The Italian kept staring at his Spanish crush who cocked his head, wondering why the new boy was blushing so badly. Romano's eye sight stared to waver as he put his entire weight onto the door. This can't be happening. He thinks, staring at the floor with shock. How the hell did I end up here? This isn't possible... T-they must be playing a joke on me. Yeah, that's right, it's a joke. He looked back up at Antonio ready to announce that he's figured them out, but pauses as his face goes even redder.
The Spaniard smiles as he chuckled. "When you blush like that, you look like a tomato." This simple sentence sent Romano's thoughts to oblivion; his mind went blank as he kept staring at Antonio. "So," the Spanish host said, "what brings you here? Did you get lost since you're new?" Romano was still hypnotized by the bastard he likes, and nodded shyly. Antonio smiled even more. "Then I'll give you a tour!" He said energetically.
"No fair, ve!" All of a sudden, another boy came up to Antonio, clinging onto his arm. Romano eyed the boy, glaring a bit before he saw that it was Feliciano, the host that looks like him, but acts differently than him. "I want to come along too!" Feli looked at the other Italian, opening his eyes from a little shock. "Ve! You look exactly like me!"
Romano sighed as he finally let go of the door. "You figured that out fucking quickly." He mumbled. He said this because Feli is the type who is carefree, like Antonio, but totally different, and it's as if he tries to be clueless when he really isn't; Romano found this out on the one episode when Feli had made a genius comment to something, gaining surprised stares from everyone.
Antonio looked between the two and gasped at the realization. "You're right, Feli! He does!" Romano closed his eyes as his eyebrows twitched. And Antonio just so happens to be the idiot who doesn't figure things out until the last minute. He whimpered a bit. Why did I have to like an idiotic bastard like him. Hearing the whimper, the Spaniard started to worry. "Are you okay?"
Romano glanced at him and sighed. "I'm fucking fine." Antonio was taken aback by the come back, not expecting that sort of thing, or tone, to come out of the new boys mouth. The older Italian thought about how this all happened, and started to question anything that was weird before he opened the door. His thoughts kept going to when he felt that tingle sensation, and he snapped his fingers, surprising the other two. "That has to be it! I'm a fucking genius!" He closed the door, making a slam that made the three other blondes stop bickering.
Antonio was so confused as he wondered why this new guy they've never seen before just closed the door. "Ve," he blinked as Feli made his usual sound, "what was that about?" The German that was in the room came over to his side, and the small Italian looked up. "Did he look familiar, Ludwig?" The blonde shook his head as the other slumped into his arms. "Ve, I wonder why he suddenly took off... He didn't even ask for entertainment." He sighed as his air-headed smile appeared. "It would've been great to get to know him since he looks like a mirror image of myself, ve. Right, Ludwig?"
Feli glanced back up at the taller, muscular man. "Ja." Said the other.
The two went back to eating the pasta plates that Feli had made and their spots were taken by the Frenchman and the Prussian. "He totally blew us off." The albino commented as he leaned onto his Spanish friends. "Talk about someone who's so not awesome."
"Oui," Antonio glanced at Francis as the blonde huffed, "I believe Gilbert is right about that one. Being so rude as to appear in our club's room then just walk away." The Spaniard shook his head as he gazed at the door again.
"You may be right, but I have a feeling he'll be back." A smile crept onto his face that was holding his shock and puzzlement, and the other two just gave him an unbelieving stare.
Just as they were about to walk back to their posts, the door slammed back open. "Damn it all to hell!" Everyone's eyes landed on the Italian that was panting. "What the fucking hell is going on? I can't find my nonno anywhere, and he was just here with me minutes ago as I was taking the fucking tour!" Romano gasped for air as he looked at the Spaniard. "It has to be someone's damn fault." His glare became fiercer as he pointed at Antonio. "Was it you damn fault, bastard?" The Spanish host blinked as he looked on either side of him, then pointed to himself. "Yes, you, bastard!" He stomped right over to Antonio and gripped the Spaniard's collar. "Tell me this all didn't happen just because of you!" Antonio was getting even more confused as he held up his hands for defense. "Damn it!" The Italian shouted.
All of a sudden, Alfred came over and separated the two, holding Romano in the air. He blinked, but then started to flail in the air. "Put me down, damn it!"
