My chibi Spaniard

Chapter 1: Romano

I glance down at my new silver watch in disgust. Irritation seeps through my veins as I realize that my tomato loving bastard is late. Again. Anger threatened to seep out but in order to keep from scaring the beautiful girl in front of me I held it in. To be this tardy to a date was unusual for the Spaniard and it annoyed me greatly since we had just spent a whole day before fighting whether or not we would even go to the damn restaurant.

"I can't believe that damn jerk! He stood me up" I mumble under my breath. With a heavy, unforgiving sigh he set off to the bastards' house ready and waiting for the excuse that the Spaniard had.

~~OUO~~

As I glanced at the house an eerie feeling seemed to float in the air as I walked up to the steps. Normally Antonio would have dashed out of his house mumbling his apologies in Spanish, or even Italian if he knew he was in real trouble and since I considered this to be big trouble since I decided to sit and wait.

I waited.

And waited

And waited.

When it got to the point to where I couldn't take it anymore I yanked the crown shaped door knocker and slammed it with a fierceness' that put a dent on the door.

"Bastard! Get out here and face me!" I yelled through the door frame. After five more minutes of waiting I finally grabbed the spare key from under an orange glass pot.

I held the silver key in my hand letting the cold silver send shivers down my arms. The key was much more special than most would expect to be. It was made from pure silver and still shined as if it was brand new. Originally we had gotten my fratello to craft and shape it into a crown (Spain called me the king of hearts or something like that) the grasp was a small heart with a bright memorizing red ruby in the middle. I had never actually had to use this key so it felt odd to push it into the golden keyhole and listen for those three clicks signifying that the door was open.

I pulled the key out dropping it into my pocket and making a mental note to myself that I'd return it later when we left.

When I pushed the door open I could tell something was wrong; on the floor was a bunch of red, yellow and white roses if full bloom but they were sprawled in every direction. A small light tan basket sat across room from the roses and was empty. Something was wrong. The basket lay on its side with the tomatoes seeming to pour outward in every direction.

I scanned the empty hallway of the house and heard absolute silence. Fear began to get the best of me as my hands quickly clamed up and my thought went dry. I quickly paced down the hall to the kitchen occasionally calling out "Spain…?" quietly hoping to find the Spaniard taking his daily siesta on the couch in the living room but when the black leather arm chair revealed its empty seating things escalated quickly.

" Spain! " I began to rush up the stairs yelling out to the house , "bastard! Where the hell are you?!" as I yelled I began throwing the doors open taking a minute to determine whether anyone sat in the room and after several failed attempts my mind began to make up scenarios most of which were not pleasant.

When I finally reached the last room my hand began to shake. I paused before gripping the handle and opening the door completely .my eyes scanned over the room hoping, hell I was praying that Antonio was somewhere inside this room.

There was an eerie silence that overcame the room. A plain looking bed sat in the center of the room though it was hardly something to look at since the sheets on top looked as though they hadn't been touched in decades judging from the layer of dust on them. I stepped closer and noticed that part of the corner of the bed sheet dripped onto the floor, lying in a small heap.

I glanced at the closet knowing not a single dumbass in this world would hide there. 'Not even Spain' I thought miserably.

Small silver tears began to trail down my face as I stepped out the door of the room and I abruptly knocked the ball of my fist against the door. There was a quiet echo that sounded through the room but then I heard a shuffling noise. I turned around at the closet and heard it again. I ran to the French styled doors and tore them open

On the floor in front of me sat a small brunette boy. His face seemed to be of a tan origin but at the moment it looked as if the kid had seen the devil himself. He backed as far into the small closet as he could while looking up at me with bright electric green orbs. He had nothing on but a pair of pure white trousers covering what little piece of butt the kid had.

"who are you?" I ask the boy trying to keep my temper under wraps.

"…Mi…mi llamo es España"

Shock.

That's what registered on my face first.

