Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic, so it's not brilliant but thanks for clicking on it~

This fanfic was written by both me and my friend, BakaNemu. It's a humor/romance/parody sort of story, so… please do enjoy :D

'We're already poor enough as it is! And you keep on insisting in spending money on that useless South Italy! He can't even help clean up the place properly, why won't you just let him go already?!'

'Heheheh… he may be useless… but he's still my little henchman.'

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The morning sunlight shone through the half opened window. Romano opened his eyes hesitantly, and sat up on his soft king sized bed that he shared with his annoying little brother. He rubbed his temples, remembering the dream he had. Fuck, not again. The same dream had been haunting the Italian for a whole week now. He knew clearly that what happened in his dream was just a distant memory, but he did not want to be reminded of those embarrassing times, and simply wanted to forget about the whole incident. He was young back then, and completely useless… but he was stronger now; well, at least he hoped he was. But it won't fucking leave me alone. With a sigh, Romano began heading towards the bathroom, before realising that the other side of the bed was empty. He prayed that his idiotic brother was alright… and hoped that the potato bastard, Germany, hadn't raped him or something. Cursing to himself as he knocked down several items before entering the shower, he began to get ready for the busy day ahead of him.

'Well, what is it you want then? You're wasting my precious time here.' The Brit sitting across from Romano raised one of his caterpillar eyebrows up. Romano gulped. And no, he wasn't fucking scared of him dammit. He lifted his shaky tea cup to his lips, before taking a sip. England coughed awkwardly, reminding the Italian that he was still here and waiting for him to bloody tell him why he came here so suddenly.

'So…' England was starting to get impatient.

'Ok ok, you damn impatient bastard. Won't even let me enjoy my fucking tea.' Romano mumbled into the tea cup, getting slightly irritated at the English jerk.

England rolled his eyes, before letting the flustered Italian continue.

'I… I've been having the same recurring dream lately' Romano explained, slightly embarrassed that he had to tell someone about this.

'Erm… okay then… So what's the dream about?' England asked, confused as to why Romano was confining this to him.

'W-Well… dammit. It's about when I was still living with that tomato jackass, Spain. His boss was scolding him as he was s-spending money on me, even though he didn't have much. Dio mio… this is fucking embarrassing. Just… Just stop the dreams already goddammit!' Romano's face was red as beetroot now, as he gave an exhausted sigh.

England wanted to laugh at this rather odd confession, but as a gentleman he managed to suppress it. 'And… you think I can help you stop it?' He asked, with a smirk.

'Well… you're the one with the creepy magic and crap! I'm sure you can cast some sort of weirdass spell to stop the fucking dreams, right?' Romano was silently pleading the Brit to say yes.

'Actually, no.' Romano's face fell, and no, he was not about to cry. He was a manly guy. Manly guys don't cry pussy tears like his stupid wuss of a brother.

'But… after hearing your erm… rather interesting dream, I think I know how to get rid of it.' England finished his sentence, taking another sip of his tea. Damn, it was good.

Romano lightened up immediately, upon hearing those words. 'How? You should've said sooner, eyebrows.'

England tried to not look offended by the comment, and daintily placed his tea back onto the table.

'Well, I think it's an omen. Spain was helping you even back then, right? He was in pretty bad shape too…'

'Yeah, yeah, just get on with it already.'

'Romano, did you ever thank him at all for all the things he's done for you?'

'T-Thank him?' Romano blinked, what the hell is this bat crazy guy talking about? Of course he had thanked him… right? If he remembers correctly… he went to Spain's room that day, stole his bed, mumbled a thanks and then headbutted the Spaniard. See? He did thank him.

England sighed. This guy was stupider than he thought he was. 'Thank Spain properly. Your guilty conscious is acting up, that explains the dreams. You need to repay Spain for all the things he's done for you.'

'T-The hell?! Is that it? Pfft, I can do that you stupid bastard…' Romano stood up, heading for the door. How the hell did he not think of that? Goddammit, now he looks like an idiot. 'And don't even think I'll thank you, eyebrows!' With that, Romano walked out the door, slammed it shut and began his journey home.

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How the fuck was he meant to thank Spain?!

How can he repay him?!

Whatever it's going to be… it's got to be fucking brilliant.