"Not unless you're going to hurt one of our hosts." The American stated, giving the Italian a bored stare. "If you're going to hurt Antonio, then I'm not going to put you down."
Romano stared at him, then flailed some more. "I'm not going to hurt the tomato bastard, I just want to get some damn answers to my fucking questions."
Alfred wasn't sure, but as Arthur came over and patted his shoulder, he put Romano down. "Just what do you mean by wanting your questions to be answered?"
Romano glared at the American as his scowl went to the Englishman. "I have no fucking clue what's happening to me, and I want to know just who the hell is putting on this stupid joke."
Arthur blinked. "Joke?" Romano's anger was getting out of hand again as his irritation was building up. "What do you mean? We're not doing any type of jokes or pranks. All we do is entertain girls and boys; we are hosts."
The upset Italian groaned as he messed his hair up. "This is some fucking messed up dream..." he fell silent as he pinched himself. "Chigii!" When he realized that he had felt pain, something stuck a chord in his head. "...this isn't a dream...is it?" He looked back up at the group of hosts that were around him. "This..." he chuckled like a crazy person, and the hosts started to get worried; they didn't understand anything, and hoped they weren't dealing with a psycho.
Antonio was the one, though, who was worried about Romano just because; he wasn't scared of dealing with a crazy person; in fact, he didn't think Romano was crazy; he just figured that the Italian was having a bad day, and making things complicated for himself. "Are you okay?" The hosts and Romano glanced at him. When Romano's eyes met with Antonio's, he just couldn't think anymore. His eyes rolled back as he fainted, and Antonio leapt to catch him.
"Great," Gilbert went, "just great." He glared at the unconscious boy and huffed. "I hope this idiot doesn't give us a bad reputation." The others gazed at him. "I could just see it: 'Host Club makes a boy faint and claim that he's crazy!' What a great way to promote this club."
"He's not crazy." Antonio said as he stood up, holding Romano in his arms like a bride. "He's just confused."
"Oui, but not as confused as us mon ami." Francis glanced at the boy and sighed. "It's a pitty, too; he's actually quite cute. Not as cute as Feli, but still cute."
"Ve," they all stared at the said Italian as he leaned over Romano's face, "did anyone notice how he said 'nonno'?" They blinked and glanced at the other Italian. "He's Italian, and looks like me, ve." Feli then looked at the group with a hopeful smile. "He could be my twin!" They all blinked again, and chuckled, except Ludwig of course, and patted the little hosts head. Feli pouted. "Ve, you never know; he could be!"
Antonio smiled at the thought, and nodded. "He's right, he could be." His stare went to the ceiling as he had a sudden question come to mind. "Say Feli," the young host looked at him, humming. "Do you even know if you have a twin?"
He shrugged as a smile was plastered onto his face again. "Don't we all?" Confusion swept by all of the again. "Well, ve, I heard that we all have a look alike in this world; isn't that true?"
Arthur hummed. "It could be, but" he glanced at Romano, "we don't even know his name, yet, so we don't know for sure."
"That's right!" Alfred said, trying to sound just as smart as his boyfriend. "That, and he only knows Antonio name." They nodded, and that's when the American remembered something the unconscious Italian said. "Hey, didn't he call you a 'tomato bastard', 'Tonio?"
The Spaniard blinked as he gazed at the other. "He did," his eyes then landed on Romano, "but I wonder why? He doesn't know anything about me and my love for tomatoes...does he?"
The room fell silent again as the stared at the boy they were talking about. A sigh came from the silent German, making most of the other hosts jump. "Shouldn't you take him to the nurse, now?"
Antonio blinked and smiled guiltily. "Yeah, I should, shouldn't I?" He gave the Italian a final look before he headed to the Nurses office. Just who is this boy and what's going on in that cute little head of his? The Spaniard kept thinking about Romano, not noticing that the boy caught his attention so easily, and made his way through the hall, slowly and cautiously.
Note: It's about damn time i uploaded another chapter for this story, otherwise i would've gone insane! Man, and i thought i wouldn't be able to continue the story...it's a good thing i did though, i really like this story idea.
Well, i hope you all like the updated chapter! Thanks for reading, loves! R&R.
