An eye for an eye

by 6felikspolska9

Romano is once again mad at Spain but this time for good measure; he forgot his fucking birthday! Latvia's attempts to remedy the situation ends with a punch to the face and a very creepy Russia in search of revenge. After all no one touches Russian property, including angry Italians. Warnings inside. Beware, i had like, three days to write this so it kind of sucks.

1. Mistake

Short chapter is short. -_- well anyways, this is being written as a birthday present for my bestist friend my Lithuania! Happy 14th man!

WARNING: This is rated M for a reason. Frankly I don't care about the rule don't read if you're under 18 so go ahead if you want to. I mean I'm the one writing this. So have fun underage viewers! But seriously this has yaoi meaning BoyxBoy. Don't like, don't read.

Okay so I'm sure you guys probably want to get to reading now so I'll shut up. See you at the bottom! X3

~Chapter One: Mistake~

"I hate you, fucking Tomato Bastard!" Everyone in the summit meeting room flinched at the loud voice as a chair scraped back and Romano was looming over Spain. And he looked pissed. Not all that different from usual actually.

"Aw come on, Lovi~, what'd I do?" Spain whined.

"You know very well what you did Bastardo!"

"Ve~ Must you fight in the meeting Fratello?" Italy asked, putting a calming hand on his brother's shoulder. Romano only shook him off.

"You're DEAD Spain!" Romano launched himself at the older nation, missing as Spain leaped out of his chair.

"I honestly don't know what I did!" Spain dodged another punch as they darted around the room.

"Hey, g-guys, you sh-should r-r-really stop f-f-fighting p-p-p-please?" Latvia stepped in between them and held out his arms.

"DAMNIT SPAIN!" Romano's fist finally connected… with Latvia's face. The small nation fell to the ground and immediately everyone went quiet, except for Romano, who was blaming Spain for not putting his face in front of Romano's fist apparently.

Russia's face darkened and Lithuania inched away from him, knowing that look. It had been directed at him once… once or twice, he was used to consequences by then. He stared sadly at Romano. "sekmes, tu idiotas" He whispered.

Author's note:

MY COMPUTER WON'T TYPE THE SUPERSCRIPT DOT E! Well whatever. It won't type any other accents for that matter. *Casual table flip* I would be happy for reviews since this is my first Hetalia fic! X3 I hope you like it! Also if I get any translations wrong blame Google translate.

Translations: bastardo – bastard

Sekmes - Good luck

Tu idiotas – you idiot