Turtles
Turtles.
He loved those turtles.
And he never noticed it until one day where he was walking with him to the beach.
"Ay, Lovino! Turtles everywhere!" The turtle lover, Spain said as he ran over to a bale of turtles, grinning at them as they slowly moved around. "I think they are Chelonia mydas." He said, kneeling down onto the sand to see them hatch. "Oh, Lovino! They're hatching!"
"I don't see why you're so obsessed with turtles; in my opinion they are just stupid creatures."
Spain looked up at him with sad eyes, "Aw, why do you say that? They're so cute! And they are so unique! There's over one hundred of species!"
Romano sighed, kneeling next to them, watching the bale hatch. "I guess they're pretty 'adorable'." He spat, looking down at his broken nail from when Spain and him were playing football together and Spain accidently hit him in the finger, and the no-no zone.
"Spain, what's the Spanish word for turtle?" Romano asked, a little bit curious.
Spain's face lit up at that question, "Tortuga marina!"
"Grazie." Romano replied, a mumble in his voice. He sighed, picking up a turtle. Big eyes were staring into his eyes, while he stared into the turtle's.
"Lovino! Say hi to the turtle."
"Why would I say 'ciao' to a stupid turtle? That is asinine!"
"But turtles need amore! Come on, say 'hola'!"
"Fine, ciao little turtle. Now get the hell out of my face." And yes, Romano did toss that turtle away. Romano looked into Spain's eyes and saw his emotions. Sad.
"Why did you throw that poor turtle? He didn't do anything to you!" He frowned deeply and picked up the turtle again.
"Damn, I'm sorry." Romano mumbled, sarcastically as he held the turtle. "Sorry, you stupid turtle."
"Lovi."
"Fine, I am sincerely sorry, turtle." He smirked because saying sorry to a turtle was just too damn funny.
And that was no laughing matter for the King of Turtles.
He was serious.
Spain loved his turtles.