"Alright! If this doesn't get the bastard to sleep with me, nothing will!"
Prussia snuck up to Spain's house, clutching a box under his arm. "Kesese!" he laughed with a smirk, excited at his own genius. "Once I let loose this box of cockroaches into Tonio's house, it'll be more than enough pay back!" he giggled at his genius again, and made his way to the back door. As he stepped inside, his hair russled, and suddenly Gilbird popped out, flying out of his hair and over to the couch.
"Scheiße! Gilbird, get back here!" he snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground. Gilbird however ignored him in favor of the bouncing worm resting near the couch.
Wait, bouncing worm..? Prussia cautiously walked over, strafing slowly. "Who's there..? Italy?"
Romano groaned from the couch. "Son of a bitch I ain't Fratello!" He shifted under the weight of the food that was decked out across his body. Prussia stared down at him. "Mein gott, what's this all for?" Romano shifted, and adjusted a tomato slice that rested on his nipple. "It's for that stupid tomato bastard, fucker won't fuck me, fucking merda!" He cursed loudly and continued to adjust the food. "So 'Tonio won't fuck you eh? Have you tried the—" Romano scowled. "Si I've tried that dumbshit, I've tried everything. Fucking merda!" He slowly sat up, suddenly quiet. Pasta slid down his chest, leaving a trail of tomato sauce while the tomato's popped off and rolled down his chest before resting at the egg salad resting on his crotch.
"It's not like I give a shit about your stupid potato opinion.. but do you think this is going to work?"
Prussia paused, before sitting down on the arm of the couch.
"Well Romano.. I dunno about covering yourself in food. When me and Francis jumped 'Tonio, he was drunk." Romano scowled, trying to think. "Well then, Not-so-macho potato, what do I do?"
Prussia paused, stroking his beard. "Hmm.. Ah! I know!" he leaned down and whispered in Romano's ear. Romano blushed, and smacked Prussia across the face. The Prussia laughed and reeled back, stroking his cheek. "You asked for my advice, and that's what it is! Now, if you excuse me, gotta finish what I set out to do!" He stood up, clutching his box and sauntered into the kitchen.
Several hours later, Spain glided in, oblivious to the fact that cockroaches were demolishing his kitchen. The note on the door said 'meet me in the bedroom.' He skipped through the house before arriving at the bedroom. "Loooooviii~" he called, skipping through the door. "Where is my cute little tomatino?" However, he didn't have to look very far. Romano was already there, sitting on the bed. Spain cocked his head, and leaned against the doorframe. Romano took a deep breath and steadied himself to say just what Prussia had told him to say.
"I-I… I-I love you.. y'goddamn bastard.."