Summary: A typical day, on a typical morning, in a not so typical household. One shot.
Disclaimer: Hetalia and its characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Spain's mini bad touch trio
The only thing to describe the house early that morning is
CHAOS
And this is what Spain had woken into.
Lovino ( ) making a mess by trying to clean which only ended with a much bigger mess, which would cause Alejandro (Mexico) to face palm and shake his head in frustration at the same time made Juan (Philippines) narrow his eyes and mumble something in his language which suspiciously sound like a death threat, probably for giving him additional chore.
"Buenos Dias chicos!" Antonio cheerfully greeted by the door only for him to repeat Alejandro's reaction upon seeing the mess.
"Dios mio Lovino, when will you learn to properly do your chores?" he asked.
"S-shut up tomato bastard i-it wasn't my f-fault, t-the bookshelf has a weak footing" he reasoned out.
"A bookshelf doesn't have a foot, you're just a clumsy idiot" said Juan while pushing the shelf upright and re-arranging the books.
"You mango bastard!" yelled Lovino as he went to grab Juan only to be pull back by Alejandro.
"Calm down you two, its way too early for a squabble"
"The mango bastard started it!" yelled Lovino pointing to Juan and Juan being a smart mouth he is smirked saying "so you admit it's your fault tomato bastard jr."
Lovino got confused "what do you mean?" To which Juan replied not loosing the smirk. "Three fingers pointed to you." He said while gesturing for Lovino to look at his hand in which he immediately put down fuming.
"Alright that's enough, why don't we have breakfast?" suggested Antonio while retreating for the dining area. The trio followed.
~time skip to the middle of breakfast~
Antonio sighed… heavily, he thought the fight was over… but no! Seeing two of his 'little brothers' were still fighting albeit with just their glare and the tension in the room is so thick you may as well cut it with a knife. The silence was broken when…
SPLAT!
Okay he's very much sure that was the tomato sauce from Lovino's food landing on Juan's temple.
SPLAT!
And now Juan's mango jam went sailing to Lovino's cheek.
SPLAT!
Oh and look the toast were tossed like shuriken and landed on Alejandro's head, which said boy had chucked a jalapeño in return ooh… that must have sting Lovino.
SPLAT!
There goes the egg whose shell had cracked on Juan's head.
SPLAT!
Now I believe that pigs can fly, well… in bacon form that is.
As the simple glaring erupted into a full blown food war, Antonio was…
Oh shit… he snapped
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" he yelled breathing heavily his conquistador side emerging. Immediately the trio stopped. Stiffly looking at their caretaker.
"Alejandro, Juan and Lovino living room NOW!" he barked causing the three to comply without question in times like this they learned not to question Antonio.
~later~
"I can't believe you would result into disrespecting the food Dios had so graciously grant us" said Antonio lecturing the three as they kneel with their arms forward supporting a stack of books. They've been at it for thirty minutes.
"And what can you say for yourselves? You're better than this." he asked as the trio pretty much looking like beaten puppies sniffs while they answered.
"We promise to never do it again" they chorused. Antonio heaves a big sigh as he motioned for them to get up in which they are thankful for.
"Off you go then" he replied. "What am I going to do with them? Dios, help me por favor!" he silently prayed only to groan as he heard another arguing.
"Dios mio ayudame!" he cried.