HEY! IF YOU'RE READING THIS: YAY! YOU ARE NOT LAZY! OK NOW THIS STORY IS GOING TO BE MAYBE A COUPLE CHAPTERS LONG MAYBE 6 OR 7 BUT TOWARDS THE ENDING THE STORY IS GOING TO HAVE THREE DIFFERENT ENDINGS. IT'S GOING TO HAVE DIFFERNET SENERIOS WITH DIFFERENT ENDINGS WITH DIFFERENT COUPLES.

Tomato Love Triangle

"Romano."

Romano stirred in his sleep to the sound of his name. He groaned and rolled over, turning his back to the voice.

The annoying voice sounded again, "Roma! Roma! Wake up! It's eleven in the morning It's time to wake up and greet the sunshine!"

Romano was now awake, partially. He realized now it was Spain that was waking him up. He was tired and didn't get much sleep last night because all he heard was that Spanish loon talking on the phone all night. I don't want to 'greet the sunshine' I want to get back to greeting my mattress, you bastard! "GO AWAY! I DON'T WANT TO FREAKING GREET THE SUNSHINE!"

"Oh, but, Romano, you simply must! Come on mi amigo!"

Romano grunted the pulled the pillow up over his head.

Spain started poking his body, "Roma! Romaaaaaaa!"

Romano felt anger fuming up into him as he tried to ignore the annoying man.

Spain gave up and stopped poking Romano, "Too bad you won't get up. Belgium and Netherlands were supposed to come… I guess I'll just call and cancel." Spain sulked sadly to the door.

It only took two seconds for Romano's brain to comprehend what Spain had just said. Belgium? The beautiful Belgium; the one I've had a crush on since early formation of my country, the one that fills my stomach will lots of yummy treats, the one I can't even utter a word out without tripping over my words and getting red in the face, the one that's always been nice to me, the one that made all my past crushes amount to nothing. THAT BELGIUM!? Romano jumped out of bed and practically tackled Spain. "NO! I'M UP! I'M UP! I'LL GREET THE STUPID SUNSHINE OR WHATEVER!"

"Yay! Gracias mi amigo! Come on! They're right downstairs!"

Romano's face turned into shock and he screamed at Spain, "WHAT!? YOU TELL ME THIS NOW YOU BASTARD!?"

Spain's face showed pure fear at Romano's sudden out burst. Romano pushed him out of his bedroom. Romano slammed and locked the door. He leaned against it scared. ¿Qué coño voy a hacer? I only have a small amount of time to get changed.

Romano ran to his closet and started throwing out apparel after apparel behind him. Now, all his clothes were scattered around the floor like a sea of fabric. He rummaged through the mess, searching for something to wear. He finally settled with just a maroon t-shirt and tan khakis. Then he slipped on his black sneakers and left his room with just one final check of his reflection in the mirror.

Romano was about to walk down the steps that led to the main floor of the house that he shared with Spain when he heard giggling. Romano moved to the catwalk's wrought iron railing and ducked down on the ground to get a better view. His eyes opened wide when he saw Belgium. His heart started beating faster. His heart stopped when he saw that she was talking with Spain.

"Oh, Spain! You're so funny!" Belgium giggled.

"I'm so glad you could make it here! Long time no see chica!" Spain said joyously.

"I'm very sorry that we have grown so apart! I'm sorry Netherlands couldn't make it. He told me to tell you that he doesn't send his regrets."

"Oh ok! Well that leaves you, me, and Romano then!"

"Speaking of Romano, where is he?" Belgium's face twisted up confused.

"Oh he'll be down soon. He didn't greet the sun early enough."

Spain's words only made Belgium more confused. She quickly changed the subject. "Oh! I baked you these!" Belgium handed Spain a box with waffles inside.

Spain peeked into the box and his heart was filled with joy. "¡Muchas gracias!" Spain pecked Belgium on the lips as in a thank you.

Belgium's face blushed but then the corners of her mouth twitched up like a cat.

Romano felt a mix of hatred, sadness, and anger. Spain just stabbed his heart by doing this, with just one kiss. Romano fought back tears and kept watching.

Belgium wrapped her arms around Spain and hugged him close. "Your welcome!"

Another stab. Romano thought.

Spain's laughter echoed around the house.

Romano felt his eyes water and as much as he tried not to cry, a tear slid down both of his cheeks. He wiped his eyes and ran back to his room.

He slammed the door closed behind him. He knocked all the things off his desk and shelves angrily, grunting and screaming. Then he punched the walls until his knuckles ached. He slid down a wall and stared at his red throbing fists. Stupid Spain! How could he just waltz in and do that!? I've loved her far more than you! How could he do this to me!? Romano started to cry. He knew the question he should've asked himself but he was to afraid to say it, Why did Belgium hurt him?