A/N: Yeah, two reviews were enough to make me want to keep this going. They made me insanely happy and I decided to try updating a story for once, haha! Enjoy the weird pairing that totally works! Prumano~ Cuz Lovi's topography is sexay~ and Gilbert is awesome!

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Lovino woke up the next morning to a pounding head ache and the sound of his brother giggling and whispering something or other. Lovino groaned and ran a hand over his face, what the hell did he do last night? Where was he? This didn't feel like his house, the smell was wrong. He sniffed the air, unwilling to open his eyes to the awful light that already burned behind them. It smelled like… Cleanliness, some flowers maybe? And… Potatoes? A note of bitter cigarette smoke got to him and he slowly began to remember where he was and then all at once what happened the night before. His eyes flew open as he flailed out like someone jabbed him in the ass with a hot poker, almost falling off the couch. He would have too, if it wasn't for a certain Albino catching him around the waist.

"Woah! Roma," Gilbert growled, his voice still rough from sleep and a little bit unhappy from being smacked in the face a moment ago by flailing Italian fists, "Calm down!"

"Veeee! That's going on my blog!" Feliciano cheered as he ran off, presumably to do just that. Romano took a moment to register what his brother had said before flailing about again.

"Come back here you bastard!" He roared, his face turning bright red as he struggled to get to his feet without his head exploding. Good Lord! How much did he drink last night?

"Calm down, almost no one follows his blog, it's only like me, Ludwig, Francis, Kiku, and To..ni.." Gilbert paused and what color he had in his face drained, "FELI NO!"

They nearly tripped over each other trying to get up the stairs to stop the bubbly nation from posting whatever sort of adorable cuddling picture he was about to post on the internet for everyone to see. When they both burst into Germany's room where Feliciano was using the other's computer to update his blog he looked at them with the happiest confused face he could manage through his fear of the scolding he was sure to get. For what, the innocent nation wasn't completely sure.

"Ve? Brother? Prussia? What's the matter?" He asked moving to the side where they could see his latest blog update of the two of them. Romano was pretty much on top of a grinning Gilbert who had both hands around his waist and a content grin on his stupid sleeping face. Their clothes were both a rumpled mess and Romano seemed to have fallen asleep face down with one hand in Gilbert's hair and the other balled up in the fabric on his chest. Romano blushed and clapped a hand over the hickey on his neck that stood out on his skin in the picture. The caption on the picture read an innocent little message "So glad our brothers are getting along! 3" Romano felt his stomach drop, knowing it was too late to do anything now besides get ready for the backlash. Spain would be in contact soon, both he and Prussia knew it. There was nothing they could do about it now.

"Nothing Feliciano," Romano growled grabbing the back of Prussia's collar, "Just don't post pictures like that without asking ass hole. Come on potato."

"Bye Feli!" Prussia grinned waving as the older twin dragged him off fuming and mumbling under his breath. He slung an arm over Lovino's shoulder and knocked their heads together with his hand on the side of Lovi's head, "It wasn't so bad of a picture, huh? Pretty awesome if you ask me!"

Lovino just tilted his head back and yelled at the ceiling in frustration, "It's embarrassing!" he complained shoving Prussia away, "I look like a slut! Just jumping into bed with you so suddenly."

Prussia frowned and grabbed Lovino's hand, pulling on it to make him stop. He gave the Italian a concerned and unusually serious look for the albino. God this was weird, Lovino hadn't put much thought into ever being with anyone except for Antonio. He just thought that he was the only person who noticed he existed outside of world affairs. He knew other people knew he existed, just none of them seemed to actually notice him like Tonio did… God this was weird, but it wasn't awful. He liked it.

"You're worried about what Toni will say, right?" Prussia asked bringing Lovino's hand up to his mouth and kissing his knuckles softly, "Well you're not a slut. If anyone says you are I'll kick their ass, because they're wrong."

"Tch. I'm not a stupid defenseless girl! I can fight my own battles," Lovino growled meeting the Prussian's gaze with his own frazzled glare, "And I don't care what Tonio has to say."

"Liar." Prussia chided his smirk ever present on his face as he wrapped his arms around the blushing Italian's waist. He tapped their foreheads together and smiled down at the man in his arms once again. Something vibrated between them and Lovino jumped to grab his phone as Spain's voice yelled "Romaaaaano" from his pocket. Damn! Why did he let that bastard set his own text tone?

Prussia frowned and peeked at the others phone screen, a picture of his friend grinned up at him making a little kissy face and half a heart with his hand. He stuck his tongue out at it as he read the text: "Prussia…?"

