So, this one is a bit longer than the other one was. (guess it that one was something like an intro?) Though it is not even close to as juicy as what the main course is gonna be like ^-~ however that's gonna turn out… So, uh… Enjoy? R&R plz ^^

"Ah~" It's morning, again. I look over to my clock. Okay, so it's noon. Big difference. Sitting up, I stare blankly around the room. My room. My bed's head is against the far wall, so I can see almost every inch. A plain dresser is in, of my view, the far right corner. Pictures Feli insisted I hang on all the walls are scattered randomly about. "To remember all the good times we had!" he had said. Huh. Wonder what that's supposed to mean… I look over to the left corner. You can't see the door, as the built in closet sets out from the wall. So it creates about a meter long corridor to the room itself. Nothing too special, but it's mine all the same.

Damn. Yesterday was tough, though. I wonder if that set that tomato bastard away. I hope not… I really am sick. Maybe I should go to a mental institution. Or get set up on some meds. What if Antonio was the doctor? ... Fuck, what am I thinking? I'm such a pervert… Groggily, I start to walk around, gathering articles of clothing to wear today. A shower first, these fucked up thoughts later.

I head to the bathroom just to the right of my room in the hallway of my house. The only open room is the main one at the end of the hall. The living room/kitchen/dining room: my favorite part of the house. But can also be the loneliest, without anyone else to fill the extra space.

In the shower, I turn the water on as hot as it can go. Not that my water supply doesn't get very hot, just because I like it burning. Yeah, that's it… I am scrubbing the soap out of my hair when I hear a loud 'thud' coming from the main room. Feli must be home from that potato bastards place… Probably to swindle me into doing that damn paperwork he hasn't done yet! Why does my fratello(1) have to be such a pain in the ass?

I get out of the shower, and start drying myself off with one of our warm, white towels. Really, their very nice… "Thud!" What the fuck? ... Feli-! I can feel my cheeks start to burn as I grab a soap bottle. The first chuck at his head missed, but the conditioner to the groin hit Spain spot on. He's doubling over in pain. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I start digging right into him.

"What the fuck, you bastard? I decide to take one fucking shower for what was probably ten minutes, and you and your motherfucking ass walk in here like it's no big deal. Get the hell out!" … "Did you even hear me! Answer me, goddamnit!" I stop for breath to notice Spain had his head bent down, not even trying to look like he was paying attention.

He had curled himself into a tight ball on the ground, trying to ride out the surge of pain. Finally, he stopped biting his lip and smiled half-heartedly. "Eh~ Roma has a bit of a temper first thing in the morning~" he sighs. He looks like he's still in a lot of pain…

I kneel down in front of him, and try to get a better look at his face. This being impossible, seeing as his bangs hang down across him eyes.

"Bastard, it was your own damn fault for walking in on me!" I lash back at him, trying to sound somewhat gentler. I was failing. I didn't mean to hit him that hard… His face looks up at me, smiling all the way.

"Mi tomate has a good arm, si?" He uncurls his legs so he can sit back with his elbows supporting his back. His eyebrows are still bent together, like he can't get over the pain…

"You wouldn't need to know that if you didn't keep pissing me off." I try to ignore how suggestive his position looked right now. This isn't right!

I hear a small bit of laughter. "Yeah, I guess that's true. Mi tomate chiquitito(2) wants some privacy… I'll leave, just wait a sec here," I stood up, waiting for him to get up as well. He lifted his hand, asking for my help. I pull him by the arm, but he comes up a bit easier than I thought, because he rises and leans over onto me. His arms wrapped around my shoulders, and his head bent down over my right shoulder. His breath is quick against the back of my neck.

I can't hold it in as a shiver works its way down my spine. "An-Antonio! What's wrong with you?"

"Aw~~ You called me Antonio~" He teased, but he didn't move. If anything, he started slumping

"Bastard! S-Stand up." Fuck! Snap out of it, Romano! Put some more spine into that growl, not this pussy chit-chat!

"…I…Can't." was his only response. You gotta be fuckin me. God wants to send me to hell, doesn't he?...

"Oh, like hell you can't! Get off!" I shove him off, but he slumps to the ground. "Fuck!" I grab hold of his sleeve. With all the movement, my towel also starts feeling the effects of gravity. "Chigi!" I make a grab for the towel, as well.

"Mmmm, your back smells like body wash~" Damn bastard's gonna pay for this when he's got his senses.

My eye twitches. Obviously, this was going to be a problem. I nudge my hands under his armpits, lifting him up slightly; I was able to lead him back into the corner.

"Haha. You're blushing all the way to your ears, Lo-vi." He drawls out the nickname. God…

I shuffle around for a while, trying to put my pants on. Little coos and coughs escape from the corner. He has to be sick. Looking over at Spain, who is shamelessly staring at me, I feel uneasy. He was fine when he flung open the door, right? Not even bothering with my shirt, I lean down to glare at him, face to face. He's eyes sparkle back at me. His smile widening almost to were you would think it would take over his whole face.

"You look even more out of it than usual… Are on drugs or something'?" He looks shocked for a second, but the regains that way too happy expression.

"No~. No, no, no, no~. Nope! I just kinda fee-"he stops to gag on his baby barf, while I fall backwards on my ass. No way in hell am I getting Spain puke all over myself right after my shower.

"Damnit! There's no need for that crap! Why are you here anyways? If you sick, stay in bed, bastard. You'll only make yourself worse at this pace…"

"Haha. Roma's cheeks look squishy~" He tries to reach out to pinch said cheeks, but I pull back out of reach. He pouts out in frustration, it changes to happiness in record time. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey-"

"What?"

"Hi,"

"That's it. I'm taking you back to your place!"

"Roma~!" He looks up, pleading. "I came here to be with you~. No one's gonna be home for another two weeks. Please, Romano. Let me stay here until then~" God really, truthfully, and thoroughly wants to shove me through Hell's Gate for eternal damnation. Why?

My gaze lingers over to the tiling on the floor, how long have they been white? I always thought they were lit green… "Lovi?" Spain intrudes on my tile fascination. I met his eyes again. Well, I can't just leave a sick man home alone for so long… "Only until you get better. There's no way in hell you're gonna freeload over here for 2 weeks."

He bounces forth in a surprisingly strong hug for a sick man. "Thank you, Lovi. Thank you!" The he stiffens, almost like he just remembered something. "I think I left the stove on…" Then he starts into a long, nerve-raking trail of coughs. Great. Just great…

Ah~ Feels good to have this done. Anyway, hope you liked it. Seeing as the plot bunnies hated me for it, and it probably sucks T.T

Meaning for those who speak neither Italian nor Spanish ~ (1) brother(2) my little tomato