- Translation by: spaceinvaderdud
- LJ Post
Romano: One sheep…over the fence.
Romano: Two sheep…over the fence.
*continues until 50 seconds in. He counts up to ten sheep.*
Italy: Ve?
Italy: You all right, big bro?
Romano: Your face is so damn annoying that I want to beat it up, damn it!
Italy: Ve!?
Italy: Vehehehe~.
Romano: What’s with that look on your face? You said you wanted me to count!
Italy: It’s just that I as I imagine the sheep jumping, they look like they might trip over when they land.
Romano: And I guess they look like that because of the way I count?
Italy: Umm…Umm…
Romano: Damn it! I do all this counting and I get treated like this!?
Romano: Doing all of this is really embarrassing for me, you know!?
Romano: I’m going to continue counting so you’d better fall asleep and you’re going to buy some gelato for me when you wake up!
Italy: O-Okay. Wait, don’t make any demands now!
*Resumes counting. Continues until 2:20. Counts up to 20 Sheep*
Italy: Wow! You’re amazing, big bro!
Italy: I’m starting to feel all sleepy-like now!
Romano: I take it that means I get 2 gelato for my counting?
Italy: I’ll buy you gelato after this!
Italy: Hehehe! Germany’s really good at counting sheep too!
Italy: When I heard about this method from him, I asked him to count for me-
Romano: Don’t talk about that potato-loving bastard!
Italy: Eeeek! I-I’m sorry!
Italy: Why do you get so angry when I mention him?
Italy: Germany’s a really nice guy!
Romano: I just can’t like that jerk.
Romano: He’s rough, he’s scary, and all muscular and brawny, he always has to find some hidden interpretations and not just take something at face value whenever he watches a movie, and he always has to add so much asparagus to his lunch and I just want to POW him in the kisser and send him flying to the Moon!
[T/N: I couldn’t understand that last part right there so I just made up something out of the parts I made out. >_> If anyone wants to set me straight on the last part, it would be much appreciated.]
Romano: *breathes heavily* He’s one terrible potato-eating bastard.
Italy: He may be all brawny and he is scary when he’s angry,
Italy: but he always comes to my rescue and he’s very reliable!
Romano: Hmph!
Italy: And Japan may be a bit strange, but he’s praised the artwork in my home, he doesn’t get angry easily, and he’s an overall nice gu-
Romano: That’s enough! Do you want to go to sleep or not?
Romano: Stop talking so much and lie down. I’m continuing.
Italy: O-Okay…
*Resumes counting. Continues until 4:25. Counts up to 30 Sheep*
Romano: *yawn*
Romano: Man, I’m already bored of counting sheep, damn it!
Romano: Why does it have to be sheep, anyways!? You can count something else and it’d still be okay, cazzo!
Italy: Oh, that’s a good question…
Italy: Hmm…Well, sheep are definitely fluffy, and soft, and they do feel good.
Italy: I think that the more sheep you count, the more you’ll be surrounded by their fluffy and soft wool, and then you’ll feel really relaxed and fall asleep.
Romano: I suddenly want to drive a quill pen straight into your face and see if ink comes out.
Romano: *sigh* I’m taking a small leak.
Italy: Hmm. It’s a shame I didn’t ask why it was sheep.
Romano: Shut up. I never liked hearing reasons anyways, idiot!
Romano: If you keep babbling on about this, the siesta will be over!
Romano: Sleep! SLEEEEEEEP!
*Resumes counting. Continues until 6:22. Counts up to 40 Sheep*
Italy: Hehehe~
Romano: My stupid little brother. You really have no idea how much trouble you’re causing me, you know?
Romano: Stupid, stupid. Stop making that weird face, stupid.
Italy: I can’t help it. We don’t really do things like this together, right?
Italy: I feel kind of happy now!
Romano: W-What’s gotten into you?
Romano: Anyways, we don’t do stuff like this because you keep getting friendly with those guys.
Romano: Especially that Germany guy. No matter how much you praise and compliment him, I’m never gonna accept him!
Italy: Come on, bro. You’re getting a whole lot of Germans visiting your home too, you know?
Italy: Try and be friendly to him!
Romano: Shut up… I’m already fed up with them coming here and sightseeing at my place.
Italy But… Oh…*yawn*
Romano: Look, you’re already starting to get sleepy now, so stop with the talking already.
Romano: I’m continuing. Here I go.
*Resumes counting. Continues until 8:40. Counts up to 50 Sheep*
Italy: *ve-snore*
Romano: He’s finally asleep…
Romano: Damn it. Why am I doing something this embarrassing…
Romano: Stupid…Stupid…
Italy: *ve-snore*
Romano: *sigh* And you just have to look tense while you’re sleeping, rotten brother.
Romano: I wonder how much I…
Italy: Oh…Big brother.
Romano: God damn it.
Romano: Well, I guess doing stuff like this is nice once in a while…
Romano: YEAH, LIKE HELL IT IS!
Romano: GOD DAMN YOU, SPOILED BROTHER! DAMN IT!