It'd started with a headache, a simple little one during the world meeting but it was enough it had made Romano put his head down. He remembered the smooth cool wood against his aching forehead and the warmth radiating from Spain's hand as it pressed to his back, how he had leaned to whisper in his ear his warm breath wafting against his ear asking if he was okay. Just like all the times before, however, now he had the same headache and his head pounded to a painful beat while every shouted above one another and the look Italy was giving him along with Spain harbored concern when he stood up the chair screech loud enough to make every voice stop.

"Romano..?" Italy asked his voice a whimper as his gold eyes opened to gaze at his twin who just forced a smile at his brother.

"I'm fine! My head's fucking killing me, I just need some air." Romano forced the cheer into his tone which was so unlike him that Spain glared at him for real.

"Romano." The simple use of Romano's name made him flinch along with the gazes of the other Nations on him but he just shook his head shoving his chair out of the way and walked to the door. "Romano!" Now Spain was getting up as his stare, the hottest among them all, burned into him along with the heavy footsteps.

"Just stay!" Romano snapped at him angrily, his temper running out with the throbbing in his head increase as pain flickered through his glaze along with something else. Pleading. "Antonio just...just stay."

"Fratello..."Italy whimpered the word as his eyes watery now, the gold shimmering and glistening like the element itself. Romano smiled with everything he could muster as his curl, high on his left side, crunched with distress.

"I'm fine! God, you don't have to worry!" Romano laughed bright but all of it, the smiles, the assurances, the laughter..fake. All so horribly fake. Romano scowled, he shouted, he swore, he screamed, he was rude, he was abrupt that's what he was known for. Sure he was sweet but on his own terms, this was all just fake and it made Spain clench his fist tight.

"Romano, I'd like to speak with you." Spain growled marching forward making Romano's eyes widen when his arm was roughly grabbed as Spain walked past dragging Romano from the room and their steps were loud and abrupt thumps as they walked out and when they reached the door which opened with a loud groan as if irritated by their anger, was slammed loud when they left. Romano could only take being dragged for so long before he ripped his arm away glaring at Spain who glared back unlike his cheerful behavior.

"Don't fucking drag me! Bastard! What the fuck am I? A child? Fuck no!" He finally snapped out at the Spaniard who just stared at him and Romano glared at Spain who just looked at him evenly, all happy glimmers or smiles strangely distant and gone.

"What is the matter with you? This is the fifth time you've said your head is hurting." Spain said the words sharp as blades that whizzed and sunk into Romano, who flinched, as Spain crossed his arms tight across his chest with all the look of an authority figure and Romano puffed his cheeks out in a pout as he stared back at the Spaniard who just looked at him. "Romano if something's wrong you need to tell me about it and if I can do any-"

"Sex."

The word was abrupt cutting off Spain who blinked looking all soft and sweet as his large emerald eyes met Romano's even, hard colored eyes burned into Spain. The color hazel but shifting to a soft green unlike the normal amber looking brown color. "Wh-What?" Spain finally got out when he stared at his lover, his little Romano, his Lovi, who just stared back at him with a little smirk pulling at those lips.

"I. Want. Sex. If you can do anything for me then have sex with me. Right now." Romano both explained and demanded as he smirked at Spain who blinked his innocent looking eyes until they shifted, seeming to morph into a more mature, older look that made shivers run down Romano's spine.

"That's what you want?" Spain finally asked his tone hard but there was desire lace there and Romano smiled despite his throbbing head and stepped forward throwing his arms around Spain's broad shoulders in an un-Romano like way as he smiled wider.

"Si." Romano nodded with determination when the Spaniard's lips crashed to his own drawing a low, little moan from his lips as he felt Spain grip his dark brown locks of hair tight in his large hands and he, in response, moved his own hands in Spain's own brown hair clutching them tight when his lips parted.

He breathed through his nose as his head pierced with pain but he just kept moving his lips, kept kissing his Spain, His Antonio. He shivered with pleasure at those soft lips moved across his own as he moaned quietly as he trembled gently pressing to the Spaniard as his cheeks flushed a deep red. He kept taking large breathes through his nose as he made out publicly with Spain but he could care less when the male nibbled on his lips, licking his bottom lip softly asking for entrance. Romano parted his lips whimpering low in his throat both from pleasure and pain as his hands gripped at those brown locks desperately.

His head was spinning crazily with the haze of lust but eh fog of pain, his vision seeming to spin and sway giving him a vertigo feeling when he opened them as he gasped at the lips and teeth attacking his Adam's Apple the minute their lips parted. He gasped thickly in hot loud pants, a small line of drool running from the corner of his mouth to his chin as he clung to Spain when he began to roughly suck on his Adam's Apple making the skin throb in a way that he knew would become a hickey in no time.

"T-Ti amo!" Romano gasped out making Spain freeze instantly then a bright, warm smile curved over the Spaniard's lips.

"Te amo." Spain replied within a heartbeat as he stared at the little Italian who blushed as bright as a tomato but a little smile curved over his lips a bit. The room was swaying and spinning making Romano dizzy but as he was pressed gently to the wall of the hallway with Spain's lips at his neck, his feet leaving the firm ground to anchor around Spain's hips as the pain reached it's crescendo making him cry out loudly with pain. "Romano!"

"I-I'm fine!" Romano gasped out to the Spaniard who had worry glinting in his face and eyes brightly. "I'm fine seriously!"

'I'm fine! I'm fine. I'm..fine. I...'m...fine...'