"Fuck." Lovino hissed furiously texting back an answer to the vague question: "What about Gilbert?" With that he shoved his phone pack into the depths of his pocket and glared straight ahead.

"Lovino," Prussia spoke up with that weird serious look on his stupid gorgeous face, "What about me?" There was more in that question that didn't need to be said between them. They both knew what he wanted to know.

Lovino went quiet for a moment, trying to think of a good answer before giving up on finding the perfect words and just pushing Gilbert against the wall and grabbing fistfuls of Prussian blue fabric off the other's chest. Gilbert returned the intensity of Lovino's glare with one of his own, his hands gripping the others hips firmly. It seemed like they stayed that way for centuries before Lovino lost his will to act bold or have some long dumb speech and just started talking.

"There's a one hundred percent chance of shit storm and it's coming this way, if you want out, now's the time potato bastard!" Romano yelled, trying to keep himself from dying of embarrassment with all the blood that was rushing to his face.

"Not a chance." Prussia answered, his face nearly split in two from his sudden need to grin. Romano let out a sigh and let go of his iron grip on the shirt in his hands, he patted the fabric back down, failing to smooth out the new wrinkles he made.

"Good." Romano supplied, not knowing what else to say. Prussia laughed and picked him up again, spinning him so Romano's back was now against the wall. He let a smile creep its way onto his face as his Prussian lavished him with affection.

Gilbert couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he leaned in to kiss the hicky he had made the night before laughing as he kissed just above it too. Romano laughed a little at the tickling feeling of Prussia kissing up his neck, cheek then stopping to come around to his face. They're eyes met just before they closed them and kissed each other happily and Romano grabbed one of those scarred white hands to lace their fingers together. Romano's phone went off again, and they parted quickly at the sound of Spain's voice. Lovino looked guilty as he fished the device out, he flicked his eyes up to meet Gilberts and turned it so he could read it.

"What are you doing with him Lovi? Can I call? Can we talk?"

Gilbert took the phone and turned the camera on and to self-shot mode and flipped it off with his arm that was now around the Italian's shoulders. Lovino just glared into Prussia's chest, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Prussia inspected the picture to make sure it was up to par before typing a quick message and pressing send.

"What'd you say?" Lovino asked calmly, inside he was freaking out. He figured Prussia knew that, but that didn't mean he wanted to show it. It had been two months, that was enough time for him to move on and Spain didn't have a say in it anymore. He'd be damned if he let that bastard get to him anymore than he already had.

"I Just said that I didn't think you wanted to talk to him right now," Prussia said, slipping the phone back into Lovino's pocket, "And that your mouth was awesomely occupied at the time anyway."

"What?!" Romano tackled the albino who just laughed it off and restrained him with a bear hug.

"I'm just kidding about the second part, don't get mad at me," Gilbert teased as the other stopped fighting him, "Now come one, we can go to my room. You probably want a shower and you can borrow a pair of my awesome clothes."

"Fine, but not if they reek of potatoes asshole." Romano said without any real venom in his voice. He grabbed onto Gilbert's arm as they walked, flipping off his brother when he made a comment about how well they were getting along. He just wanted a shower and some pain pills, until then everyone else could fuck off and die. He had enough patience for one person and that was Prussia.

"You love the way I smell!" Gilbert teased as he watched Lovino flip Feliciano off, poor Roma didn't deal with other people well normally, let alone hung over.

"Yeah yeah, sweaty potatoes, sausage, and cigarettes smell great." Lovino said rolling his eyes and letting the sarcasm drip off his voice. Prussia laughed at him and he squeezed his arm harder.

"Like safety and home, right?" Gilbert leaned down and whispered in his ear, before cracking up laughing as the Italian smacked him on the arm as he told him to shut up.

They made it down to the basement before anyone interrupted them. It was Gilbert's phone blaring loud Spanish music this time.

"Lovino, go shower." Gilbert demanded before answering the phone while trying to push the smaller man through the door to his personal bathroom. Lovino, being stubborn and nosey resisted him, shoving him back as he shook his head violently, not making a sound.

"This is the Awesome Prussia!" Gilbert yelled into his phone still trying to shoo the uncooperative Lovino away. He had a few things on his mind he didn't think the Italian really wanted to hear.

"Woah!" Gilbert said holding his hands up in defeat as rapid Spanish flew at him though the phone, "Slow down! No hablo espanol!"

