You moaned as the sound of your cell phone went off. Grumbling about how stupid people can be and how impolite it was to call at 3 o'clock in the morning you stumbling around your room trying to find your phone.
"Who is it?" you asked completely out of it.
For a moment you didn't recognize the voice, but that accent you could defiantly place, "Italy? What on earth are you doing calling at three?"
"R-Romano and I need your hel-ahhhhhh!"
You heard a voice in the background, "Hang up the damn phone idiota!"
"B-but fratello, _________ can help us ah ah ah ah ah!!"
"Italy, are you alright?" you asked into the phone, "Italy? Italy?" Then the phone went dead. Groaning you put on your shoes and grabbed your car keys. "What has that idiot gotten himself into now?"
Tired out of your mind you made your way to Italy's house.
Thanking God that Italy had given you a spare you unlocked the door and walked into his house. There say the two Italy brothers fussing over…hair…
"Hair?" you asked on the brink of shouting, "You woke me up at 3 o'clock in the morning because of your hair?"
Italy started to cry, "P-Please bella it hurts!"
You were here you might as well help them. Getting on the bed you grabbed both their heads gently, "Hold still, it'll be over before you know it."
"No ________ don't touch th-ahhhhhh…" Romano let out a stifled moan as you laid a hand on his curl.
"Don't be such a baby Romano," you mumbled, completely absolved in the task of untangling the two curls.
"_-__________,mmmmmahhhhh,' Italy too let out a moan.
"Almost there," you mumbled. "There!" finally the two curls were separated. "What do these things do anyway?" as you asked the question you gave both curls a light tug.
Suddenly two arms wrapped around your waist, "You really shouldn't have done that _________," Italy cooed in your ear.
"You're going to have to take responsibility for what you did," Romano purred into the other ear biting down on it gently.
"What are you two talking about?" you asked letting out a yawn, their antics having no effect on you in the slightest. (You were too tired).
"You pulled on our curls ragazza…"
"Si now you have to-________?"
Yawning you laid down on their bed and went to sleep. "G'night boys," you grumbled.
Italy and Romano stared at you wide eyed, "S-she went to sleep?"