Werewolves: Monsters or Sexy

Romano had not seen his grandfather in so many years. Why was it now, when the old nation was close to his death did he return to his oldest grandchild? The little nation stared at the old man, Rome was spluttering blood cursing the child. "DEMON! YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU'RE BROTHER WOULD HAVE NEVER EVEN THOUGHT OF THIS!"

"What did I do?" Tears began to flow freely from little Southern Italy's eyes hazel eyes.

"YOU'RE THE REASON I'M DYING YOU MOSTERISTY!" The old man hissed, his body becoming dust starting as his feet. "I HATE YOU!"

The child merely whimpered. "YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE NERVE TO DENY IT! YOU MISERABLE LITTLE-!"
"Lovi! Lovi!"

                                        -///-

"Lovi! Wake up!" Spain poked the little Italian's soft cheek. "America wants us to go to his Halloween Party today!"

"Go away!" Romano rolled away from his former boss, burying his tanned tear-stained face in the pillow. "Why do you always wake me up so fucking early?!"

"But Lovi, it's already afternoon. And it's a holiday!" The Spaniard whined as he pounced on his younger companion. "Come on I got you a costume! It'll look so cute on you!"

Southern Italy groaned under his lover's weight, "You bastard. I swear to god if anything gets crushed I'll you!"

Spain whimpered lightly before getting off the older Italy brother. "I'm going to go get it!" The older nation scurried off to get the outfit (or as Lovino was convinced a torture device).

Lovino sat up, albeit reluctantly, the memory he had dreamed still burned into his skull. He remembered that day; it was the day when Rome had fallen. That was the day he and Feliciano had become officially became the personifications of the peninsula. Romano bashed the back of his head into bed the head board.

"Lovi~ Look~!" Spain padded back into the room, tearing the Italian from his thoughts. "It was the cutest little, most Romano-like costume I could find."

"What the fuck is that?!" Romano hissed loudly, his voice cracking. A monster, Spain had picked out a fucking out monster costume for him.

"It's a werewolf!" Antonio smiled brightly, "I thought it was very you!"

"HOW?!" Lovi fought the crack in his voice. Why did it have to be a monster?

"Because on the inside it's a cute little puppy. Plus it's very sexy." The Spaniard giggled that adorable goofy grin appearing on his tanned features, "Just like you."

"How the fuck am I like that?" the younger nation rubbed his temples.

"Because a werewolf is sexy just like you!" Spain pounced on the little unselecting Italian. They never made it to America's party.