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He sat in his room clutching his pillow with his life. There was light rap at the door and the soft voice of Spain asking him to please come down to eat something, especially on a day like today, it don't matter If the boy doesn't come Spain will bring him his food, with three big tomatoes from the garden to try to coax him down stairs, sometimes it worked, other times it didn't. Romano hardly left his room these days, thanks to him. He thinks back to the day they met 6 months ago.
He was walking through Spain's house, eating his big juicy tomato after taking a quite satisfying siesta. He should have known Spain would find some way to screw up his unusually good mood, and when he saw the man with a kid standing in the foyer his good mood evaporated. The boy that was maybe a few years older than himself and definitely a few inches taller. He had long dark brown hair, darker than Romano's, which was pulled back in a low ponytail with some sort of wrap, dark brown eyes and dark skin. He had on brown pants and some green thing over his shoulders that resembled a French mantelet.
"Hola" He said bringing his hand down to grab Romano's, probably to kiss it, something Spain did often, and a trick the Italian knew how to avoid. Making a swift retreat and with a small squeal he hid himself behind the taller ones legs. Spain crouched next to the glaring young nation running a hand, though the dark brown locks trying to calm Romano down.
"Romano, this is another territory of mine, Mexico," The Spaniard said softly. The Italian pushed the hand away from his head before it reached and touched his curl; he stood back glaring at his boss.
"You have more then one, eh?!" Spain blinked at Romano's sudden outburst. "What was I not good enough for you?! I knew you wanted mio fratello, but who is this!?" He demanded, pointing his finger at the boy, who casually crossed his arms a smirk lingering on his face.
"Actually Roma, I got you after him-"
"So in a way you could say I wasn't good enough" Mexico stated stepping forward. "You are a feisty one, Pequeño Romano" He chuckled a bit coming to stand directly before the young boy "I like that" He went to put and hand around Romano's waist, the way he knew girls liked. But the boys face flushed as red as the tomato that was bring crushed in his small fist as he pushed the other as hard as he could.
""Non mi toccare" He yelled in Italian something he tended to do when he was angry or sad or excited. "che si può andare in giro toccando le persone? Chi pensi che io sia!?" He continued to yell in the foreign language as he stomped away back to his room his hand covered in the sticky red juices of the once tomato.
He hardly left his room since then, but at the same time he was why Romano left at all, except for today of course. Mexico, who was still at their house, always looked at him like he was something special, he would flirt with him constantly and call him his, Pequeño Romano, a name the Italian found endearing and infuriating at the same time. It was so annoying, the worst part was Romano was actually starting to believe he was special, but he knew none of it was true. He couldn't decide why Mexico was being so nice to him, whether it be a request from Spain, or if he was bored but Romano knew it couldn't be real. And even if it were, Mexico would someday meet his brother, like today in fact, and would be head over heels, like everyone was with his fratellino, thats the way Romano's life had always gone. Tears started to build up in his eyes at the thought of losing someone else he liked. Again another knock sounded the door probably Spain with his food.
"Romano, you're sister is here" The boy snorted at the statement. How did no one honestly know Feliciano was male! Nevertheless, he jumped off his bed gave himself a once over, he was in nice clothing a white puffy shirt, a brown vest and brown pants with black shoes. Then he was running down the stairs to see the only family he had left or at least the only one he considered family. He stopped before he reached the resting area, where he knew Spain ushered him in, and took a deep breath. Of course he was excited to see him, but he would never tell his brother that.
"Fratellino." Was all he said as he entered the room and was soon engulfed in a crushing hug.
"Fratello! I have missed you so much" The small feminine voice squealed as he threw his arms around his brother. For a brief moment Romano's allows himself to lean into the hug bringing his arms up to return the gesture happy to have his brother back for a moment. Then as quickly as the moment came it passed and Romano pushed his young sibling away.
"I see you brought your guard dog as well" Romano noticed the boy stepping forward to stand next to Feli. A frown was set in his mouth and his eyes narrowed somewhat in a glare hi hand grasped each other behind his back, but other than that, his face was neutral.
"Romano, always a pleasure" The blonde boy stated monotone.
