It was Tuesday morning. Romano was woken up by the sound of a wheezing vacuum. He groaned and rolled over to face his clock radio. It was nine ofucking. What the hellt pestering him to "get off his lazy ass" or something along those lines. Even when his boss was telling him to get work done he still slept till ten-thirty.

Spain seemed to be vacuuming the living room of his gigantic house. Or at least the living room that Romano knew of. For all he knew the tomato bastard could have five fucking living rooms with rainbow fountains and tomatoes hanging from the ceiling. He knew that wasnt as rich as his house let on.

Which was why the irritating vacuum was sputtering and making loud rattling sounds. Or maybe it was because Romano couldnt going to get back to sleep with all the noise the Iberian country was making. So he rolled out of his bed on to the floor. Actually putting in effort to move would happen after he had his coffee.

Romano trudged down the stairs, practically growling at the headache forming from the increasing volume of the rattling machine. When he got to the kitchen he saw that the bastard had already made coffee which was luckily still hot enough, and he had fresh tomatoes from his garden in a bowl in plain sight. Romano sighed, almost content. The bastard knew him so well.

Once Romano had his coffee and quite a few tomatoes, he walked into the room where Spain was now attempting to dust various items with some clean rags.

Romanot going to feel better if he yelled at the bastard, but he still wanted revenge those hours of sleep he missed out on. So he crept up behind Spain and when he was a good ten centimeters away from him he yelled, re doing?!t contain himself anymore.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Spain trembled with the laughter falling easily from his lips. He leaned on the wall for support as he wheezed and his face turned even more red from the lack of oxygen.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Romano yelled indignantly. His cheeks turned red from embarrassment and he turned to stomp out of the room.

But Spain practically tackled him to the ground.

"Get off me you bastard!" Romano screamed as Spain didnLL-"

"Or yout tell what it was, but soon he didns thoughts.

Because Spain fucking kissed him. On the lips too! Not like he did when Romano was little and he kissed his forehead before bed. Not like when he kissed RomanoWhat do t-that again!t know when the next chance to do this would be. If It happened again ever. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the Italian. Oh god he smelled so nice this close. And Romano seemed to be trying to resist even though he kissed the Spaniard back with the taste of coffee and tomatoes still on his lips. Spain knew he liked it though. His eyes told him what he was thinking like he was an open book.

Spain pulled away after what seemed simultaneously like hours and seconds to the Italian. He stood up an offered Romano a hand to help him up. Romano didnt happen. However as Romano stared at the Spaniard he noticed his breathing was heavy, his face was red, and he kept glancing towards the shocked Italian on the floor.

Romano sat up and walked slowly upstairs to his room. He was confused by all the emotions tumbling though him.

It was way to fucking early for that shit.