I love Romano. But I didn't think he liked me back that way.

That's why I was so shocked to find what he was doing just now.

I walked into his bedroom, bringing him some lunch, to find him lying on the bed stroking his hair curl and moaning my name.

"Mmmm... Spain... Nnng..."

"Romano? What are you doing?" I ask. His hand shoots down from his hair and he stares at me guiltily.

"N-nothing! Get out! Would it kill you to knock? You don't just walk into someone's bedroom uninvited! Get out!"

"What were you doing? Why were you saying my name? What...?" But my questions remain unanswered as he gets up, pushes me out of the room and slams the door. I hear the lock click.

Later that day, as we watch TV, I look at his hair curl curiously. Just what is it? Well, only one way to find out. I reach out and touch it, and Romano immediately slushes a bright red.

"What are you doing? Don't t-touch that!" he mutters quietly. I take it in-between my finger and thumb.

"I won't let go until you tell me what it is." I tell him, and he goes a darker ed.

"I'm not going to t-tel you something like that!" I slide my fingers along it a little and he gasps and breaks. "All right! All right, I'll tell you! It's m-my... M-my... It's m-my er-rogen-nous zone!" I stare at him for a moment, then hastily release the hair, embarrassed.

"Wh-what-"

"Just don't touch it again!" he snaps. Nothing is really said for the rest of the evening.

About a week later, I accidentally touch it again, and provoke a reaction.

"Mm – I love you, Spain..." he moans. I freeze. But I am so stunned I haven't removed my hand. "Mmmmmnnnn... Ohhh, Spain... I looove you... Spaaaiin... MMMmmmmmmmmm..." I quickly remove my hand and he mutters "Don't stop" before realising hat's happening.

"Romano – you -?"

"No!" he yells, and runs out of the room.

I go up to his room to talk to him later. I find him curled up on his bed, sulking.

"What do you want?" he asks, all hostility.

"When you said... You loved me... Did you mean that...?"

"No! That was just – just a reaction! I would say that to anyone who touched me lie that!" he shouted, his face stupidly red. I reach over and kiss him. Taken by surprise, he doesn't kiss back, and I feel the hope fading inside me. Of course he didn't really love me. It was just a reaction. How could I be so stupid as to actually think...?

But now he is kissing me back. With a passion. I slowly break away.

"I love you too." I tell him, and he looks at me.

"Touch the curl." he says quietly. I hesitate, and he says it again. "Touch it." he prompts.

I reach up and stroke it slowly, and he shudders, a smile spreading across his face.

"Ohhh... Do that again..." I do, and smile at his reaction. "Oh, Spain, Spain... Don't ever stop... Don't everrrrr stooop..."