Once Romano entered Hetalia Gakuen, he couldn't help but to worried about his dimwitted brother. After a few months he had to stop checking on his brother during breaks because Italy was always with Germany. He couldn't trust that bastard. At the same time he had to, because his brother was getting better grades since the beginning of school. He was starting to like Germany. He must have been helping him study.
Romano." Hey, thanks Germany for helping my brother. He's really helpless."
Once Romano heard his voice, he was pretty shocked about how deep his voice was. "Oh, you must be Italy's brother. He always talks about you. It's easy to teach your brother if you put him on the reward system-"
Romano cuts him off. "Wait, what kind of reward?"
Germany. "Pasta. He is obsessed with pasta. Why? What kind of reward do you think I give him?"
Romano felt his face heating up. "Nothing. Well I have to leave." He bows. "Thank you very much."
As Romano was leaving the second-year floor to get the first-year one, he bumped into someone. "Watch where you're going you bastard!" Romano yelled as he got up from the floor. When Romano saw his face he blushed.
He was tall. Maybe about six feet tall. He had brown hair like milk chocolate. His eyes were emerald." Sorry." he said. "I'm Spain, and you are?"
"Romano" he whispered. "Huh? I didn't hear you. What is it?" Spain asked.
"NONE OF YOUR GOD DAMN BUSINESS"
"Okay. Sorry I ever bumped into you."
Romano was so angry with Spain. Like how can he talk to him like that?