Romano, Korea (I know it is South Korea but I only found out a while ago) and Italy belong to Hetalia

South Korea and North Korea belong to me

There I was, running away from home, from my loved brother and my hated sister. Why did I hate my sister, she always fought with me. I'm North Korea. My sister is South Korea. We always had another fight with each. Yeah I know I'm to old to run away from home after a fight but its all the time. I had no idea where I was running but I could hear the birds twitter and my shoes getting heavy. SHIT. I stepped in mud again and I was getting really stuck until I was. Crap. I bet no one was around to help me at all.

"Help!" I screamed with my boots stuck and my dark gray clothes turning brown and making sure I didn't get my light brown hair in the mud with my hands trying to get my feet out.

"Hello~" I heard someone say in a sing song voice. I turned around to find a boy with light brown hair, not light as mine which had a random piece of it hanging out in a curl. "I'm Italy~"

"That's good to know but can you please help me out?" I asked getting more dirty.

"Ok~" He sang, slowly walking into the mud and grabbed on to me helping me out. "Your in a mess. Maybe you should come to my house with my brother. Romano. AND get you in cleaner clothes"

"o-ok" I answered as we walked to his house. He was cheery and happy with a smile always on his face. Talking really fast and losing me a lot.

"AHH! Here we are" he cheered all happy and creeping me out a bit. Who would be so happy that they just go home? The house looked quite Italian, well I guess that's why his name is Italy. I followed the boy in to his home. It was quiet and Italy looked for something. I have no idea but when he was out of my sight I could hear yelling.

"BECAREFUL WHERE YOUR GOING JERK"

"I just wanted some pasta~!"

"WELL THERE IS TWO PEOPLE IN THIS HOUSE NOT ONE"

"And Pasta~"

"NO PASTA IS FOOD, NOT A HUMAN LIKE US. YOUR STUPID YOUNGER BROTHER." I closed my eyes and flash backs came. With South and myself. Our fights and how she would keep rather calm but could blow while I would yell and fight til I won. I quickly ran to the kitchen to find a boy who looked like Italy but with darker hair chocking Italy.

"STOP" I yelled as loud as I could. Grabbing onto the mans hands as Italy chocked. I looked up at the man who looked like Italy. This must be Romano. His features were a bit different then Italy's. His eyes a bit lighter and his skin a little bit darker. I stared at him in the eyes as he let go of Italy. "Thanks." Romano who I was guessing went quiet and walked off or stormed off.

"His been hanging around older brother Spain so his a bit of a dick~!" Italy told me in a sing song voice as I looked at him not impressed. Slowly I got a bit curious.

"What is your brother doing when he storms off like that?"

"I donno. To his room. He made me get my own bedroom after he kept on telling me my breath smelt like onions and pasta"

"What's p-pasta?" I would be murdered for asking as Italy face went all shocked.

"You don't know what pasta is?" I shook my head saying no. "AHHH YOU HAVE NEVER HAD PASTA" he cried sitting in a corner and was in tears. Ok I'm not getting in this.

Walking around the little home I found heaps of Italian things. It was different then Korea. Smiling at different things I found in different rooms. The last room that was left I opened slowly. Pecking in and slowly stopped when it was opened. "What the hell are you doing still here?" said Romano. Remember I'm still guessing.

"Y-your Romano?"

"Yeah So?"

"J-just checking… Um Italy is on the floor in the kitchen crying over that I don't know what Pasta is" Romano looked at me like I was an idiot.

"I would be crying to if I was like Italy." rudely he turned away from me as I moved closer to him to annoy him.

"be nice"

"Never" his Italian accent strong as I moved a bit closer.

"Really now. Well I guess then…" I lightly took the piece of hair that was rather odd and wasn't with the rest and twirled it in my fingers. Smirking, waiting to see what happened. He was more quiet and quietly moaned. I now knew what the piece of hair did and let go. He looked at me right in the eyes. His light brown ones staring into my chocolate brown eyes. I felt upset when his face turned angry and he pinned me to the bed, still looking me in the eyes. I felt fear run over me as he kissed my lips hard. I tried to get out but I couldn't. I was stuck in Romano's grip. Would I give up. This guy is pretty much like me and I like him.

Romano stopped and looked me in the eyes, searching for something. I don't know what but soon he kissed me again. Harder then before and not pinning me but keeping himself from hurting me. I knew when the kiss ended Italy would come. "ROMANO~! NORTH~! I MADE SOME LOVLY PASTA FOR US TO EAT~!" did he forget that I don't know what pasta is? I looked at Romano and he smiled making me feel a bit easier to eat something I didn't try. Well I guess it was the easy bit now, the hardest is to go home and leave Romano behind…