Spain had an amazing time last night. It might've been a bit too hot for him, but he had so much fun.

Romano's POV:

This Halloween was probably one of the best times of his life. As for me, not so much. Sure, I liked the pranks, the scary costumes, and the candy begging, but this year Spain decided to put his "little Romanito" in a girly costume. (A vampire nurse, to be exact.) It was humiliating to walk around in a short dress. It was cold too! Spain never thought things through. HE was dressed in a full werewolf costume. Well, at least I didn't have to carry the cand- Oh wait. I did.

The worst part was that Antonio decided to take photos and post them up online just to brag about how cute his little tomate was. I decided to take my revenge.

One night, I was flipping through the channels and came across Johnny Campbell's show. I didn't really know who he was. I didn't really care either. I was ready to switch to another channel, but then Johnny Campbell came on and said, "I have a dare for the parents. I want you to tell your kids that you ate their Halloween candy and video tape their reaction." Of course, I wasn't a parent NOR was Spain a child, but he did act like a child. I began to think of ways this plan might go. I must've been thinking for nearly an hour.

I went to my room to get something. I rummaged through my drawers until I found my old Mafia glasses. Now, the only reason I was looking for them was because my Mafia glasses have a secret camera installed. (It allows me to record for 3 hours.) I wouldn't want the man to know I was filming him.

I looked at the time to see how much time I had left before Spain got home. (Yes I still live with him, but its not because he's the boss of me.) Good. I had at least 3 hours to execute my plan. (I thanked God for letting Spain work today.) So I looked for every single piece of candy in the house. Boy, that was hard work. Who knew that Spain hides his halloween candy in his shampoo bottle. Then I thought of a place where I can place all this candy. I could actually eat it all. Nah. I don't want a stomach ache. The car seemed to be the best choice. Spain doesn't use my car at all. If I saw one piece of his DNA on my car, he'd be a dead man. We clarified it last week.

As for the next part of my plan, I'd make it seem as if there was nothing to eat at home. I threw out all of the Spaniard's food from the fridge, except for the tomatoes of course. The garbage truck would be coming around 3 today. That gave me about 20 minutes to gather all the garbage in the house. All the garbage had to be gone for Spain to fall for my trick.

Wow, this is probably the hardest I have worked in my entire life.

Here came the hardest part: removing all of the tomatoes from Antonio's garden and hiding them somehow. Hm. Maybe I shouldn't do it. Nah, I'll do it. I'll send them all to Feli.

After about an hour of tomato plucking, I wanted to sleep. It was way past my siesta time. I placed the tomatoes carefully in a giant basket, placed the basket on the passenger seat, and drove to Feli's house.

When I came over, I expected to find a cheery, annoying fratello hugging me and smiling, but nooo the potato freak HAD to be there.

"Guten tag, Romano. Are you here to see Feliciano?"

"No, I'm here to see the Sugar Plum Fairy- Yes I'm here to see my brother. Now move!"

I shoved past him and made sure that none of the tomatoes fell out. I carefully placed the basket on the countertop.

"Why are you here? And where's mio fratello?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"He's taking a nap upstairs. I'm here beca-"

"I don't care. Look, this is all for mi fratello. Tell him that Romano brought this over and said it's all for Feliciano. Also tell him not to call me or Spain about the tomatoes because I will not answer any of his stupid questions. Capiche?"

"Ja, but why ar-"

"CAPICHE?"

"J-Ja."

"Then have a nice day." I stomped away and drove back to the Spaniard's house, not caring about the German.

The second I got home, my phone began ringing. I was going to kill Prussia for changing my ringtone to the song that goes "I'm too sexy for my shirt".

I picked up my phone after hearing the first six words.

"Ciao. This is Romano."

"Hola Lovinito!" Damn, what does he want? "I just wanted to let you know that I'm on my way home. I'll be home in an hour."

"Great. Might as well tell me what you're planning to do next month."

"Well, next month I'm-"

"Don't even start. Is that all you had to tell me?"

"Uhhhhh... I think so."

"Okay then goodby-"

"No wait!"

"What?" My voice sounded very whiny. Ew. I was becoming a girl.

"Te amo."

"C-Chigi... T-Ti amo, pomodoro b-bastardo. Ciao." Why was I blushing like an idiot? I really AM a girl. I checked to see if I turned into one yet. No signs.

"Chau, mi querido."

Sleep was all I could think about. I made sure my glasses were on, but not recording. I made myself comfy on the loveseat in the living room. I thought to myself This was going to be so much fun. I fell sleep pretty quickly.