Then anger.

I pull the boy by the hand out of his ridiculous hiding spot in the closet and stand him in front of me. I grab his tan shoulders and yank his face to be in line with mine squeezing the cheeks with an enormous amount of pressure.

"You better listen here you little squirt. I know Antonio and I can promise you he's a hell of a lot bigger than I'll ask again: who. Are. You?" I use my best mafia inspired death glare and search the child's eyes for any sign of weakness but soon the eyes began to half close and warm wet tears began to drizzle down my hand.

"Me-e llamo es-españa!" he cried. His small chubby hands began to claw at mine and between the tears and the yelling coming from the boy I chose to set the child down. that quickly lead to him dashing to the other side of the room shrinking back into that closet corner going as far as the wall would allow.

I watched the boy rubbing my sore eyes. It was way too damn early for this. After sitting myself onto the bed in the room I watch the boy. He had his eyes screwed shut and was holding onto a dark brown wooden cross that hung from his neck. He was mumbling prayers and rocking himself back and forth which reminded me of the way he used to do that when I was a child. I didn't want to believe it at first.-I mean I really didn't want to believe it- but when I looked into those huge electric green eyes moments before I could see the small golden specks that always seemed to appear when Tonio grew angry or upset. I had tried to ignore it at first but I have never, ever met anyone with those eyes before.

"Hey…hey kid come here for a sec"

The boy opened his eyes briefly and then shut them once more when he realized I was talking.

"Bastard." I mumble under my breath "you said your name is Antonio si?"

"Si! Si! That's my name! Yo soy Spain!" The kid or I mean… Spain… sat up with ferocious speed and walked up to me stopping about halfway out of the closet. After about ten minutes of standing there and staring atme the kid realized that I wasn't going to hurt him and sat himself next to me. I rubbed my eyes once more before leaning down and pinching the little boys cheeks slightly

"Hey! Why'd you do that for?!" he snapped while rubbing his face

"Just making sure that you're real and that I'm not crazy"

"Of course I'm real! You're the one wearing weird clothes and talking with a weird accent!"

I arched a brow at him surprised by the spunk this little boy had. It's funny now that I think about it since the only thing I ever got from Antonio was pure- so sweet it gives you cavities- affection. This kid had enough spark that it was truly a surprise that him and Spain were one in the same

…

Ha, I rhymed. Like the coolest damn person ever.

Yup.

…

Anyway…

I began to stand to get up but I was stopped when a small hand grab my shirt cuff.

"Have you seen big brother Portugal? I miss him… Where is Portie?" he began to sniffle again and tears began to threaten to appear. I looked down in disgust glancing around the room to find anything that could possibly keep this child from wailing all over again-you people wonder why I hate kids).

'God damn it Spain!' I thought angrily 'you know how to make people happy I'm not good at this kind of crap!' An idea formed in my head as I my eyes settled on Antonio's delicious tomato garden.

"Stay here" I informed the miniature Spain. He sat were he stood still rubbing his red eyes and I left to find Spain's kitchen. I grabbed two of the largest brightest tomatoes I could find and quickly rinsed them in the sink. I then dashed back up the steps to find the child where I left him. I tossed him the tomato and he caught it with his small hands. I sat on the floor and bit into the skin of my juicy fruit enjoying the succulent flavor and all the while watching the younger male in front of me just stare at it.

"Oi! Why aren't you eating it? I took the time to go and get it so what's taking you so damn long?" I asked irritated

"What… What it is this?" he asked turning the tomato with his wrist.

"What does it look like it's a tomato you idiot."

"What's a tomato?"

I stared at him in disbelief.

"You mean to tell that you don't know what these are?" Mini Spain shook his oversized head and I began to think this over .It was Antonio himself who brought tomatoes from America when I was a child but, now that I think about it, he was about eighteen when he ruled over me does that mean…

"Hey España, how old are you?" I asked as he continued to turn the red fruit in his hand.

