The next day, Spain noticed Romano walking downthe long hallway leading to his room.
"Hola, Mr. Romano!"
Romano slowly turner around and glared at Spain.
"Ciao..."
He silently said while continuing to his room. Spain ran up to him and wrapped his around Romano's shoulders.
"I was thinking maybe we should start hanging out. You look so lonely, mi amigo."
Romano sighed, walking out of Spain's arm and to his bedroom.
"Mi amigo? I'm not your friend Spain, I'm your boss."
"So? We could still be friends."
The Spanish man ran up to him again and touched the curl on the side of the Italian's head, twirling it in his fingers.
"What's the deal with this random curl just sticking out? It's kinda funny."
Shivers went down Romano's spine and he smacked Spain's hand away then opened the door leading to massive bedroom.
"No!"
He screamed at the Spanish man before slamming his door. Spain stood there, staring at the door.
"Sorry..."
The man said silently before heading to the dining room. Meanwhile, Romano was in his room with his back to the door, blushing. The curl on his head was his turn-on spot when it's touched. His brothers too. 'That tomato bastard...' He thought while the image of Spain played over and over again in his head. The Italian stood there, thinking of the Spanish man he had just yelled at. ' I feel different, like I actually want to be close to him...'
"Antonio..."
The name escaped his lips. He shook his head, trying not to think of the older man. Romano plopped down on his bed and mumbled into his pillow.
"Asshole..."
"Fratello!"
Romano was tackled by his younger brother.
"Veneziano! Stop doing that!"
"Oh, sorry..."
He said with his innocent voice, while getting off of his brother. Veneziano noticed the look on his older twin's face and tilted his head.
"Fratello?"
"What?"
"What's wrong?"
"N-Nothing..."
"Is it about me embarrasing you when we went to Shanghai to have a meeting with the Chinese Mafia?"
"No, I'm over that, It's something completely different."
"Please, tell me?"
"Okay, fine. I yelled at Spain.
"So? You yell at everybody."
"I know that, but I actually feel guilty about doing it to Spain."
"That's new."
Romano put his head down and Veneziano patted his back smiling.
"I think you like Spain!"
"I do not! I barely know the guy plus he so much older than me. I don't like anybody but you, you know that."
"True, but you never know you could fall for him. He's really handsome.
"Bite me."
Veneziano continued to smile, then someone knocked on the door. Romano rolledover to where he was on his back.
"Come in."
Germany cautiously walked in his boss's room, keeping his eyes fixed on the both of them. "Um... Mr. Veneziano may I speak with you in private?"
Veneziano blushed and slowly got up.
"S-Si. I-I'll be right back..."
"Yeah, whatever."
Romano watched as his brother walked away with the German. 'I envy Veneziano. His ability to get people to like him is amazing. And Germany loves him, I just know it. I wish someday someone will tell me that they love me...
