Romano had a thing for you. It was obvious to many of your close friends, mostly Spain. He gave Romano crap about it whenever he could. Romano had always tried to get your attention, to make you fall for him, but never succeeded. So he believed.
Romano opened the door to your room. There you where, sound asleep, cuddling the stuffed lion that he had given to you on your birthday.
"I wish I was that lion," he mumbled before walking over to your bed, and kissing you on the forehead like he does every night. Then he realized you where crying.
"_," He whispered louder, "_!"
You woke up with a jolt. "Romano!" You cried pulled him down and buried your wet face in his chest. Romano smiled. He leaned down, and tilted you head up, and kissed you softly on the lips.
So much for being sound asleep.