~Lovino's POV~
Antonio brought me to a room with a big twin bed covered in tomato-red sheets. There was not much else in the room apart from a closet and a storage cabinet but I liked it like that. He had kept my old room exactly how it had been when I left at 15.
"Do you like it?" The Spaniard said putting a hand on my shoulder. I told him that I did indeed like it and that he should LEAVE ME IN FUCKING PEACE.
He left and I sat alone on my tomato-red bed and picked up my phone to call my brother. It took a while for the phone to be picked up but eventually it was answered.
"Hallo" That was not my brothers voice.
"Germany?! What have you done to Feli? Why are you answering his phone?!" I panicked, god if that potato bastard had done anything to feliciano I would personally make his life living HELL.
"Nein! Nein! Feliciano is just in the shower right now, he thought it was a good idea to roll down a muddy, grassy hill for fun. I will never understand that man" I sighed in relief and said goodbye to Germany, ok it was more like
"ITS YOUR FAULT FOR LETTING HIM STUPID BASTARD" and then I hung up. By now I was hearing crashes and bangs of pots and pans from downstairs. I stomped down the stairs and saw Antonio standing there guiltily
"What's up lovi?" What was that idiot doing?!
~Antonio's POV~
I took Romano up to his room nervously opening the door. I hadn't changed anything really since his last stay I had liked how it looked and he didn't seem to complain.
Hesitantly I asked "Do you like it?" I put my hand on his shoulder to stop from tripping over a bit of upturned carpet but he seemed to think I was being sentimental screaming at me to leave him alone.
I hurriedly shut the door walking down the stairs into the kitchen. Hmm cooking was a good idea something with tomatoes! Romano would love that. I grabbed an Italian cookbook flipping through it groaning at the amount of pasta dishes there were. I finally picked one chopping up the mini tomatoes and mozzarella that would go in the dish jumping as the fire alarm suddenly went off. Holy shit the bread in the oven I had put in this morning was on fire. Panicking I opened the oven my elbow hitting a stack of pots and pans that were balancing precariously on the counter. Oh no. I could hear Romano coming and I knew he was going to yell at me as I grabbed what I could throwing it in the sink smiling calmly as he walked in pots still all over the floor.
"What's up lovi?"