Disclaimer: I own not the characters nor the human names, but I am still the one who put words together for you to enjoy :)
"I don't wanna get up! I'm still sleepy!"
"Romano..."
"Shh! I'm asleep!"
A ding dong jolted Romano out of bed and not in a nice way.
"Who on earth is here now? Bastardo!"
Spain gasped. "Romano! Language! I know you heard that word before but that doesn't mean you can use it! And," he smirked, "that's Matthew." In an instant Romano was dressed and downstairs.
"Matthew!"
"Lovi!"
And they went off. This time Romano didn't hold back and though Matthew was a bit shy he slowly started getting more confident and bold.
"Rome!" They yelled simultaneously at the sound of the doorbell again. Francis flinched slightly.
Three little kids, looking surely no older than three years old ran off to the bedroom, then to the garden, then settled in the playroom to build their fort.
It wasn't long before the three growing toddler-nations decided they were hungry.
With the adults out with their bosses for the day, Romano confidently led them to the kitchen. "Usually, Spain doesn't let me in the kitchen alone, but he's not around to say no now."
Matthew nodded absentmindedly, rubbing his stomach.
The fridge contained a tragic lack of microwavable leftovers, so the trio decided to take matters into their own hands. Holy Rome stepped up, "I can cook," and that was the last time they let him in the kitchen.
"I've seen Francis cook all the time, I can do this!" But alas, here there were tomatoes and spaghetti but no French ingredients. And Matthew refused to use tomato sauce as a substitute for maple syrup.
Romano rubbed his hands together. "I can do this."
His loyal best friends slowly backed away.
"Your macaroni is the best Lovi! I'll ask Francis if he could make it!"
"I think Gilbert would like it as well, what's the recipe?"
Romano nodded happily, covered in flour and spaghetti sauce, devouring his food ravenously, making the stains on his outfit worse. They all froze when they heard the front door open and the resident cheerful Spaniard call his greeting.
They exchanged glances. The kids had long figures figured out that their brothers coming back always meant they had to go home, so away they went to their secret hiding place.
The three adults were surprised when they saw red bowls on the table and even more surprised when they saw the chaotic kitchen. They then had to make haste spending the rest of the day finding the kids, who were surprisingly hard to find, especially when they fell asleep, and then making their getaway before Spain could guilt them into helping them clean.
They bid each other goodbye and went off to their homes in other countries.
A/N: I hope that everyone enjoyed this chapter! The next one is slightly less fluffy though.
If you liked it please review! I you don't do the same! Please? :)
Bonus:
"Found you Roma!" Romano jolted awake from inside the closet where the three kids resided.
"Mr Spain?" Holy Rome yawned.
"Found you guys, c'mon, Francis and Gilbert are waiting."
He bent down to take the three sleepy children into his arms and made his way back to his own best friends, Romano snuggling happily into his chest.
