“I can, at very least, apologize.” The blond blonde man said, reaching for a phone.
“You didn't do anything you moron, she overdosed!” Prussia practically shouted at the screen.
“Shut up bastard, I can't hear them over your loud mouth!” Romano yelled at him then turned his attention back to the screen.
~Time skip of awesomeness and tomatoes~
The scene had changed to later that night. It was raining heavily as a car was driving down the road. The redhead from earlier was on her cell phone.
“I’m sorry Phyllis but the magazine is going belly up and there’s nothing we can do about it.” A male voice was heard, presumably on the other end of the phone.
“I don't care what it takes Nick, that hag isn't getting my business.” The woman said, clearly frustrated.
“Look there isn't anything you can do, just sell already before you lose everything.” The man, known as Nick, replied with a sigh.
“Just look at the numbers again. There has to be something we missed.” The woman said closing her eyes for a second.
That had been a bad idea. When she reopened her eyes there was a deer standing, frozen in the headlights in the middle of the road. With a gasp of surprise she swerved her car to the right, making her lose control of the vehicle, sending her crashing into a tree where she leaned, unconscious, on the steering wheel.
“Phyllis, what was that? Phyllis?! Phyllis!” The man’s voice became panicked as the screen zoomed in in the phone, now on the floor then faded to black, and the ending credits began rolling.
The two nations sat there a moment before each grabbed a handful of Kleenex and burst into tears, hugging each other.
“She was an unawesome bitch but Phyllis can't die. Not like that.”
“I know dammit” Romano sobbed into Prussia’s shoulder.
“Romano, I'm home~” a Spanish accented voice practically sang as the front door was opened. Romano quickly pushed the Prussian away as they both tried to make it look like they hadn't just been crying.
“Eh? Not that it isn’t good to see you but, what are you doing here Prussia?” A man with short, curly brown hair and green eyes asked as he walked in.
“Oh hey Spain, when did you get here? I just came over to uh… see if you had any beer.” Romano rolled his eyes at how bad the man was at lying. But of course Spain bought it and told Prussia he didn't have any. After that Prussia said goodbye, and left.
“I’m going to go take a siesta tomato bastard.” Romano said getting up from the couch he
had been sitting on and heading toward his room.
“Ok Roma, just be down in time for dinner. It’ll be ready in a few hours~” Spain, once again, practically sang.
‘How the hell is he so happy’ Romano thought as he muttered “Whatever.”
As soon as he got to his room Romano got out his phone and texted Prussia ‘Same time next week?’
Within a few seconds he got a reply. ‘Yup, but can we watch it at my place?’
‘No way in hell bastard!’
‘… Not awesome.’