It was a Friday morning and Spain was already in his tomato field, tending to his tomatoes when a certain shouting was heard.

"Spain! Leave your stupid farm alone and go save my brother from that stupid Germany!" Romano ordered as he marched into Spain's farm, squashing a few innocent sprouts by accident.

"Okay~ Anything for my little Roma~" Spain smiled as he took of his gloves and patted Romano on the head.

"Don't touch me! You are all sweaty! Don't call me Roma either! It is disgusting. You better be fast, I am leaving in 10 minutes." Romano blurted out and stomped back to the house again.

"-Sigh- Being boss nowadays sure is hard. Ahh~ What happened to my cute little innocent Rom-"

Spain was hit in the face by a certain flying tomato.

"Shut the hell up and get ready! Or I will leave without you!" Romano shouted, in his hand was another tomato.

"Okay, I am coming! Ahh, it's been so long since I have seen Ita-chan, I wonder how he i-"

Another tomato landed on his face with perfect aiming.

"Don't you dare plan on doing anything to that dumb brother of mine!" Romano slammed the door shut behind him.

"Ahh~ My Roma is so violent in such a cute way~" Spain licked the tomato splatter near his lips, sweet.


Basically, that was how Spain and Romano ended outside of Germany' house.

"Right then, let's get this done and go for a drink together." Spain suggested as he lifted his hand to ring the bell.

"Out of the way." Romano got a step ahead of Spain and simply kicked the door down with ease, as if the doorbell had never existed.

"Oii! You Potato freak! I am here to save my dumb brother! Get ready to get your butt kicked. " Romano shouted as he stomped into Germany's house and grabbed the shocked Italy.

"Ahh, yeah." Germany simply answered without even looking up from his newspaper. This was somehow not something new to him.

"Roma~ you should have at least said hi first. Hey Ita-Chan, how are you?" Spain walked in after Romano and greeted with a carefree smile on his face.

"Spain nii san! It is so nice to see you again!" Italy smiled back.

"Spain you bastard! Now is not the time for greeting! Hurry the hell up and help me get my brother out of here!" Romano ordered.

"Okay, I am on it. Germany, you don't mind having Ita-Chan stay with us for a while right?" Spain asked as he patted Germany on the back.

"Just return him when you are done." Germany, still finding the newspaper more amusing, decided not to look up.

"Heh! Like hell I would be stupid enough and leave him her again! He may be dumb, but I am not! You are not fooling me you potato bastard! Spain! Let's get the hell out of here!" Romano shouted and within minutes, the three of them were gone.

"-Sigh- And I was hoping that he would open the door like a normal person would for once. Maybe I should change to a metal one." Germany finally looked up and muttered to himself.

Finally, at least a week of peace and alone time, and Germany enjoys his alone time.


Romano woke up to the delicious smell of pasta and dragged his heavy legs to the dining room.

"Spain, What are we having fo-" Romano rubbed his eyes sleepily and muttered as he approached the kitchen, but immediately stopped his tracks and hid himself behind the wall, away from sight.

Spain and Italy were in the kitchen.

Suddenly, he was completely awake as he slowly peeked out from the wall, spying at the two. He did not know why he was doing this, but something in him told him that this had to be done.

Then, he started eavesdropping at the same time.

"Wow! That pasta sure smells good! It's been so long since I have last eaten Ita Chan's cooking. I can't wait." Spain laughed warmly.

"Ve~ If it's big brother Spain, I would cook for you anytime." Italy stirred the pasta in the pot.

"Really? Ahh~ I feel like the most lucky big brother in the world. If only Romano would cook for his boss as well." Spain joked and messed up Italy's hair, who simply laughed.

For some reason, Romano felt annoyed when he heard Spain laugh because of Veneziano, more annoyed than normal. It was not like he cannot cook, in fact, he can definitely do a better job than his brother. But he did not bother since Spain did all the cooking and cleaning anyway.

Besides, even if he did clean and cook for Spain, he would still prefer Veneziano. Everyone else did. Since young, he was overshadowed by his brother. Everyone would fight for his brother, and leave him there, all alone. Everyone except Spain. But it looked like even Spain was going to choose Veneziano over him.

"Who cares? It is not like I want him to be with me anyway." Romano snapped and went back to his room.

That was right, just his brother was enough for Spain. But why won't the weird feeling in his heart go away?

"Hmm?" Spain looked up and looked in the direction where Romano was originally hiding.

"What's wrong big brother Spain?" Italy asked as he diced the tomatoes grown by Spain himself, best in the world.

"Ah, I thought I heard Romano." Spain scratched his head and laughed.

"Fratello?"

"Yeah, but I guess it is just my imagination. Romano should be still in bed at a time like this. He hates waking up early. One time, I dragged him out from bed at 7 in the morning to go to the tomato field with me. He got so pissed that he threw me with pillows, then with tomatoes, and even plates when we came back from the field." Spain recalled with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Ve… That sounded somehow very dangerous." But exactly what he should expect from his own brother.

"But don't you think Romano is cute that way? " Spain simply enjoyed pissing Romano off so much that it almost became a habit.

Ve~ Nii Chan really is cute at times. The pasta is ready now. Spain Nii Chan, can you go and wake Fratello up for me?" Italy asked as he placed the pasta into three big round plates.

"Okay. I am sure he will enjoy your cooking as well." Spain smiled and walked to Romano's room.

"Roma~ Are you still asleep? Wake up or I will eat your share of the pasta too." Spain knocked on the door and entered the bedroom, immediately spotting a huge lump on the bed, covered by the blanket.

"Go away you bastard, I am not hungry." Romano snared, hiding under the blankets.

"Really? Too bad then~ Now I can have all of Ita-Chan's delicious pasta to myself~" Spain joked as a pillow hit him in the face. For some reason, he expected this to happen.

"Don't you dare touch the pasta! I am eating it!" Romano shouted and dashed to the dining table, leaving Spain in the room.

Spain smiled and picked up the pillow at his feet, then placed it back on the bed. His Romano would never change, getting pissed so easily. Yet, something felt wrong and it felt as if Romano was acting weirdly. Was something bothering him again?