It seemed to become normal for those at The Holy Roman Empire's House to think of Italy as two seperate people: Italy and Romano.
Holy Rome seemed to be even more nervous of his affections towards Italy, and it seemed that he had forgotten that Italy was a boy yet again.
Lovino kept himself silent on the outside, and seemed to be almost silent inside of Italy's head as well.
He hated it whenever Holy Rome approached his younger brother, but he did nothing to stop it.
Today, something was going on, because it seemed like all of the grown countries that surrounded them were busy; they seemed to be leaving the house to fight against a spaniard.
An unfamiliar man entered the house, and knelt down by The Italy Twins.
"I'm Spain, and I recently got control over South Italy. I have come to take you home." He stated.
"No!" Romano growled, having momentarily taken control over the shared body that he resided in with North Italy.
"I have to, besides you will like it at my house." Spain cheerfully told them.
"Damn it! I said no!" Romano continued to shout at him.
"You'll like it there." Spain insisted.
"Can we split up the time at each of the houses, because you said that you only have control over half of Italy?" Feliciano had taken control over the body that he shared with his older brother; Feli hated the idea of being seperated from his love, Holy Roman Empire, and would do anything to stay with him.
"Would that make you happy?" Spain asked them.
"It would." Italy answered, cheerfully.
"I'll go talk to Austria about this, sí?" Antonio told them.
"Sí." Little Italy responded, gleefully; he wouldn't be seperated from Holy Rome after all!
Spain left to talk with Austria about splitting the time up, and Romano decided to confront his brother.
"You idiota! We don't need to be around that jerk!" Lovino yelled at his brother from inside of their shared head.
"But we have to, Fratello! He beat Mister Austria and Miss Hungary!" Italy whined.
"I don't like the idea of living with that jerk!" Romano grumbled, remembering vaguely how he had felt when he had first seen the man, and spoken to him.
"We don't know him; he could be a really nice guy." Feliciano tried to be optimistic about living with a stranger.
"I don't have to like him, do I?" Romano pointed out, and ended the conversation with that one sentence.
Italy sighed out loud.
"Hola! You can stay with me half of the time, and the other half here." Spain seemed to radiate happiness.
Italy beamed, and held out his little hands for a hug.
Antonio returned said hug, cheerfully.
Romano felt his heart nearly jump out of his chest, and his soul seemed to sparkle with sparks of electricity.
He had temporary control of the body at the moment, and felt his face flush red.
Part of him wanted to yell at the man that was hugging him, but he wanted to yell at Feliciano more; Feli just seemed happy in the back of Romano's head.
"What are you doing, you jerk?" Romano tried to yell at Spain, but his voice was breathless from both the hug, and the emotions rolling through his body.
"I'm giving you the hug that you wanted." Spain answered, simply with a very happy smile.
Lovino didn't want to tell him about the fact that he shared his body with his younger brother, so he just sighed in response.