"Whatever" The Italian scoffed, then turned back to his brother. "Did you have to bring him?" Feli's face fell somewhat at the comment.
"Lovi-" He silenced his protest when he saw a boy standing in the door. He was older than all of them, and quite handsome. "Who is that" The older brother spun around to see Mexico leaning agents the entrée way arms cross and small a smile on his lips.
"Hola," he said stepping into the room his smirk only growing as he noticed Romano's death glare. "Pequeño Romano, is this your hermanita?"
"Har-" The older brother almost countered, clearly Feliciano was a boy!
"Who are you?" The effeminate boy asked before Romano could speak, stepping forward, only to have his form pulled back.
"Feli, no!" The blonde scolded.
"I am Mexico, one of Spain territories, and you are?"
"This is mio fratello, Feliciano" Mexico nodded not understanding the Italian. "This is his keeper The Holy Roman Empire" Blue eyes deepened into a glare, that instantly softened when felt Feli wrapped a chubby hand around his own.
"Mister, Mexico do you like my brother" The little Italian asked, Mexico smiled couldn't help but find him cute, not as cute as his brother, however. The older Italian was blushing furiously, glaring at the ground. Suddenly a warm arm wrapped around his waist. The blushing boy snapped his head up to look at the culprit and shocked look on his face.
"Why yes, I do like him an awful lot" He looked back at the boy in his arm, his face softened much like Holy Rome's did not three minutes ago. There was a brief instant where they just looked at each other. That moment was abruptly cut off as Romano pushed Mexico away.
" Sei un tale lire, davvero mi hai fatto andare per un attimo, con il tuo stupido, occhi marroni! Ho pensato che ti piacevo davvero, sei così stupido, io sono così stupido da pensare che qualcuno in realtà mi vorrebbe intorno! "Both Holy Rome and Mexico looked at the boy shocked and confused, while Feli took a step forward a tear running down his cheek
"Attesa di Romano!" The small boy started to run after him but was stopped by Mexico. "Fratello" He said softly.
The tomato garden is where Romano usually felt most at ease, the beautiful plants sprung up from the ground, green leaves of various sizes and big juicy tomato's, three on each bundle, Some nice and red, other green, still growing. Normally the site alone brought him piece, but not this time. He sat in the center of the plants his knees pulled up to his chest, his head berried in his arms as tears streamed down his face. He can't believe he let himself be so fooled. What would Mexico want with a little kid like him? He didn't lift his head when he felt someone sit down on his right.
"Roma" He heard the deep, soothing voice of Spain as his boss rubbed a hand over the younger back. "What's wrong Roma, you ran out so fast, did something Feli say upset you" The shake of the head made Spain sigh. Normally Romano would be screaming and yelling, throwing a fit, but he was silent other then the occasional sniff and whimper, and that worried Spain the most. Soon the hand on his back was gone and was quickly replaced with an arm around his shoulder.
"Romano" He heard the soft voice of Mexico, which oddly held none if it's usual humor and lightness. "I don't know what could have possibly happened to make you think you were unwanted, but I know, thats not true. Your brother wants you, Spain wants you and I want you" His grip tightened around the other at the last words. The Italian looked up at him a little shocked to see the usual flirtatious boy, with a serious expression his green eyes gather with more tears and he went agents all his better judgment and buried his head into Mexico's chest, body heaving with sobs. The older boy rubbed soothing circles on his back muttering, sweet nothings into his ear in Spanish.
"Are you still worried about you're brother" Holy Rome, asked standing a few yards away from the scene looking at Feli not really able to peel his eyes away.
"Sì, he will be just fine, he has someone now, like I have you" The young Italian beamed at the other nation causing a slight blush to play on his cheeks.
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You are such a lire, you really had me going for a moment, with your stupid, brown eyes! I thought that you really liked me, you are so stupid, I am so stupid to think that someone would actually want me around! "
"Don't touch me" He yelled in Italian something he tended to do when he was angry or sad or excited. "You think you can go around touching people? Who do you think I am
My Brother
Little Brother
Romano wait
Little Romano
Little Sister