Silence fell on the other line replaced with deep breathing. Lovino crept closer to Gilber, hoping to catch as much of the conversation as he could. Gilbert gave him a meaningful glare and put a hand out to him to try to get him to stay back. Gilbert knew Lovino was too curious about this for his own good, but he understood why he was so curious. Spain was one way with Romano for their whole lives while Romano watched him act differently towards everyone else. Then the sudden split, and not telling anyone about it. Like it never even happened…

"You alive?" Gilbert asked half hoping Spain would just hang up.

"Yeah." No such luck.

"What's up?" Gilbert asked, the tension obvious and knowingly placed in his voice.

"You know what's up." Spain almost growled, obviously losing his temper, "What're you doing with Lovi? What the hell, I thought we were friends."

"What am I doing?" Gilbert asked, feeling his own temper welling up, "What the fuck were you doing? What does me and someone who was never your boyfriend have anything to do with us being friends?"

"You know how I feel about Lovino!" Antonio yelled back, Prussia turned his back to Lovino and plopped down on his bed. He couldn't yell at Spain while looking at what his words were going to do to Lovino.

"You're damn right I do! I watched you jerk him around for way to long! You told us you two were together, but not him? Not until it was over?!" He was sure the other two could hear him upstairs, but he couldn't be bothered to care right now, "You don't do that to someone you love Toni, you don't deserve to have him by your side anymore. He deserves so much more than that!"

"And that's you, right Gilbert? Knight in shining armor?! You have avoided any sort of commitment the entire time I've known you!" Gilbert felt his mattress shift as someone else sat down on the end of it, "You're not a knight anymore, you can't protect him like you used to!"

"I only need to be strong enough to protect him from you. As long as he lets me I'll be as strong as he needs me to be." Gilbert said solemnly as he felt a hand cover his, "All I need is him to be with me, and I can do anything."

"Fuck Gil…" Antonio sighed and seemed to be a bit calmer or at least just quieter, then Lovino moved and the bed squeaked in protest, "… is he there?"

Gilbert's eyes flicked down to the hand over his own.

"Yeah." Lovino answered, able to hear the phone just fine. Gilbert turned to face the hazel eyes staring at him like he was either about to get kissed or hit, he wasn't sure.

"Lovi?" Spain's muffled voice filled the silence as Romano crawled over to Gilbert, forcing the other to let him sit in his lap. Gilbert stared at him as he took the phone from his hand and pressed it to his ear, putting Prussia's previously occupied hand around his waist.

"Yeah." Lovino answered, feeling Gilbert wrap his other arm around him and bury his face in his neck. Romano wanted to be strong for himself and for Gilbert too. He could tell the other was more scared of losing him than he would let on, that he was terrified of Romano running back to Spain. Gilbert was terrified, he had only just gotten Lovino, he didn't want to let him go. Now that he had him, he didn't want to watch him be with someone else. He wouldn't be able to stand it anymore.

"What… What's up?" Antonio asked awkwardly letting out a cheerful laugh, Romano sighed. Same Tonio. He could feel the arms around him tighten up and he used his free hand to rub them in the most comforting way he could.

"Hanging out with my boyfriend when some stupid Tomato bastard called to be jealous, cuz he saw me with someone else." Romano said in his normal angry tone, "You can call again when you decide to be a big boy, boss. Until then, you don't get to be an idiot. We're your friends and you're stuck with us forever, don't fuck things up stupid."

With that he hung up, feeling like he handled something well for once. He didn't know where it came from but he knew that if things got too out of hand the next couple hundred years could be miserable for all of them. When you lived forever, you had to be careful with your friends. The boss bit was his own personal revenge on his "ex" because dammit, he earned it and he was mad.

"Boyfriend." Gilbert said, bringing him out of his head and back to the idiot grinning into his neck, "You called me your boyfriend!"

"Shut up and help me shower." He growled escaping from the bed and walking to the bathroom door. Prussia stared at him in confusion when he turned around, "Are you coming?"

"Hell yeah!" Gilbert cheered as he scrambled up after his boyfriend. He didn't think he planned on doing anything dirty in the shower, but seeing him naked? Gilbert was up for that!

"Good, I'll need help with my back," Lovino said smiling confidently, "Don't even think about being a pervert, though."

"Oh, I'm gonna think about it! Kesesese~!" Gilbert cackled taking his shirt off and throwing it in the laundry basket in the corner of his small bathroom.

"Don't make me kill you," Romano laughed as he started the shower, "I kinda like you."

A/N

Well, whatya think so far? Let me know! Leave a comment! I'm going to update this again soon! Lol I like this~ If it's not your cup of tea, tell me that too! I like to know how to be better! This directly conflicts with my love of Spamano, but good god do I ship it! Lol