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Romano awoke in the morning to the glorious smell of bacon. Spain was back so he once again got amazing meals. He remembered what happened last night... How Spain had slept with him after he had a nightmare, and he blushed. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stretched his arms and body upward giving out a yawn. He hopped out of bed and grabbed a black v-neck and a pair of jeans. He scuttled into his bathroom and closed the door. He took off his sweat pants and pulled on his jeans. He fastened the belt pulling it tight, then he picked up his shirt and pulled it on over his head. He looked into the mirror. His hair wasn't that messed up. He took his comb and ran it through a couple of times before setting it back down on the sink. He walked out of his room and through the hallway to the living room which was connected with the kitchen. "Morning Romano, how are you feeling?" Romano blushed as he walked over to the table and sat down. "Fine." Spain brought him some bacon, and sat down at the table next to him. Romano assumed that he had already eaten. Spain started to speak in a happy voice. "So, i was thinking we could go out to the market. What do you think?" Romano nodded. Spain smiled. "Alright we'll leave once your done eating." Spain walked over to the front door and grabbed his shoes and socks. He quickly put his socks on, before pulling on his shoes and double knotting them. Romano walked to the door and did the same.

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When they reached the market, Romano found a stand selling various rocks and gems. There were also crystals and arrowheads for sale. "I'm going to go get some fresh tomatoes, ok Romano?" Spain stated. Romano nodded and continued admiring the polished stones and gems. Once Spain was out of sight, Romano heard a deep voice from behind him. "Hey boys, look what i found. Its a pathetic little country." The boy spoke with a a snicker. Romano turned around to see five boys about his age... But bigger than him. "Come with us... We'll have some fun." The leader of the group said. Two of the other boys grabbed him by his arms and they half carried half dragged him between two buildings on the left side of the market entrance. They released him and stood behind their leader. Romano looked to the side and thought about running to Spain... "Your not going no where. So don't even try to run." The leader said. The five boys spread out in a circle blocking his escape. He backed up until he hit the wall. "W-What are you going to do?" The boys simultaneously started laughing. The leader walked in front of him. Romano shrunk down a bit, In a cowering position. The boy pulled back his fist and slammed it into Romano's jaw causing him to cry out. The boy smirked. "Who's next?" He asked his group as he stepped back. Another two boys walked forward. One punched him straight on in the stomach, and as he fell forward the other punched him in the face with an upper cut move. One of his hands were on his stomach, the other on his now bleeding nose. The leader stepped forward again. "Thats not the only blood your gonna see." He pulled something out of his pocket and flipped it out. He had a switch blade. Romano cringed again the wall as the boy walked toward him. "HEY!" Romano turned to see Spain put down a sack of food at the entrance to the small ally. "Leave. Him. Alone." He spoke sternly fire blazing in his green eyes. The boy laughed. He was about the size of Spain and he had his other four boys. "You really think you can take on five boys?" He spoke all to knowingly. Spain smirked. "I only see one." The boy with the blade turned around to find that his friends had fled. "Still, i have a knife." He gave an evil smile. Spain narrowed his eyes. "Try me." He spoke in a growl. The boy turned away... Like he was going to leave... but all of a sudden he turned around and hurled the switch blade at Spain. Romano's eyes grew wide with worry and he stood unable to speak. Spain stuck out a hand and caught the switch blade by the handle compartment mid-air. He smirked and took a step towards the boy. The boy's eyes filled with fear and he ran like hell to get out of there. Spain laughed and closed the switch blade putting it in his pocket. He quickly turned his attention to Romano and ran over him. "Romano! What happened, are you ok, what did they do to you!?" Romano moved his hand to reveal a bleeding nose. Spain ran to his grocery bag and grabbed a few napkins he had received with his purchase. He took them back to Romano and made him move his hands. He gave Romano one napkin to clean his hand with, and used the others to press gently on Romano's nose trying to make the bleeding stop. "So..." Romano started telling what happened. "They came over to me, t-the five... And started taunting me. They drug me over here. The boy with the blade punched me in the jaw." He showed Spain the already forming bruise. "Then two other boys started. One punched me in the stomach, the other on the face... Thats how my nose started b-bleeding. Then the boy brought out the blade... And... you saved me." Romano looked up into Spain's eyes. Spain gave a weak smile. "Let's get you home, ill take care of you there." He said taking the napkin away from Romano's nose. He had gotten the bleeding to stop and threw the napkins in a nearby trashcan. He picked up the sack and put his hand out for Romano. Romano took it gladly slipping his hand into Spain's, and putting his other hand on Spain's arm.

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Spain put the fruits and vegetables in the fridge once they got home. Once they were all put away, he grabbed Romano's hand. "Let's go to the bathroom, and check out those bruises." He said kindly. Romano nodded and Spain pulled him into the bathroom shutting the door after Romano entered. "Ok, take of your shirt please." He said. Romano pulled his v-neck over his head. He looked in the mirror. He had a large tender bruise on his stomach, and one on his jaw. Spain sighed. "Those stupid bastards." Romano felt happy. Spain was worrying about him, protecting him. He had saved him. Romano had this feeling inside of him. He wanted to feel this way, to be with Spain at every moment. To be in his arms, to be protected by him. Spain grabbed a wash cloth and ran it under the hot water. He turned to Romano. "I'm so sorry Romano... I won't let anyone do this again." He pulled Romano in wrapping his arms around him. Romano was surprised, but he closed his eyes and hugged back. Spain pulled away and stopped the water. He squeezed the wash cloth and brought it over to Romano. "Can i?" He asked. Romano nodded his head, golden eyes sparkling at the thought of being touched by Spain. Spain put his empty hand on Romano's chest to steady him, and with the other hand he gently pressed the warm wash cloth to the bruise on Romano's stomach. Romano let out a huff and clenched his teeth. The bruise was very tender. Spain carefully applied the pressure needed. Romano closed his eyes feeling relief. This was making it better. Spain finished on the bruise and went to the one on Romano's jaw. He put a hand under Romano's chin and gently dabbed at his jaw bruise until it was as good as the stomach bruise. He put the warm cloth into the sink and grabbed a dry one. He gently dried the wet areas and handed Romano his shirt. Romano pulled it on and the two walked out of the bathroom. Romano sat down at the table, it was 4:36 and they were going to have an early dinner. "So Romano, what do you want me to make for dinner?" Romano bit his lip in thought and tilted his head a little bit. "How about margherita pizza?" It combined two of his favorite things. Pizza, and tomatoes. Spain smiled and nodded. "Sure thing." He grabbed the frozen pizza from the freezer. He took it out of the box, properly prepared it, and put it in the oven. "Wanna watch a movie?" Romano suggested. Spain nodded and they both sat down on the couch. They flipped through on-demand until they found something they liked.

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Once the pizza was ready Spain got two plates and put two slices on each. Making sure to put the rest in the fridge for tomorrow. He brought the food to the couch and gave Romano his plate.

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Spain finished first, putting his plate on the coffee table. Once Romano finished he did the same. By now it was 8:57 and Romano was tired. He had a long day. He lowered him self down laying his head on Spain's lap, sort of curling up in a ball, and blushing as he did so. He looked up at Spain, and Spain smiled down at him. Spain liked this... It felt good. Romano stared into Spain's sparkling green eyes. There was no doubt about it. Romano wanted Spain. He was in love.