Four a.m was nearing, and the lime green eyes of the Italian had yet to close. Next to him, he could hear his younger brother snoring softly. He sighed, pulling back the covers and padding out of his room. Maybe he'd get lucky and Prussia had actually went to his room to sleep tonight. The East German was an unusually light sleeper. He also had the habit of pestering Romano with questions if he took to wandering in the night. Romano mumbled a curse as he saw the man asleep on the couch. Maybe he did this on purpose. Maybe he actually worried, or cared, or- No, of course he didn't. The stupid albino was nothing more than a friend. If that. Contemplating whether or not to turn back, Lovino pushed on not caring if he woke the Prussian. Flicking on the light of the kitchen, Romano began to rummage through the fridge. Of course, soon there was a sound of mumbling and Gilbert was up.
"That you, Lovi?" His drowsy voice came. The southern Italian let his teeth sink into a slice of cold pizza.
"Don't call me that." He grumbled, voice muffled and distorted from the food in his mouth.
"Can't sleep?" Lovino sent a glare towards Prussia.
"No. No. I'm asleep. So very obviously asleep." He spat. Gilbert let out a quiet chuckle.
"What was it this time? A nightmare-"
"I'm not gonna tell you my problems." A sad smile spread across his face, moving from his spot in the doorway.
"You know, Antonio worries about you. A lot-"
"Am I supposed to care?" The Prussian flinched slightly. Having realized his mistake, Lovino let's his eyes fall to the ground. The two stood in silence, Lovino's pizza long forgotten.
"I'm worried. Feliciano's worried. Even West! We're all worried about you."
"Stupid. All of you. Wasting your time-" Prussia took a step forward.
"We wouldn't worry if we didn't care. Is...is it West and Feli? Is that-"
"No. No. It's not them. I've come to realize my fratello just has really bad taste in men." Prussia sighed and let his hand rest on Lovino's shoulder. Instantly, Romano recoiled, shaking him away.
"Is it me?" The Prussian had a look of deep worry and fear in his merlot colored eyes. That was Romano's favorite thing about the male, aside from everything else about him. The deep red-purple color reminded him of wine. It reminded him of home, and Feliciano and his Nonno. Forgetting to respond, Romano snapped back to reality as Prussia took a step back. "It is me, isn't it?" Not able to think of a response, Romano began to panic. If it was anybody else, he would have been able to keep his cool. But this bastard? He did things to him. He said the wrong thing more often than usual. And there was this disgustingly bubbly feeling in his stomach when they were near each other. Panic growing stronger, Romano quickly took Prussia by his collar. Fear filled his wine-colored eyes, scared he had done something wrong and the Italian turned violent. Even if he were to hit him, Prussia wouldn't fight back. He cared about Romano. He saw his struggles and, even if it was unwanted, he wanted to make him feel better. Like he wasn't anybody's second choice. Before he could register what was going on, the shorter male had pulled him down so they were barely centimeters apart. Both were a deep shade of red, neither wanting to pull back but both too scared to clear the little distance.
"Y-you have pizza breath." Romano's brows furrowed. Such a stupid thing to say. But it was Prussia. Romano yanked on the male's collar, a small smile playing at his lips as they kissed.