This takes place when Romano was younger and he discovers Spain's... unique.... sport........

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"A what?"

"It's called a corrida de toros(1), Lovino"

The Italian frowned, he didn't like how that sounded not one bit.

"So…. You go in…. and run…. A bull?" Romano asked trying to sound uninterested.

"Yeah, haha, I suppose you could call it that." Antonio laughed as he smoothed the wrinkles of his sparkled covered vest.

"You look stupid in that." Roman said crossing his arms and looking annoyed to be there.

He had been taken to a strange stadium, forced to see Antonio risk his life chasing after a bull. He wouldn't admit it, but he was worried as hell. Right now they were in a changing chamber, and Antonio was wearing the most ridiculous shiny vest Romano had seen in his life.

"And what am I supposed to do while you kill yourself?" he tried not to sound as he cared at all, but Antonio saw right through it. He smiled and patted his head.

"You can see from the stands or wait here for me. But if you do see from up there, I hope you're cheering for me…"

"Thank you, but no thank you. If you want, go get yourself killed, but make it quick, remember my nap is at 3."

Antonio sighed and took what seemed like a red blanket.

"Wish me luck, little Lovino." He said with a charming smile and walked out.

Romano stayed still for a few seconds, when he heard the roar of the crowd calling Antonio's name, he dashed out, pushing his way into the stands and sitting next to a woman who was fanning her self energetically.

Romano intertwined his hands, saying a small prayer so that the knucklehead wouldn't hurt himself. He looked restlessly as Antonio walked around in the arena, bowing, and flashing that smile that was legendary for wooing women all over Europe.

He shifted nervously not knowing what to expect, and looking around fearfully as people threw flowers at Antonio.

"Pequeño(2), what are you doing here? Are you lost?" the lady besides Romano was looking at him worriedly and looking around. "Where are your parents?"

Romano thought for a bit and then pointed to the arena. "What? Is the matador your father?" Romano shook his head furiously. "He's my… guardian…." He said wondering if she'd believe it.

"Ah… I see…. Is it your first time in una corrida?"

Romano nodded and blushed as the next words left his mouth: " I don't know what happens… Will Spa- I mean, Antonio be ok? They won't hurt him right?"

The woman smiled though there was a bit of a twitch in her face "Don't worry, pequeño, he'll be all right." A lie.

Romano gulped, he knew how to recognize a lie, and the woman was lying.

'You imbecile,' he thought 'if something happens to you….'

Romano's thoughts where interrupted as a big door was opened and a bull easily three times Antonio's size came out buffing and hitting the floor with his hoof.

Romano felt the blood run from his face. He turned to Antonio, surprised and angry to find him staring right at him with a sly smile on his face.

He didn't even seem to notice as the bull charged at him.

"Girati idiota! Il toro, il toro! Guarda il toro non me!(3)!" Romano yelled frantically.

On the last possible second, Antonio made an elegant whirl and passed the strange red blanket on the bull's face. The corrida had started.

It was a whole hour of Romano having constant panic attacks as the bull charged Antonio, who gracefully evaded it once and again.

On a certain point, men in horses had arrived and had given Antonio some spears that he'd driven into the bull's back.

In normal circumstances, Romano would've been scandalized and angry at Antonio but right now, he just wanted to see the Spaniard safe back at the manor where he would certainly express his feeling on corridas.

Finally, the huge bull fell exhausted to the ground and everyone cheered and called Antonio's name, except for a small, young maiden, who was cursing out loud in Italian, making his way to the changing chambers of the matadores(4), and seemed very upset.

Antonio was exhausted, Romano could see that easily, but he had a satisfied grin. He gave a bouquet of flowers he had been thrown to the little angry Italian.

Perhaps he would let him off the hook, for now.

"How did you like it? Wasn't I great?"

Or perhaps not.

"Oh Gesù cosa pensavi di fare?!" (5)

Antonio winced, if Lovinito spoke Italian, it meant he was beyond furious.

"Hehe come on, Lovinito, I didn't survive the bull to be killed here, did I?" Antonio asked jokefully hoping it would somehow soften the little angry Italian.

Romano was about to answer when his sight suddenly became blurry. He walked infront of the Spaniard and climbed into his arms.

"Nap… take me home…" came the soft drowsy voice between Antonio's arms.

The Spaniard looked amazed at the small white bundle in his arms. He smiled and taking his things careful not to move the small Italian in his arms.

"I'm so glad your not a girl…" he whispered as he left for home.

"…. Heard that…."

"Ups… hehehehe"

Corrida de toros: i dont know if there's a direct traduction for that one, but well... it's a bull run?..... search it on google if u dont know -w-

Pequeño: little one

Girati idiota! Il toro, il toro! Guarda il toro non me! : Turn around you idiot! The bull, the bull! Watch the bull not to me!

Matadores: matadors

Oh Gesù cosa pensavi di fare??: What, in the name of our lord Jesus Christ where you thinking!?"

So first chapter in a looong line of ideas I have for oneshots, enjoy and review!! Gets u a tomato!!

Edit: thanks for correcting my Italian!! and the tomato/tomatoe thing... bare with me, plz, english is not my lenguage (as you could've known from the use of Spanish and corridas de toros), if there are any other mistakes, do tell and I swear I'll correct them!!