Romano was awakened by a loud, insistent knocking on the door. He rolled over and yelled into his pillow, "Shut up and go away, you bastard!" Naturally, whoever was knocking continued to knock. Maybe his brother would answer? He dismissed that thought as soon as it came; North Italy could sleep through the apocalypse if he was tired enough. Romano sighed and went to see who was at the door.

Banging on the door was none other than the self-proclaimed "King of Northern Europe". The other four Nordics stood around him, Finland cheerful as he usually was, Sweden and Iceland looking as if they didn't exactly want to be there but were dragged along anyway, and Norway emotionless as always.

"Denmark, are you sure this is a good idea?" Iceland asked.

"Of course it is! This is going to be fun!" Denmark announced.

"You owe me coffee..." Norway stared at the Dane.

"Sure, Norge!" Denmark replied, leaning on the door as he paused in his knocking. As soon as he did, the door was flung open by an unhappy Italian. Denmark somehow twisted while falling and hit the ground at Romano's feet face-first.

"Che cazzo?!" Romano yelled. "What are you trying to do, kill me?!"

"Sorry, Romano!" Denmark shouted, scrambling up.

"What the hell do you want?" South Italy demanded.

"We're here for the sleepover!"

"What? We aren't having one!"

"Italy said we could!"

"I don't care! We are not having a fucking sleepover at 10:00 in the morning!" Romano slammed the door shut and stomped off to his brother's room. Italy, of course, was still sleeping. Romano sighed and proceeded to attempt to wake up his brother. First, he tried splashing water on him. Italy didn't even twitch. Then, he experimented with blasting an airhorn. The younger Italian rolled over, still sleeping. Annoyed, Romano wondered what he had to do to get Italy up.

Staring at his brother, he muttered, "Fratello, if you don't wake up, I will take away all of your tomatoes..."

North Italy woke up, flailing, and cried, "Not the tomatoes! Anything but the tomatoes!"

Romano complained, "Why are the Nordics at our door?"

Italy hesitated for a second, then remembered, "I told them we could have a sleepover today! They must've come early!"

"Why the fuck would you tell them that?!"

"Denmark said he would bring pasta!"

The older brother groaned, knowing that if Italy was promised pasta, he wouldn't be able to send the Nordics away, no matter how much he wanted to. He grudgingly returned to the front door to let them in and found himself staring into the faces of a Swede, a Finn, a Norwegian, an Icelander, and an extremely noticeable lack of a Dane. Surely he didn't just leave? Maybe he did... Please let him be gone! His hopes were shattered when Norway silently pointed, indicating the direction Denmark went. Romano's eyes widened in horror and he dashed off.

"What is this amazing thing?!" Denmark exclaimed. He was poking one of the Italian's precious tomato plants with a stick.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY TOMATOES, YOU BASTARD!" Romano screamed, diving between the Dane and the tomato plant.

"I thought tomatoes were red!"

"It's a tomato plant, idiota..."

As Denmark walked back to the others, Romano sank to the ground and plotted his revenge.

A/N: First chapter of my first multi-chapter fic, hope you like it! Let me know what you think please! Anyone want to try to guess what Romano's revenge is? I'd like to hear everyone's opinions and suggestions~ Of course, I have plans for this already, but if someone gives me an idea I like, it might make it in!~