Chapter 2:

Romano sighed after he finished explaining his situation to his audience. All eyes around the room were on him. Romano wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, before looking back up at the intimidating countries. Damn, how he hated the attention. Why was he even doing this again?

'Vee~ Fratello' a familiar whiny voice cut off Romano's thoughts as his attention turned back to the crowded conference room in front of him.

He blinked a few times, hearing America give an awkward cough as England dug his elbow into his ribs, telling him to shut the hell up.

'So, what you're saying is that you want to give a thank you present to big brother Spain?~' Italy grabbed onto Romano, his face way too close for comfort.

'Goddammit Veneciano!' he pushed his brothers face away, 'Give me some fucking space to breathe! And yes, I need you bastards to help me to think of one… n-not that I can't think of anything of course, just t-that I value your opinions… Yeah t-that's it!' Romano stuttered slightly, trying to form the right words.

Italy grinned his dim little smile before exclaiming, 'PASSSTTAAAAA~'

'Oh for god sake Veneciano, I'm not giving Spain fucking pasta!' The whole room watched as the younger Italian cried out pasta over and over again, chanting and singing the word whilst the older one hit him with a magazine that he had found on the table.

'Both of you, cut it out!' Germany rubbed his temples, trying to clear out his headache. 'Everyone speak one at a time, and let's just think of a present already! We'll start with you France, seeing as you're a good friend of Spain.'

Romano put down the magazine, frowning as Italy was crying in pain beside him. No, he did not feel guilty for hitting his annoying brother on the head multiple times. Though he might cook him pasta later on… but not because he feels guilty, just because he feels like it… dammit.

'Ah, mon cher~ I'm so glad you called us out to this meeting' France winked at Romano, before continuing on.

'Hmm, a thank you gift for Spain? Well… nothing better than a little… l'amour~' France wiggled his eyebrows, giving the now blushing Italian a smirk.

'T-The hell, you pervert! W-What's that meant to mean?!' Romano looked away from the Frenchman, who was now laughing and choking on his red wine, rather ungracefully. Serves him right, I hope he fucking chokes to death. Romano snickered as he imagined the red wine on France's shirt was his blood instead.

'You know what I mean' France lifted his wine up to his lips again, having recovered taking a sip of the drink. 'Give the Spaniard some love… It's the best gift a person can receive after all!'

Romano was interested now. Best gift? Well… he was trying to think of the best thank you gift for the Spanish idiot…and if it means getting rid of those ridiculous dreams…

'H-How?' Romano was blushing furiously now, as he looked down at the floor, like it was the most interesting thing ever.

With a satisfied grin, France replied with 'Mon ami, please, let me show you. I cannot simply describe such a beautiful thing like l'amour with words… such must be done with actions, non?'

'D-Dammit… do w-whatever you want!' Romano glared at the French bastard, his face still slightly red.

'Very well then~ Why don't you come around to my place tomorrow then… let me show you a gift Spain will never forget.' Romano nodded in agreement, and stood up wanting to leave the place already. He damn hoped that France's idea was good, otherwise all this was a fucking waste of his time. The other countries all followed Romano out, muttering and complaining about the useless meeting they just attended.

Romano was exhausted once he was in bed. After cooking a large amount of pasta for his brother, and a torturous phone call from the Frenchman to decide on times for their appointment tomorrow, all his energy had been drained out of his body. The Italian was about drift off into a peaceful sleep before the mobile next to him beeped.

'Oh for fucks sake, France' Romano mumbled, as he turned to grab his phone, lighting up the screen. The word 'Spain' caught his attention immediately, and for a second he worried that one of the countries had told Spain of his plans. He quickly swiped his finger across the screen, before the text message appeared on the brightly lit display.

'Ah Romano~ I haven't heard from you in a while. How's my little tomato doing? Come visit me sometime, ok?'

Romano's face turned red, as his heart thumped against his chest. What the hell?! 'little tomato?' He's not little! Fucking Spaniard…

'Bastard, I was asleep! You woke me up dammit. Don't call me 'little' jerk. And can't visit, busy.'

Romano quickly typed up a reply, feeling slightly guilty that he couldn't visit him. He tried to keep his eyes opened, as he looked out the window, seeing the moonlight shine through his light coloured curtains. He was most definitely not waiting for a reply from the Spaniard dam- Just then, his phone beeped and he unlocked it with anticipation, before opening up the message.

'lo siento, Romano! I didn't mean to wake you up~ Of course, you're all grown up now….:D Makes boss very happy. You can't visit Boss? That's a shame… Goodnight Romano!'

Romano had to suppress a smile from surfacing, as he read the message over several times, stroking across the screen lightly. He still felt slightly guilty, but after the message, he suddenly felt excited about getting the idiota a thank you gift. He wanted to give the Spaniard something for once.

After reading the message once more, Romano fell into a deep sleep, dreading the next day with the perverted Frenchman….