I woke up to loud bangs coming from my front door.

"Romano! Romano!"

It's that idiot Spain, what the hell does he want! I got off my bed, pulled on a pair of pants and stomped down the stairs. I swung the door open and that cheery asshole shoved a fucking turtle right in my face.

"What the fuck asshole!" I yelled, swatting at the reptile. Spain pulled the turtle out of my reach and started cuddling the thing. I rolled my eyes, "What the fuck do you want Spain?"

He looked at me a stupid smile on his face, "I wanted you to meet Pedro!" he held out the turtle once again.

I stared at him for a moment before closing the door in his face.

"Wait Romano! Open up! Please~" he kept on pleading. Mio Dio, will this bastard ever leave me alone. I went and sat on my couch and watched some crappy Spanish soap opera.

It's been at least an hour and that fucking moron is still banging at my door. I sighed, got off the couch, yanked the door open and yelled, "Get the fuck away from my house bastard!"

He just looked at me with sad eyes. The bastard.

"Please Romano, wont you please let me in?" He grabbed my arm, "Please please please please please please please please please~"

I've had enough of this idiot. I was about to curse him out when that stupid turtle caught my eye.

"Hey, you wanted me to meet that turtle, right?"

Spain's face lit up and he nodded furiously. He let go of my arm and held the creature up to me. "This is Pedro, wont you let us come in?"

I hid a smirk and let them in, this was gonna be fun. Spain sat on my couch; he looked at me patting the spot next to him. I walked over and sat down.

"Pedro, this is Romano." He held the turtle out to me and said, "here you can hold him."

I took the turtle into my hands, and in one swift moment I was gone, I heard Spain gasp as I ran.

"R-Romano! What are you doing? Pedro!" he screamed, I couldn't help but snicker.

I ran into the kitchen and put at pot of water over the stove and had it boil. When Spain finally reached the kitchen, he fell to his knees. "Romano! Please, don't do it! I-I'll do anything! Just please don't drop him!" he was bawling. I've seen Spain cry before, but never like this. He was genuinely upset, I felt so proud of myself.

I was holding his stupid little turtle over the boiling pot of water. I said, "Spain." He looked right at me, right in the eye, I gotta say it was a bit unnerving. "Don't ever come here for something as stupid as this," I shook the turtle and he gasped, "again, got it?"

Spain nodded, "I promise."

I turned off the stove and gave him the turtle. He held it comfortingly to his chest, stood up, and walked to the door. Before he stepped out he put a hand on my shoulder. I scowled, "What now!"

"Thank you, for not hurting Pedro." He said solemnly.

I rolled my eyes, "Mio Dio, just get the fuck outta my house before I do hurt the damn thing!"

He gasped and ran out of my house. I closed the door and walked upstairs for a siesta. I had one last thought before slipping into sleep, 'that idiots gonna be back with that damn turtle tomorrow'.