Spain was walking down one of the park's many pathes, enjoying the fresh air, tweeting birds, playing children, and the loud obnoxious cursing coming from a nearby tree.

Spain did a double-take as he tried to understand what was going on.

Obviously, the loud obnoxious cursing was coming from the dark-haired Italian at the base of the apple-tree. South Italy's arms were flailing madly as he stomped and screamed up at the tree's branches.

Maybe the tree insulted the young man. Spain knew he had a temper, but what could a tree have done to cause such an outburst.

"Hola Romano!" Spain shouted and waved at his younger, preoccupied friend.

His greeting was lost as a new stream of curses issued from Romano's mouth.

"Maybe he didn't hear me…" thought Spain as he walked up closer, now under the shade of this seemingly harmless apple-tree.

Romano had just turned around to see Spain.

"Oh, it's you. Hey..!!!"

When out of nowhere, something crashed through the trees, only to fall on him.

After watched Romano disappear in a cloud of dirt and leaves, the only though that came to Spain's mind was to save his friend from that unseen foe.

"AYUDAME! AYUDAME! MONSTRURO!"

He screamed as he ran around in desperate attempt to find his friend.

A strangling noise could be heard where Spain saw his friend last.

"Romano…?" Spain asked quietly as the dust settled.

"Romano….stop….PASTAAA!"

Now confused, Spain peered and saw a scene he would never ever forget.

Romano had his younger red-head brother in a strangle-hold.

"That's…what…you…get..for..being…an..idiot!"

Romano grunted as his brother's face turned a weird shade of blue.

"Hoy! Romano! Let go of tu hermano!"

Spain couldn't help but smile as he though of all the previous times he had to break up these two from fighting.

"Hi Spain! Hi!" waved North Italy, having fully recovered from near death only a few seconds earlier.

"I was climbing that tree, because I wanted to pick an apple. Only, a squirrel started attacking me…"

Here he pulled out his infamous white flag, now full of little bite marks.

"Romano had to come save me, didn't you Romano?"

He turned to his brother with a big sheepish grin, only to be smacked very hard.

"Next time, I'm going to let that freaking squirrel eat you!"

Romano snapped with an evil glare in his eyes.

Spain looked at both brothers with a ridiculously huge grin on his face.

"What's wrong with his face?"

Asked North Italy, poking Romano's shoulder.

"I dunno…"

"Romano…I'm scared! Please hold me!"

"I will do no such thing!" At this- Romano turned a bright red, his attempts at pushing his br

Then, Spain launched himself at the older Italian, squishing him into a bear hug.

"OH Loviii!!! You look just like a tomato!!!!!!!!!"

"GET OFF ME YOU BASTARD!"