Chapter 2

Light shined into the room onto Romano's face, waking him up. He slowly came out of the fogginess of sleep realizing he was in Spain's bed.

He sat up and looked around. Spain wasn't in the bed or even the room. 'I wonder where he went?…' He looked at the clock on the bedside table. 10:17! He woke up way later than normal!

He jumped out of the bed and ran to the door; slowly opening it and peering out the crack to make sure Spain was out of sight. When he was sure it was clear, he ran down the hall to his room and quickly closed his door.

Walking over to his bed, he heavily sat down and let out a big sigh. He closed his eyes and sat there quietly. His eyes snapped open at the sound of Spain's voice outside. His room was by the garden so Spain must be gardening. He walked to his open window and looked out.

Sure enough Spain was gardening. He was crouched down by a tomato plant, picking a bright red one. He placed in a basket next to him and stood up stretching.

'Damn, he looks so cute!' Romano thought as he looked at Spain. He was wearing old blue jean overalls with one strap hanging by his waste, with a dirty red shirt underneath. He also had a big straw sunhat on. Romano thought the hat was unbearably adorable. He would never admit it though!

So he just sat there and watched Spain pick tomatoes. One by one he would choose the ripest ones and put them in his basket. Romano looked up at the endless blue sky. It had only a few fluffy white clouds that had remained from last night. It was a nice morning temperature as well.

He looked back to Spain when he heard, "I'm sorry little worm but I have to move you for just a second! I promise I'll put you back in your home as soon as I'm done!" He picked up a worm and put in on the dirt next to him and started to pull the weeds by his tomato plant. Romano laid his head on his arms and watched the happy Spaniard.

'He is so kind even to a little worm… He is always so kind…' Romano thought. He closed his eyes and breathed in the wonderful smells of tomatoes, dirt and, trees. Romano loved these kinds of mornings.

He nearly fell out of the window when he heard Spain say, "Good morning Lovi! Why don't you come out, it's so nice today!" 'Damn! He must have seen me watching!' His cheeks went pink.

To hide his embarrassment he came back with a semi rude answer, "You're doing it wrong damn bastard. I guess I'll just have to do it for you!" Spain's face instantly lit up and he smiled. Spain had learned that Romano's rude responses were his way of being nice.

"Yay! Lovi is going to help me! Get your garden clothes on and hurry down!" Romano couldn't help but feel a little happy. Who couldn't feel happy when such a happy person is smiling at you? He really loved Spain's smile…

So he backed out of the window and went over to his closet. Pulling out his overalls and dirty brown shirt he laid them on the bed. He quickly changed and ran downstairs to get his straw sunhat out of the closet. Once he got it he put it on and ran outside.

"That was fast mi tomate! Did you wanna see me that bad? ~" Romano blushed a bright red. He just realized how fast he had gotten changed and got out here. He did really want to be with Spain.

"No damn tomato bastard I just wanted to get outside!" He responded rudely. Although Spain still smiled brightly; this made Romano blush even more. He crouched down and started looking at the tomatoes.

They went on gardening until lunch time when Spain said he'd make pasta for lunch. Romano had gotten excited because of course he loved pasta!

He followed Spain into the kitchen and sat at the island. Watching Spain take his hat off and washing his hands in the sink, he took off his hat and laid it on the counter. Looking up he watched Spain's back as he got things ready for the pasta. 'He is really slow at this. Wait why is he the one making the pasta? I'm the best at making it!' Romano got up and walked to the sink to wash his hands.

Spain looked over at Romano and smiled "You want to help out? How cute of you~" He walked over to him and ruffled his hair. Romano pushed him away and blushed.

"I'm better at making pasta than you are! So I will make it!" He said as he got out a pot.

"Awwww can I still help? Pleaseeeeee?" Spain pleaded in a kid voice.

Romano blushed slightly at the Spaniards cute face, "Fine but I'm doing most of it!"

"Yay! Thanks Lovi~" He jumped at Romano and hugged him tightly. Romano could feel his cheeks getting extremely red. He pushed Spain off and turned away to hide his face.

So they began making their pasta, Romano became lost in the cooking of one of his favorite foods, so he barely even noticed Spain! That was a good thing, because ever sense he had woken up he couldn't stop thinking about him.

Romano reached out to grab a bowl and accidentally brushed his hand against Spain's. He turned immediately red and snapped his hand away fast. Only to realize Spain looking at him confused.

'Damn he noticed that!' Romano thought. He decided another normal rude remark would be best, "W-What are you looking at, bastard?!" 'Oh no, I stuttered!'

Romano was surprised to see Spain look down and resume his cooking. His face was sad! Spain finally answered sadly, "nothing."

This completely took Romano off guard. He didn't know what to do so he just continued cooking silently, occasionally looking at Spain.

Gratefully, every time he looked, Spain's face slowly regained its happy light; so that by the time they had sat down to eat he was all smiles once again.

Spain took a bite and smiled brightly "Wow Roma! We make some good pasta together!"

"I was the one who mostly made it bastard!" Romano said taking a bite. Wow, it was good! Better than the ones he had made with his fratello!

Romano must have made a face because Spain laughed. His wonderful, bright, happy laugh. Romano had not expected him to laugh, so when he tried to make a rude comeback he stuttered, "w-what is it?"

Spain looked at him with his adorable bright smile, "Lovi your so cute~" Romano's face turned red as Spain jumped up and tackled him.

They fell off the chair and Romano hit the ground, Spain on top of him.

"Ow! What was that bastard?!" Romano said. Then he realized Spain was on him, his face turned bright red.

Spain sat up and looked down at him, "I'm sorry! You were just so cute, I couldn't help it!"

Romano blushed even brighter as he tried to push Spain off him.

Once he got Spain off him, he quickly finished his food and cleaned up. When he finished up he decided to visit his fratello, Italy. He was too embarrassed and shaken up from earlier to stay with Spain.

Romano snuck out of the house when Spain was cleaning. He ran all the way to Italy's house