The European Sick DayThe morning sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating the small bedroom. It slowly traveled across the room until hitting an Italian's closed eyelids.The European Sick Day in Short Stories More Like This
Romano groaned, annoyed with the sudden interruption of his slumber. He grimaced as he turned over to bury his face in the pillows. He pulled the bed sheets over his head in order to block out the sunlight. However, the chirping of birds and other morning noises that sounded from outside prevented the Italian from going back to sleep.
A few minutes later, he sat up in defeat. His dark brown hair stood out in all directions - his usual 'bedhead hair'. Romano's half-closed eyes slowly drifted to the digital clock on the night stand. It was 9:00 AM.
He gently nudged the sleeping figure next to him.
"Veneziano," he yawned, "Get up. We have to make breakfast."
The younger Italian groaned, tensing up at Romano's touch.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" the older brother hissed, gripping Veneziano's arm. "I told you to wake up, you bas
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The mighty Roman Empire looked down into sparkling emerald eyes.
"Is it lunchtime yet?" the child asked, his brown locks bouncing as he tilted his head.
Rome laughed heartily and knelt down next to his grandson. "But we just had breakfast! You'll have to wait until noon, okay?"
Spain giggled as his grandfather ruffled his hair. "Okay."
"Now why don't you go outside and play with your brother?" Rome suggested, standing up, "Grandpa has work to do."
The boy nodded and ran towards the back door. The sleeves of his large, white shirt trailed behind him as he dashed outside. The grass tickled his bare feet, which made him giggle again. He stopped running when he saw a familiar figure in the middle of the yard.
"Big brother!" Spain called, sauntering over to him. The blond turned his head towards the sound, and smiled when he recognized his younger brother.
"Bonjour!" France greeted, waving. Spain plopped down on the grass next to France. The blond smoothed out his blue rob