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As Romano stood on the balcony of his hotel room, he sighed. It was a beautiful night, although it was cold outside. He admired the view of London from his balcony, even though he would never admit to thinking such thoughts. "Why does that tomato bastard have to be so stupid?" he asked himself. He took a bite of the tomato in his hand. Sighing again, Romano entered his room, collapsing on the bed. After finishing his tomato, he began to undress so he could go to bed. Spain had told him earlier that he was going drinking with France and Prussia, but what surprised him was that America, England, Germany, and (who was he again? Oh yeah) Canada were joining them. Lovino was began to get teary eyed, so he decided to go to sleep. Climbing into his bed, he stared out his window.

As he put his head on the pillow, he began to think about his day.

It began as a normal day, waking up in his hotel room with slight pressure on his chest. As he opened his eyes, he noticed a certain Spaniard sleeping next to him. Lovino suddenly sat up, waking the previously sleeping man.

"Buenos Dias Lovi~" Antonio said, yawning loudly.

"Bastard! What the hell are you doing in my bed? And don't call me Lovi!" the Italian replied, with reddening face.

"Awwww Lovi~ you look just like un tomate, and by the way, this is my bed." Spain happily said, with a large grin on his face.

"What?" Romano said with an even redder face, which only proved that he did look like a tomato.

"Anyway, we should get ready for the meeting. Germany will yell at us again if we're late." the Spaniard pouted. He then left the warmth of his bed, and went to the closet to take out his clothes for the meeting. He then threw his "tomato" his own clothing, for they shared a hotel room.

"Remind me again why I'm sharing a hotel room with you, tomato bastard." Lovino said, unhappily taking his clothes, beginning to dress himself.

"Well," Spain began, "Feli wanted to share a hotel room with Germany, and who can resist Feliciano's cuteness?" Romano then rolled his eyes, unhappy that Spain obviously preferred his fratello to him.

"Whatever bastardo." Romano said, getting up from the bed, fully clothed, going over to their bathroom. After brushing his teeth he re-entered his room, only to see Antonio having trouble putting his tie on.

"Let me do it, stupid." the Italian said, fixing Spain's tie. He was secretly happy to do this, and he hoped Antonio would never find out how much Lovino actually enjoyed his presence.

"Gracias, Lovi." Spain said with another beautiful smile. It was smiles like these that made the little italian smile as well, but he stubbornly refused to do so.

After they were both dressed and the spaniard brushed his teeth, the pair went to another world meeting, hoping something could actually be accomplished this time.

Lovino and Antonio arrived at the conference room, taking their seats. America was yelling about nonsense, France was trying to molest a very unhappy England, Russia and Belarus were looking creepy, China was trying to sell everyone snacks, Switzerland was glaring at everyone who came within five meters of his sister, and Greece was sleeping. Everything was normal. After about thirty minutes of this, Germany stood up very angrily.

"Everybody, quiet down" Ludwig announced very loudly. "We are here for a meeting, not socializing. Today's meeting is about global warming. Everyone who would like to make a speech has eight minutes to do so, and there will not be even one whisper going over that time limit. The meeting will be adjourned at five thirty, to make up for the thirty minutes wasted doing nothing! Who would like to speak first?"

As usual, Italy's hand shot up, along with America's. All the other nations knew what both of them wanted to say. Nearly everyone in the room looked at the clock. Twelve thirty. It was going to be a long meeting.

Everything in the meeting was going smoothly, until around three o'clock. It was time for the country of France to make his speech. Germany inwardly groaned. He anticipated what he almost knew was going to happen. France's speech began with a well thought out plan. Then England objected the plan. America took England's side, while Prussia and Spain both voiced their agreements with France. All hell broke loose. The countries were all taking sides, even if they didn't care. Only a few countries like Switzerland and Liechtenstein did not participate.

Eventually, it became an all-out brawl between the nations. They were going for old enemies, looking for others who they had bottled up grudges against. Realizing this was getting out of hand, Prussia had a moment of maturity and tried to end it. Even though he failed epically, he decided to get whats his name drunk. Very, very drunk.

Out of no where, that country took out a large, metal hockey stick and began to hit people with it. After knocking out England and France, he went for America. America pulled out a baseball bat, and after a long fight, Canofa defeated him. He then jumped Russia, rendering him unconscious, all the countries stopped fighting to stare at Canada (that's his name!) in horror. He then collapsed and fell over. A very tired Germany then decided to end the meeting early. All the others agreed, and Prussia dragged Canada out of the room. Germany, China, and Japan stayed behind to revive the nations knocked out by Canada.

Around three thirty, Romano and Spain entered their car. Spain was limping, but Romano was worse. A Latin American country tried to use him as a hostage against Spain, and he got a bloody nose and a limp. Although that hurt, he was in the most pain by his arm because of a stray knife thrown by Belarus. All he needed was a bandage, since countries healed quickly, but his wound still hurt terribly. As Antonio began to drive, he tried to start a conversation with his tomato.

"Well, that meeting was interesting." the spaniard said with a small smile.

"Interesting?" Lovino screamed. "Are you fucking kidding me? I was fucking stabbed by a knife, and was used as a fucking hostage and I wasn't even fighting!"

"But-" Antonio began, but was quickly cut off by a very unhappy italian.

"And you manage to fucking get out with just a fucking bruise!"

"Lovi-"

"Don't 'Lovi' me, bastard. You even manage to fucking smile while I'm in pain because of you. I was a damn hostage! And you didn't even help me!" Romano cried out.

"I did try to help!" Spain protested.

"Like fucking hell you tried to help! You were to busy helping that damn potato bastard save Feliciano from Turkey." Lovino rambled " Bolivia fucking dislocated my nose! You should have helped me! I didn't even curse at you, I just screamed your name! Not even Spain! I screamed for Antonio!" Lovino ended, crying into his seat. Antonio turned to look at the crying man next to him. He felt terribly about not helping Lovi immediately, but he couldn't hear him over the noise of the other countries.

"Lo siento, Lovi." Spain said silently as they came near the hotel. Lovino didn't respond to him, so the spaniard forced a smile. He then heard his phone ring, and saw it was from France, one of his best friends. It invited him to go out drinking with some other nations. Antonio then decided to leave the italian by himself for a bit.

"I'm going out drinking with Prussia, France, Germany, America, England, and another person whose name I forgot. I'll walk you to the hotel room, and then I'll get going." Spain said with his fake smile.

"Okay." Romano said. It scared Spain to not hear him curse or have a bad attitude. A few minutes later, he parked the car and helped Lovino out. The walk to their hotel room was silent. As they reached the door, Romano opened the door and entered he slammed the door behind him, not saying goodbye to Spain.

"I'll see you later, Lovi." Spain said to a closed door, leaving him feeling empty inside. He was going to use the opportunity of drinking with his friends to drown his sorrows out.

That was Romano's long day. He sighed, turning his head to look out his window. He stared at the stars for a bit, then he saw a shooting star. Even though he didn't believe in magic, he asked the shooting star to grant his selfish wish.

"Please let Spain protect me more often. Please let him be less oblivious and happy. Please let him love me like I love him." Lovino thought. After thinking of his wish, he closed his eyes, forgetting about his pain. He began to think of other nations. He came to a conclusion that Spain should be a little bit more like Switzerland. He is sharp, neutral, serious, and he always protected his little sister, Liechtenstein, no matter what. After his last thought, he began to drift off to sleep, not realizing that the "star" heard his wish.

I hope you liked it! Next chapter we'll see Liechtenstein's point of view! Please review and tell me where I can improve! ^-^ Thanks for reading!