Pairing/Characters: Fem!Romano and Fem!Veneziano, mentions of Fem!Spamano and Fem!GerIta
Rating: K+
Note: This is for the alphabet meme I've been doing. Ah shit last day of the year man. It's been a pretty excellent one! Thanks so much to everyone who has read my stuff this year you all are great :)

Romano was sitting in a meeting with her sister, their boss, and a few other politicians and people of importance (Romano hadn't actually been paying attention to who all was there). She was attempting to take at least half-decent notes, since Veneziano clearly was not, but she couldn't help but to zone out. Spain had kept her up all night, distracting jerk that she was, and she'd long since given up trying to conceal the yawns that just wouldn't stop. The woman across from her gave her a disapproving look, but she quickly looked away when Romano gave her a dirty look in return. The effect was ruined by yet another yawn, but it was still enough to dispel any other obvious glances in her direction. She'd had centuries to perfect her scowls, after all.

Somebody nudges at her side and she was about to tell whoever it was to fuck right off, until she realised it was just Veneziano. She pinched her arm instead.

Veneziano pouted and slipped a sloppily folded piece of paper over to Romano, who opened it, not even trying to conceal it, like Veneziano had.

Long night with Big Sister Spain?

Just like she could do nothing about yawning, Romano couldn't stop the warmth she felt flooding her cheeks. Fucking hell.

No, you moron. What kind of weird question is that?

She carelessly crumpled the note and tossed it into her sister's lap. She didn't expect a response, but a few minutes later the piece of paper, now folded neatly despite all the crinkles in it, was back in front of her.

It's not a stupid question! You two must have a lot of catching up to do since she's here visiting. I could hear you up talking all night long.

I don't believe you was Romano's hasty response. The note passing had to cease for a few moments when their boss asked Romano a question, but once everyone's attention was back on someone else, Romano noticed the paper was once again in her possession.

It's true. I couldn't hear everything you were saying and I fell asleep after awhile, but you sure seemed to agree with whatever it was Spain was telling you.

After reading the most recent note, Romano slowly looked over at the perverted devil that was her sister. She smiled innocently back at her, but Romano knew not to trust that. She did not trust it at all.

You and Spain can both go fuck yourselves.

Not what you were saying last night, Sorella.

Leave me alone. I'm trying to take notes here, unlike you.

Romano knew Veneziano wouldn't listen to her, and sure enough she started writing away on the note as soon as Romano passed it back to her.

Don't worry. I'm going to Germany's after the meeting, you'll be all alone with Spain xoxo

Because I totally want you being along with that bitch. Don't give me your damn xoxo shit.

XOXOXOXOXO

Veneziano. Stop.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Veneziano had filled up the rest of the sheet of paper with her Xs and Os, so Romano had no room to write a response. She probably wouldn't have continued the written conversation even if she could, though. The old clock in the room chimed five times, signalling the end of the meeting, and it wouldn't have made sense to keep writing notes when it was time to leave. Romano tore the note up, sprinkling it over Veneziano's head (as revenge, obviously, though Veneziano clearly didn't realise that since she just laughed and sprinkled some back on Romano).

"I'm making your favourite pasta for dinner," she muttered as she gathered up her things. "And you won't be there so you can't have any. I'm not saving any either."

"I'll live." Veneziano gave her another annoying smile and kissed her cheek. "Have fun with Spain!" she called as she left the meeting room. "Don't wait up for me!"

"Didn't plan on it." She didn't so much as spare a glance at anyone else as she left as well. She did, however, make a mental note to sit next to somebody else at the next meeting if Spain was still around.