"Eh? Did you fight with Spain again?" Feliciano Peered over the Bed to look at his brother who lay sprawled on the floor.
"No, he's- I just- I don't get him sometimes." Romano ruffled his own hair in frustration. "He tries too hard sometimes." Feliciano pondered his brother's words.
"Ve- maybe he likes you." He smiled at Romano who changed a colour of Red. "You know, like a parent should." Oh. Romano's face cooled off slightly. He did spoil Romano like one. With Hungary and Austria, Feliciano was expected to clean, not like he minded it much. Did Spain ever expect him to do that? Oh, wait… he did. He remembered the first week he began to live with him and how hard he tried to get him to even do anything. But eventually he gave up.
There was a knock on the door and Hungary walked in.
"Feliciano, we're going to be going soon." She smiled at the two brothers though at this age, one looked like a girl.
"Ah! Okay!" he gently jumped off the bed and helped his brother up.
Downstairs, everyone began to say their goodbyes. Spain, noticing the new company smiled.
"Little Romano are you going to miss your little brother?" He placed a hand on Romano's head, making him struggle to get it off.
"What do you think tomato freak?" to this Spain laughed, scooting the young boy out the door and waving.
Even after everyone had left, Spain still found the comment humorous.
"It's not funny!" Romano began to turn colour a little. Spain didn't know how to raise kids, that is, he hadn't done it in a long time. There was a long pause and then Romano spoke up.
"Is there a reason you took me to live here?"
"Ah?" He blinked, a little surprised at the question that was to him out of the blue. He cleared his throat. "Well, let's see…" he pondered it. "Fate?" Romano's face once again returned to red.
"What kind of fate is this?" the red deepened, only making Spain laugh harder. He yawned, smiling at Romano.
"But now, I think it's time to sleep."
A good year or two had passed but Romano did not forget that. One night in particular was unbearably miserable. The subject on his mind seemed to be Fate. He walked down the hall and opened Spain's door.
"Spain, you're bothering me." Romano inched a little closer.
"What?" he looked over his pillow at the young boy. Romano walked timidly (for being Romano anyways) up to him.
"Remember what you said that one time when Austria and everyone, you know way back when, about Fate? I remembered it and it started to bother me."
"Ah." He closed his eyes and for a moment Romano thought he had gone back to sleep. "Come, sit." He patted the Empty space next to him. Romano climbed up, pouting slightly.
"Well, sis you mean it?" he looked away as to not catch his gaze. Then he felt a hand on the top of his head.
"I mean everything I say." He smiled, hoping to console the child.
"Does that mean I'm going to be stuck with you?" Romano plopped down next to him and nestled his head onto the pillow.
"Hey I should be saying that!" he gave him a peck on the forehead. "Good night my little Romano."
The tips of Romano's ears changed to red. "Whatever tomato freak."
"Answer the damn phone… Damn it!" He hung up as soon as the answering machine had gone off. Romano had grown so much that the fascination with Fate seemed like a blurred memory of childhood. He had called everyone in the book looking for Spain who had disappeared.
"He knew I was coming I had told him a week ago. He always does this that tomato freak." Romano had called Spain, asking him if he could visit him. They had set it all up a week in advance…. For two days ago. Upon arriving, he found a note saying Spain had "stepped out".
As he began to dial the next number, he began to do it slowly. The phone rang on the other line and someone had picked it up. "Prussia, where's Spain."
"Hey what's with the attitude, little Romano? Ja, and I was just about to tell you too." Romano gritted his teeth to Prussia's words. One day, he was going to kill him, but today was not that day.
"Please, Gilbert, tell me where he is." There was a sound of Satisfaction from the Prussian and then silence.
"Hey Antonio, phone." There was some shuffling in the background followed by laughter and other random signs of life.
"Hm? Oh hey Romano!"
"Don't 'oh hey Romano!' me! You skipped out on me, and I've been picking up your messes around here for two days!" he felt his face get hot as he talked.
"You've been there for two days?" Spain leaned against the wall, smiling. "Without me?"
"You know what? Screw this-" he was reaching for the End call button.
"No! I'll be back soon! I promise." He laughed slightly.
"Whatever tomato freak." Romano hung up the phone back in the wall. He sat down in the Study desk chair spinning slightly. "Damn it, he's going to drive me to drinking." Speaking of which, he really needed one. Just one, though.
"Going so soon?" France watched Spain put his jacket on.
"But you just got here!" Prussia sat up suddenly.
"Yeah, about three days ago." He had begun to tie one of his shoes on. "Besides, someone's waiting for me."
"What, you mean short stop? I don't see why you spoil him so much. I've never seen such a disgusting- " Prussia could finish his rant, the victim of it had disappeared. "Damn it Antonio! I wasn't done yet!" Both France and Prussia stared at each other.
"Ah, young love." France laughed softly, "isn't it cute?"
"Young love? My ass, he's old enough to be his Father." He laughed, slumping back down into his chair.