Mafia Romano that's all that needs to be said.

"Romano I'm going to get some more tomatoes. Be back soon!" Spain said cheery as always. Romano just looked at him and went back to his siesta. When Romano woke up he noticed Spain was still gone. Romano thought for a moment when his stomach grumbled, he decided to go look for Spain .He did have freshly bought tomatoes. He left the house, leaving the front door open. Romano decided to go look for Spain at the market. When he arrived, the smell of fruits, vegetables, and flowers attacked him. He loved them; he walked around the stands looking for the Tomato Bastard. When he had circled the place about five times he decided that Spain wasn't here. He thought a moment before deciding that Spain was problem at Austria's house. Romano walked down the street towards Austria's, wearing only his green hood. When he finally arrived at Austria's he heard Spain's beautiful Spanish speaking voice.

"Aw you're so cute Italy! I would love to have you!" Romano was torn! Why did everyone love his little brother more than him? Why couldn't he get that kind of attention? Romano was mad, no furious.

"Spain you cheating bastard!" Romano yelled before running off towards town.

"Lovi! Wait! It's not what you think!" Spain yelled after him before starting to sob.

Romano ran all the way to center market, where he melted into the crowed. At least that's what he thought.

"Hey you! Yeah you, come here a second?" Romano was skeptical at first but decided to go anyway. He walked up to a man dressed in a brown cloak." Lovino Vargas, I am you're father." A silence fell over them both before Romano came back to his senses.

"Wai- What?"

"Ha just kidding it's me grandpa!"

"Grandpa Rome?"

"That's my name don't wear it out!" Rome was his usual happy." You know why I'm here right?" Rome asked. His smile never once leaving his face.

"No." Romano replied not caring.

"Well, I saw that you yelled at Spain and left him there, at Austria's house crying." Rome's voice grew more serious as he continued. "You shouldn't do that to friends."

"That tomato bastard is not my friend. He's a sad excuse for a country." Romano said snidely.

"Lovino Vargas! I'm surprised at you. You know, Spain has always thought highly of you. Even when you don't realize it. He brags about how cute you are to the other countries. Wither you notice it or not, he loves you, always has. Now go apologize to him." Rome said in his "ruler of the world voice".

"No, he rather have Italy then me, hell even you liked him more than me." Romano said. This pained Rome, because deep down he did tend to favorite Italy, he didn't mean to of course he couldn't help it. "Now if you don't mind I'm going to cut my connections and leave." Romano said turning to leave.

"Before you go, please, tell Spain you're sorry." Rome said sadly, be for vaporizing into the air.

"Fine…" Romano muttered to himself as he headed back towards Austria's house. When he got close enough he noticed Spain sitting on the curb, his face buried into his knees." Um, Spain?" Spain looked up, his eyes puffy and red.

"What? Came back to break the rest of my heart?" He cried out, Romano just shook his head.

"No I came back to say I was sorry." He walked over to Spain who was now standing.

"No Lovi, I'm sorry, I was stupid." Spain said in his angelic voice. Romano shockingly gave Spain a hug. After a moment Spain hugged back.

"Spain…This is good bye."