Lovino looked up at the blank ceiling. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he could hear the sounds of moans coming from his little brother's room. Not that he should care who his brother was dating or in this case sleeping with but he couldn't stand Ludwig. All around, the guy was nice and cared for his brother's feeling. And it could be worse, Feli could have fallen for his big brother who was a self-proclaimed "Prussian king of awesomeness".
He shake the idea out of his head and decided to grab a glass of water from the kitchen to clear his mind. He ran passed his brother's room fast one so he couldn't hear want was going on and two so he didn't rip the door of its hinges and throw the German out.
He sighed when got to the kitchen and rested his head against the cabinets "One day I'm going to kill that potato eating bastard"
"That's not a nice thing to say" a little voice came from behind Lovino. He tuned round and saw Eric hugging his pillow tightly.
"I can say what I want. What are you doing out of bed" he picked up the little four year old and felt a damp batch on the boy's clothing. "Did you wet the bed?"
Eric looked away and hugged into his pillow deeper before repaying softly "Don't tell Daddy".
"I won't" he made sure that he was holding onto the boy and started to make their way upstairs when Lovino heard the front door open and close. He looked around to investigate and saw an extremely tired looking Spaniard.
"Morning Lovino, I'll be up in a few minutes. Just need some food" Antonio yawned and walked in a zombie like motion towards the kitchen.
"Daddy looks tired. What's wrong with him" Eric asked.
"He works way too hard to keep you feed and in a nice house. Even if he rents rooms out to college brats like us." He grumbled as he walked over to the boy's room.
"But you're not all college brats. You're all like big brothers to me from the rebels like Gilbert to the 'I need a cuddle' sort like Matthew".
"What sort am I?" Lovino asked exquisitely as he placed the younger boy at the edge of the bed and looked over at the little stain on the sheets. He hauled the sheets off and went over to the cupboard and pulled out some new ones and put the new sheets on the bed.
"You're like Mama, always shouting when things go wrong but loving and caring" he yawned and crawled into the bed. Romano tucked the boy in and kissed him on the forehead.
"Sorry bambino, but I'm not like Mama" he looked back at the sleeping child and left. He walked back to his room and got into bed. Antonio came in after a few minutes and lay next to him.
"What was Eric doing out of bed".
"Just some bad dreams. Tomato bastard when are you going to tell him that Mama is not coming home".
Antonio kissed Lovino's neck "He's too young to understand".
Hi Hi, been a really long time since I wrote fanfic. Anyway be nice I was in a mothering mood when I did this plus I call Holy Rome Eric suits him. Hope you enjoyed ^_^, it's my first Hetalia one. Slán