Feliciano
is
lying on the couch in his livingroom, hands folded on his bare stomach as he stares absently up at the ceiling. There are soft tunes of classical music coming from the CD-player, but he's paying it little mind.
stares at him. He's never seen his brother so...calm, and pensive. Well not in a very long time, anyhow.
takes a minute before he becomes aware of the other's presence, his gaze flitting over to him as he stares back. There's a slight twitch to his mouth before he melodramatically says, "I think I'm going to die."
rolls his eyes, before going over to him. "Why are you going to die, fratello?"
Feliciano
has
discarded his shirt somewhere, though he's managed to keep his pants on. "Politics! Economy!" He whines, pressing his hands to his face. "Why can't it be easy for just a little while, Romano?" He peeks at_
him from between his fingers, adding in a mumble, "A long while would be gladly welcome, too, but I'll not ask God of more yet.."
rolls his eyes, moving to sit on the edge of the couch. "It is easy. Would you rather be at war? Or still a colony? I'm supposed to be the pessimist, quit stealing my job."
removes his hands from his face and drops his arms limply on the couch. "But we barely have a goverment like this!" He pouts, "And a clown as prime minister.. Dio mio. I don't want us to fall again, fratello.."
sighs. "The biggest moron as a prime minister...I know, fratello, I know." He pressed a kiss to Feliciano's cheek, albeit a slightly grumpy one. "We'll be fine, okay? We have friends, and treaties, and we_
_won't fall. Look at all the money Greece got for his debt, hm? It'll work out, we just have to...work to cover up for our dumb bosses..."
nods miserably in agreement, though there's a small smile on his face now. He leans up and loops his arms around his brother's shoulders, stealing a hug. "Sì, sì. Of course we'll manage..!"
scowls a little at the hug, but returns the embrace all the same. "Of course, idiota. We have each other, we'll be just fine."