Italy stared hard at the book in front of him. All the words were blurry. "Fratello!" He yelled, already having tears in his eyes from being worried. "What?" Romano glared angerily. "T-The words are all blurry! I-I cant read them!" Tears started streaming the younger italian's eyes, rolling down his cheeks. Romano sighed irritated, and looked at the book. "The words aren't blurry at all! What are you talking about?!" Romano was seriously going to explode wth anger. Why could his stupid brother call the Potato ******* instead?! "T-They're blurry!" Italia tried convincing Romano anyway. "Leave me alone, Idiot!" Romano stormed from the room. Italy rubbed at his hazel-colored eyesm trying to get the tears to leave. "B-but I wasn't lying...." He mumbled, looking down still at the book.
That's when he called Germany.
"Doitsu! Doitsu!" was all Germany heard on the other end of the phone. The german pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mein Gott, Italia! What is it?" The German was horriably busy