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Watching to see if Romano would stop cussing was what Canada was forced to do. "Quell'idiota di America (That idiot America)," shouted South Italy. "America's lazy culo (ass) is probably on the couch eating a burger."
"I'm sure my brother is not that irresponsible," said a soft spoken Canada as Romano and he climbed higher in order to avoid getting wet from the rising water level. "He knows that his pool is broken so I'm sure that he is getting help."
"Who builds a pool over the basement," screamed Romano when he and Canada reached the highest point that they could climb.
"Don't worry whale," Romano and Canada heard America scream from above. "I'll put even more water into this pool and keep you alive because I'm the hero."
"That bastardo (bastard) sounds like he doesn't know that he has us lock in currently flooding basement." Shouted Romano angrily as he panicked.
Canada quickly presses his lips reassuringly onto the southern Italy's lips. "At lease we still have each other," Canada spoke both lovingly and calmingly. Canada held the South Italy's face. "I love you."
"This will be a date I will always remember," said Romano as he stares into Canada's eyes. "Your the best boyfriend a nation could ask for," Romano pulled Canada into a gentle kiss as the water level finally reaches their feet. Ti amo (I love you).