Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the characters.

Warnings: Profanity (Romano's POV – 'need to say more?) and human names used.

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Chapter 2

The Glass Door

This idiot. What the hell is he doing in my house?

"Like I'm going to tell you, bastard!" I managed to shout after I had zoomed out from the situation for a few seconds. "What the hell are you doing here anyway, dammit?"

Spain's smile grew weaker.

"Brother, don't be like that, big brother Spain came to visit us~! Isn't that nice~!" I decided not to answer. "Say, big brother Spain, will you have dinner with us? I'm making pasta~!" Feliciano said, sounding quite proud of himself for some reason I can't poke at.

"Ever thought of freaking consulting me before asking random people to have dinner at our house, dammit?"

"Random people...?" it seemed as if Spain was speaking more to himself, than to any of us, really. His face took a more serious expression. It doesn't suit him. At all. I-I mean, n-not that I care or even notice what kind of expressions suit him. At all.

"I-I'm sorry, brother~! B-But you also like big brother Spain, right~? He isn't a random person, right~?" His face lit up in a little smile. "Can I ask him to join us for dinner, then~?"

"Like I care, bastard! Do as you wish, dammit!" And, with that, I got up from the couch and headed to my right, my footsteps sounding rushed and full of nerve. I opened the glass door and left to the patio, closing with a quick movement, as not wanting to be seen.

Well, that's just foolish, isn't it?

I mean, if I didn't want to be seen, or, at least, to be noticed like that... I wouldn't talk the way I talk, act the way I act, would I? Now that I think of it... Is this just a weird and oh-so-very-loud pray for attention from my part?

Damn! I feel philosophical today! I blame that potato-head bastard! If him and my brother weren't all over each other all the time, I would think it was him at the door and I wouldn't get so pissed of by the sight of Spain in the first place. Not that I wouldn't be pissed of by seeing Spain if I wasn't expecting the other bastard, but, you get the point.

Spain always confused me, since I was little.

There was a time when he nagged Austria constantly, trying to switch me with my brother. I wasn't happy about that. I really, really wasn't. I mean, I didn't inherited grandpa Rome's looks or his aptness to paint. The only good thing I had was Spain, dammit! I-I mean, S-Spain's house! S-SPAIN'S FREAKING HOUSE!

DAMMIT!

Ah… A-Anyway... When I found out the bastard was trying to get rid of me like that, it made me upset. Who wouldn't be? Trying to trade me for my brother! I-I mean, it's a good house! A bright and nice house! With lots of windows and, even now, I can still get completely lost in it... t-that house...

Later on, he ended up realizing I wasn't happy about his actions. I noticed that when he started to spoil me, being extra nice and always asking my opinion on things. He would even give me baskets full of tomatoes more often and hug me and tell me how cute I was. Then, I would headbutt him on the stomach. Although, such attention felt... quite nice.

I felt the movement of my chest, as I sighed.

That was a really long time ago.

I looked up to the sky to notice the night had fallen already. Although it was a bit chilly, it still felt nice being outside, sitting in the wooden porch. I've grown used to walk around the house without any shoes on lately, so, I allowed myself to feel the grass ever so lightly under my feet. Feliciano had been gardening and watering the whole garden not so long ago, so it felt really refreshing... relaxing... I'm kind of tired... Maybe I'll just lay down for a while...

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"Lovi~!" I felt something brushing the top of my hear, fiddling with my hair. "Oi, Lovi~!" Whatever it was, it stopped. Hmm... I don't care... I was having such a wonderful dream... It involved a huge tomato pizza and stepping the potato bastard. Dammit! Maybe, if I don't open my eyes, the dream will return. I still feel light-headed, anyway. "Ah~! Eres tan lindo, mi Lovino~. Especialmente cuando duermes~." What I just noticed to be a hand pursued playing with my hair. Dangerously close to my curl. Now, I'm awake.

"Dammit, bastard!"

Spain screamed in a higher pinch than his normal voice (in a quite amusing way, if I can say for myself) and backed away from me. And, like it wasn't enough to prove his point, he jumped to the grass below us and covered his … hmm... v-vital regions with his hands.

"Please, Lovino! No need to headbutt and crush my stomach or... other areas!"

"What the heck, bastard! I'm not going to do that!"

"Ah~!" He sounded very relieved. "I knew you wouldn't, Lovi~!" Pff! It shows. He took his hands from... where he had putted then moments ago. "You know, I-"

"It freaking hurts my head doing so, dammit."

For a moment, he just stared at me, as if I had thrown cold water at his face. Then he laughed lightly. Such a idiot he is. The freaking bastard.

"Ah~! Lovino~! I missed you~!"

I can feel my cheeks burning just by his tone.

Now... he said he- W-What? T-The bastard! Saying that! I don't like when he says stuff like that! It makes my brain to go mushy... in several weird, yet not bad, ways, dammit! He's an idiot! I should kick him in the parts he seemed so eager to protect, after all. But I decided I could hurt myself in the process. He may seem like a complete douche sometimes, but he is quite though.

I feel another thought crossing my mind... It only had been two damn weeks since the last time I saw him. Even if it was two moths, two years, for all I care, what the hell does he miss about me? My so many original ways to break his possessions, dammit? Does he like to have his freaking house ruined or something?

I didn't had time to ask that, I'm not even sure if I was going to, anyway, I often surprise myself with my own damn words... yes, pejorative language included. It's not like I think I should add some freaking swears to a perfectly formed sentence. It just happens, it was a stupid habit I raised since I remember.

I heard the glass door sliding in a quick, firm movement, breaking my line of thoughts. Spain, who had been staring at me like some freaking psycho, smiling his head off, looked to the inside of the house. I noticed the glow on his eyes changed (did it... softened?), when they left me.

"Vee~! The pasta's ready~!"

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"Ah~! Eres tan lindo, mi Lovino~. Especialmente cuando duermes~." → "Ah~! You're so cute, my Lovino~. Especially when you're asleep~."

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A/N

It makes me happy, writing this~. It's fun to try putting myself in Romano's head... or at least what I think Romano's head is like. Ah~! He's one of those characters that just grows on a person, isn't he? ))

Anyway, I wanted to post this up earlier, but I was at my grandma's. Which means not having internet at all. I'll allow myself to say "Dammit!", haha~.

Now, something more cheerful: Thank you guys~. For the reviews (it made me happy to read them) and for the favourites and the... hmm... alerting thing to keep on track with the story~. It makes me motivated to see that the first chapter, even being as dull as it was, caught your eye in some way. I'm not very fond of this chapter either, but, if I started to jump from scene to scene, it would look weird. I hope it gets more interesting from now on (at least, what I have in mind is quite more interesting, I hope I can pass it to words without losing it's... essence). Also, I'm confused with the genre of this story, right now. I don't really think it has one. ''OTL

I'll continue this for I-have-no-idea-how-many chapters.

By the way, I'm truly sorry for the long comment~! I won't type as much in my next author notes, don't worry. And, again, hope you like it~! ))))

Oh! Oh! I'm sorry! It's just one more thing: Fear my love for the romantic languages~! Haha~!

'This to say I'm not sure if the little bit of Spanish I wrote is mistakes free. I wrote the thing myself, then, cheeked in Google Translator. But that thing is freakish to the bone (I hate it when it confuses the time of the verbs)! Ergo, I don't trust it much. I prefer to rely on myself. )) So, if you see a mistake, feel free to tell me. No worries, I won't, ah, headbutt you in the stomach or anything, haha~!

And, now it's for real: ENJOY~!