To my dear friend and lovely RP-er (Even if you complain a lot about the silly shit I do xD), this is for you. Also, this is what happens when you leave to friggin' MEXICO for a whole week and we can't RP. I blame you.

My grammar and spelling sucks. Personally, fragments and run on sentences are things I'm just not good at catching, so don't point them out unless it's really bad (For example: I went their to get you're foods.)

Also, the song Bad Hamburger sung by Alfred is stuck in my head and making me dance a little (I love his little "Durufuu!" It's so adorable xD)

Today was a great day. The sun had only risen a couple of hours ago, and the birds were chirping excitedly. A cozy looking house sat at the corner of a quiet little neighborhood, curtains open wide for the sun to invade. Inside the house, though there seemed to be no movement. Who would still be asleep at nine in the morning on a Saturday like this?

Riiiing. Riiing. Riiiiiiiing.

"What? What do you want?" Romano spat into his cell phone after being pulled from his peaceful dreams about pasta and beating up that snotty German man.

"Romano! Good morning!" Romano's sweet brother, Veneziano, called out a bit too loudly over the phone.

"Idiot Veneziano, why are you calling me so early in the morning?" Romano questioned, pulling the blankets over his head, but keeping the phone against his ear as he lay down.

"Ve~ You're still asleep? Ah, but, but Romano! I have good news!" Veneziano began, getting his lazy brother's attention, "Well, I assume you still don't have a job, right? So, I contacted some people I know and I convinced someone to let you work!"

"What?" Romano groaned, sitting upright once again and looking at his knees as he talked to his brother, playing with the blanket, "Are you serious?"

"Ve~ Why wouldn't I be? Anyway, I want you to seriously work this time. I know you need the money, and you can't… uh… you can't… Ludwig what can't he do anymore?" The clueless Italian questioned his housemate who had been listening to his side of the conversation. Romano rolled his eyes, wishing he could just punch that German hot-head once in the jaw. He could barely hear Ludwig instruct Veneziano of what to say to his brother.

"Ah, you can't keep borrowing money! Since I'm not too rich either, and neither is Ludwig." Veneziano finished, sounded proud of himself.

"Well, what type of job is it, then?" Romano asked, sitting on the edge of his twin bed, clad only in his sleeping shorts. He usually slept naked, but tonight was particularly cold, so he decided to slip on some shorts to keep warm. It barely made a difference, though.

"It's really simple, I promise. I'm sure you can even do it after some practice!" Veneziano babbled, making Romano smile, "Oh, but, it's just a cleaning job. You'll be a house maid for some guy. He's Spanish I think, ve~"

"Spanish? What does he look like?" Romano asked, vaguely interested and getting to his feet, moving to the living room and reclining on his torn-up, deep red coloured loveseat.

"Hmm, he has curly brown hair, but not too curly. Kind of like pasta, if pasta were brown, ve~. But pasta isn't brown, it's more tan than brown, right? Ludwig, Ludwig, is pasta brown, or tan?" The Italian trailed off, his voice moving away from the phone. Ludwig was barely heard once more, and Romano could tell they were debating the colour.

"Ludwig says it's wheat, but I thought wheat was a food, not a colour." Veneziano complained to Romano.

"Well, that just proves how stupid that German is! Anyway, I guess I'll take the job, but I doubt I'll be working for long. You know I can't clean." Romano sighed out, playing with his hair.

"Ve~ I think you'll be fine! Anyway, I texted you the information. He wants you to start work tomorrow, okay? I have to go now, Romano. I'll talk to you later, ciao!" Veneziano finished, hanging up afterwards. Just as Romano closed his phone, it shook violently with a new message. The Italian flipped it over, looking at the address and writing it down on his hand. He closed his eyes then, still laying on his rose-coloured couch.

"Since it's my last day without work, I'll spend it sleeping." Thought the lazy Italian, getting comfortable on his couch. The rest of the Saturday was spent in this house without a care, sleeping most of the time, and only waking up to eat some fruit or vegetables.

PIZZA IS NOT A VEGETABLE. So obviously he didn't have any of that.