Romano woke up with a loud gasp with a shiver, sweat glistening across his skin like a film as beads of sweat formed and ran down his skin as his eyes looked at the beige, water stained roof. The bed beneath him was firm but soft curving to his body which was also firm as well. His head didn't hurt anymore, barely a twinge of pain, he sat up with the bed squeaking loudly underneath his weight with the bed frame groaning loudly with his movements as he sat up his body stiff with the sleep he must've gotten as he rubbed his eye with the back of his hand rubbing the sleep away as he got up out of the bed his muscles twitching an stiff as a board when he nearly screamed as he stretched, his muscles stretching out and moving under his skin with ease and small pops an cracks sounded when he stretched then arched his back.

He was wearing a baggy gray t-shirt with black sweat pants that were much to baggy for him as well and he rubbed his eyes hard and padded to the bedroom door opening it with a squeak and padded down the hall to the large stair case going down it quickly remembering it distinctly. He padded his way into the living room, the sweat drying rather quickly with his steps and he saw Spain lounging across the couch his eyes shut with his arm thrown over his forehead as he snored very lightly. Romano, with a devious smirk, walked over to the sleeping Nation and blew air onto his face then slapped his stomach hard making the Spaniard gasp jerking up grabbing his stomach with the painful hit but his green eyes landed on a snickering Romano and his irritation with the hit melted at seeing his lover's joy.

"You seem happy." Spain noted feeling stupid for doing so but Romano seemed genuinely happy or amused.

"Yupp. Smacking your sleeping ass is always fun." Romano snickered as he said the words when he squeaked as he was yanked onto the couch and cuddled with arms wrapping around him tightly with a cheek rubbing against the top of his head making him puff out his cheeks with annoying but the actions felt a little good.

"You're so cute! I'm glad to see you feeling better, Lovino." Spain cooed out making Romano blush about fifty billion shades of red an squirmed shoving at the Spaniard only achieving in making himself fall with a loud yelp and a heavy thud that made the floor groan gently and he scowled up at Spain who just laughed cheerfully.

"Bastard!" Romano snapped his eyes flashing with irritation but Spain just smiled at the irritated Italian who stood up brushing at himself though nothing was truly a mess or out of place, it was just a habit. He scowled harder when he met Spain's green orbs. "Stop looking at me, asshole!"

"You're acting like yourself~" Spain happily said while smiling bright at Romano who blushed anew and scowled hard enough for it to be a glare as he puffed his cheeks out again.

"Shut up! I'm going to make pasta and you get nothing!" Romano yelled with irritation, his tone thick with the emotion as he marched out of the room with Spain laughing happily and he just shook his head.

He walked into the kitchen sighing out softly as he walked to the stove opening the small cabinets beneath it and grabbed a pot then walked to the sink filling it with water watching it fill and then turned it off when it got half way full and pulled it out of the sink, a few droplets of water running down the shiny material as he placed it on the burner of the stove and turned the knob turning the burner on. He stared at his reflection in the water with dark eyes, his face grim as his lashes lowered and his lips pressed tighter together and he clutched at the sink. He had a deep, sinking feeling in his stomach that these headaches that have been on and off again weren't nothing, weren't as normal as he was playing it off, he had a feeling that he had something very bad going on with him.

"If I don't get better, I 'll go to the doctors. I'll go if I get worse," Romano whispered softly to himself as he stared at the water in the pot then looked out the window at the bright sunny day that was burning away slowly into a low, deep red sunset that stretched across the horizon. "Pretty."

"It is pretty, huh?" Romano squeaked again, embarrassingly, whipping his head around to glare at Spain who was leaning in the doorway staring at Romano not the window making the Italian blush hotly under the Spaniard's stare. "Very pretty."

"S-Shut up." Romano mumbled as his water came to a bubble on the stove and he grabbed the pasta in the container in the cabinet above the stove and began breaking the noodles only to drop then in and repeated the process humming quietly to himself ignoring Spain's wide glimmering smile and his cheerful gaze as he watched the Italian. Romano grabbed a spoon and stirred the pasta despite it being stiff then turned grabbing a smaller pot and turned walking to the fridge grabbing the needed ingredients for his sauce and began making them humming quietly to himself when an arm circled his waist.

"I should've asked, how are you feeling?" Spain murmured into Romano's ear making him blush and he sighed out gently leaning against the elder Nation rolling his eyes softly.

"I'm completely fine. No headache at all." Romano replied nonchalantly as he made his sauce carefully, trying to ignore Spain but the elder squeezed him softly.

"Good. I was worrying for some time that the was something wrong with you for a little while." Spain softly said making Romano blink then turned his head and tilt it back looking up into those emerald eyes that were indeed dark with concern.

"Well don't. I'll be fine, I've always been fine and I always will be." Romano huffily said as he looked away down at the ingredients before resuming his actions and Spain chuckled gently.

"Si si, you will be. That's why you are my mi nico." Spain whispered gently making Romano blush hotly and sigh but relax in the Spaniard's arms gently.

"Si. Just as you will be mine." Romano said in a pouty way then, he put the knife down in order to rub Spain's hand softly, mumbled out "Eres mi todo."

"Te Amo, Romano." Spain whispered kissing the side of Romano's neck making the Italian shiver gently but smile happily all the same which was rare to see on the grumpy Italian's face but Spain could always make him happy.

"Ti amo Toni, hanno sempre e sempre sar ." Romano replied instantly, like a knee jerk reaction, as he poured his now finished sauce into the pot next to the boiling pasta as Spain smiled happily.

"You are so sweet! And cute!" Spain coed then kissed the tanned cheek of Romano's making a new blush form and Spain laughed gently nuzzling him them pulled away sighing out gently. "I'll let you cook then, Mi amor."

"Fine." Romano mumbled gently as he stirred the pasta while setting the sauce to heat up at a low temperature and shuffled about as Spain left the room leaving Romano alone. While Romano cooked, his hands keeping him busy but his mind was wondering and for some reason he felt like his words had been a lie to the Spaniard. He just wasn't sure why.