Romano stared blankly at the wall, bored with school - as per usual with the Italian man. It's just that...That nothing felt right. Nothing was exciting or fun or dangerous or anything like it had been when he was younger. Maybe he lost any creativity, any child like thought some where along the way? Maybe; maybe Feleciano got all that and he lost it. Maybe.

He lightly tapped his pencil on his desk, copying the tune of an old Italian song - or maybe it was Spanish? He couldn't remember. He just knew that he missed the old days. Those days he didn't have to worry or remember pointless things or care or-

"I think I'm sick," he states, standing up from his chair and clutching his stomach. This happens sometimes, he over thinks everything and gets sick. The teacher opens his mouth to speak, but Romano had already ran out towards the bathroom and he didn't get to say a thing. (As per usual with the Italian man.) He had run to the bathroom, hoping to Hell he didn't get too sick. Then again, he'd probably be able to leave if he was sick enough. Still...

"Hey, Lovi, are you all right?" Antonio had followed him. Again. This always happened and Romano always got mad and yelled and tried to fight and-

"Thanks, boss." Told him he was thankful, for whatever reason. Antonio smiles, laughing a little. He wasn't sick, he was just worried, as per usual with the Italian man.

"Your welcome! Say, you want to know a little secret?" No. Hell no. Fuck no.

"Sure, whatever."

"See, I now know why you worry so much." Maybe he does, probably not.

"And what is that?" Romano asks, crossing his arms and frowning. He frowned a lot. It was an angry frown though, not a sad one - they both were unfortunate though, correct?

"You're worried that no one will like you now that you're not a child, now that you have no excuse for your behavior. But you're wrong! See, Bella likes you, your brother likes you, Francis likes you!"

"Screw the-"

"And I love you!" Antonio finished. He held his arms out, expecting a hug (or something along that line). Instead, in full force, came a head butt to his stomach. He cough, falling to the ground in pain.

"Don't go saying things like that in odd places like this! A fucking public bathroom isn't a romantic room, tomato jerk!" Romano yelled form above, staring down at the injured Spaniard-

As per usual for the Italian man.

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_A/N:_

I'm currently wondering what THIS is, it's so horrible! There's no real plot, so much OCC-ness, bland writing, etc.

Well, sorry for it being so bad.