"Oi Romano, I bought some stuff from the market! Can you put some things away for me?"
"Do it yourself, bastard..."
"R-Romano! Don't be so mean!"
"Meh..."
"C'mon my little Romanito, please~?"
"Don't call me that dumbass!"
"Buuu... Fine, I'll do it myself then~"
-LATER AFTER PUTTING AWAY GROCERIES AND STUFF-
"Hmm? I don't remember buying this jar of pickles..."
"Then take it back or something."
"Hm.. maybe I should keep it!"
"Well go ahead then."
"But I didn't really purchase it, so I should return it."
"Then take it back!"
"But I should keep it!"
"Then keep it!"
"I don't know, should I return it Romano?"
"I don't care! Do whatever the hell you want to do with it!"
"... I'll keep it!"
"Great..." Romano said sarcastically
Spain stayed silent, staring at the jar of pickles, wondering if he should take on or not.
"Oi Romano, should I eat one?"
"I. DON'T. FUCKING. CARE." Romano mumbled before soon falling back to sleep.
"Well, I guess it couldn't help to eat one..." Spain nommed on a pickle, suddenly feeling a bit weird. "O-Oi, Romano...?"
"What?"
"I don't think I want to eat this pickle..."
"Well don't eat it."
"B-But I already took a bite out of it!"
"Then eat the rest of it, don't waste food."
"Now I feel bad for taking a bite out of this pickle."
"...You're a dumbass."
"No I'm not! I just feel bad for the pickle."
"Whatever, I'm going back to napping."
"O-Okay..." Spain stared at the pickle, feeling bad for it. "I-I'm sorry for this. I promise I won't do it again."
"Are you talking to a pickle?"
"I'm sharing my feelings!" Spain gazed at the pickle once again, continueing where he left off. "I just want you to know that I'll preserve you for however long it takes! Anything to make it up to you!"
"Jackass..." Romano sighed.
OMAKE~
After Romano finally woke up, he went into the kitchen to check on Spain, who was staring at the pickle.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Spain didn't respond, still staring at the pickle in the jar.
"HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU, DUMBASS!" Spain recieved a punch in the side.
"R-Romano! I'm talking to my pickle... telepathically. You shouldn't disturb our conversation!"
Romano was speechless. Sure, Spain was weird and a bit of an airhead, but this was ridicculous!
"I don't even- Whatever." Romano walked back into the living room and saw Spain giggling as he was "speaking to his pickle friend".
"Ay Senor Pickle, tu eres bien loco verdad?" Spain giggled again. "Eh? Yo no estoy triste! Soy feliz! Soy feliz que le encontrara!"
"Speak English!" Romano exclaimed from the living room.
"But Romano, Senor Pickle only speaks Spanish!"
Romano walked up to Spain, who was crouched at the fridge and began kicking his side.
"STOP BEING WEIRD, YOU BASTARD!"
"Romano! Don't be so mean, especially not in front of Senor Pickle! You're making him sad!"
"Eh, que dijo, Senor Pickle? Ah, quire oír musica? Ah, un momento!" Spain ran to his room and came back with an acoustic guitar.
"What in the world are you gonna do with that?"
"I'm gonna play a song for Senor Pickle! He said he wanted to hear me sing, so I brought my guitar!"
Romano then kicked Spain in the side repeatedly.
"Romano, stop it! Senor Pickle doesn't want to see violence! He's very sensative!"
"..." Romano stood there grumbling, looking at Spain on his knees, for a freaking pickle for crying out loud!
"Now then, Senor Pickle..." he began to strum his guitar and sing, which made Romano roll his eyes.
"You're fucking crazy!" Romano ran into the guest room, since he and Spain shared a room. "...What the hell is wrong with me? I'm getting jealous of a pickle! A fucking pickle!" Romano could hear the Spaniard from the guest room and wrapped a pillow over hs head to clear out his voice. "Damn him, damn that pickle! Why the hell couldn't he have just devoured that thing already?" Suddenly, Romano had an idea, but he had to act fast...
Okay, I have no idea what I was on when I decided to write this xD I guess it just came to me while being bored in Advisory... (We barely do anything in that class anyway xD ) So please enjoy the crackyness, as there is more to come~