I walked in Austria's courtyard, ほうき in hand. Italy would be coming ホーム soon from visiting his brother, Romano, at Spain's house. I thought that might as well start cleaning, so Italy and I could go out to the park.
Austria followed me out, back erect. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at the ほうき in my hand.
"Why do あなた have a push broom? It is Italy's job after all!" he scoffed.
I frowned, "I just thought I could do Italy's chores so we could all have a relaxing 日 today."
He shook his head, "Don't be stupid! It is Italy's job to sweep, and yours to supervise. Do not confuse poor Italy...
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