"I'm about ten years old. Why?"

"That young, huh?" I say out loud.

"What? Oh I'm not that young. I've been ten for about" he counted on his fingers , "about fifty years now." He said satisfied.

He finally mirrored my actions and took a huge bite out of the tomato. Suddenly his chubby little face had a smile plastered on it and all of his tears had disappeared.

"Wow! This is amazing señor! What do you call this amazing thing?" he asked with his eyes practically sparkling.

"I told you already, it's a tomato" I said with a slight smile

"Oh! I'm going to call it…a…a tomate in Spanish! Hmmm tomate you're so good!" he was grinning ear to ear and when he finally finished the plump fruit he began to stare at me.

"What?" I ask

"Oh señor, I know it's not really polite to ask you this but you haven't told me your name…"

I looked at the boy in the eyes and smiled (just a bit, not enough for him to notice since I do have a reputation to keep) "Lovino." I nodded for a moment processing this new piece of information but then his eyes grew twice their normal size looking almost like orbs.

"As in… abuelo Rome's grandson?! I've met abuelo Rome… or my brother has… but still! That's muy fantástico! Wait then how are you so tall? You're supposed to be younger than me! Portugal said so!" his green orbs began to grow the golden hidden speck and I realized my mistake.

"What I meant was…" think Lovino think! "I'm Lovino's …older brother…. Lovi? "

He glanced up at me with a questioning look on his face then a huge smile grew making it almost impossible not to smile back.

Almost.

"Ohhhh~ Okay so your Lovino's older brother? Wow, Mr. Rome must not be very skilled at name kids huh. I mean your name is practically the same as Lovino's~ At first I thought you were an impersonator or something but I guess you're related to him since you do look a lot like him."

"What?" I asked looking at him in surprised.

"You look like little Romano! Well except for the fact he's really small and babyish and you're kind of big and tall!"

"So you've met me- I mean… Romano, already?"

"Uh-huh! He's really cute with those chubby cheeks and that dark red hair. He even has this one piece of hair that sticks out just like yours does!" I smiled a bit this time allowing the miniature Spaniard to see my amusement.

"One day I'm going to be his big brother! I'll watch over him the same way big brother Portugal used to watch over me!" I arched an eyebrow listening intently. "Oh but not yet. I'm going to have to be big and strong for Romano so I can protect him! Yeah! That stupid Inglaterra is going to have to watch his pale back when I grow up!"

And with that mini Spain picked a clothes hanger, and began swatting it around sword fighting with his imaginary foe that probably was a certain Brit we both knew.

'Looks like Spain chose me after all.' A small smile touched the corners of my lips.

"Um…señor…One more thing… um do you have a shirt I could wear? I'm unarmored and really cold…" Spain hid his face but I still caught the red blush forming on his cheeks. I took a minute to think about how I should handle the situation and finally after coming to an answer I stood up and began walking out of the doorway. About halfway I turned my head over my shoulder looking at Spain without fully turning around.

"You coming Spain?" I watched him jump up and dash over to my side grabbing my hand in his. Even with them being so small they still fit perfectly into mine.. We walked out of the room but upon leaving the doorway I felt a small squeeze on my hand.

"Do you think that we'll find big brother?" he looked down to the floor and a small frown took place on Antonio's face. I didn't know what to do so I knelt down at eye level and smiled.

"Why wouldn't we?"

He smiled losing that horrible frown and with that we began our search for mini sized clothes for my mini sized Spaniard.

A/n: Hello world of fanfiction dot net! So I'm a brand new straight off the rack writer. I've never posted anything that I've written so I'm honored that you chose to read my story~. I know personally that there's a ton of other stuff that you could have read but you read mine so that makes me happy~ uh, okay, I'm going to post the next chapter to this every other Friday and if your excited to keep reading feel free to check it out~

Thanks~~~~~ all comments and reviews are welcome~