"Roma, stay still, por favor! I don't want to cut you." Antonio said for about the hundredth time to the wiggling child. Antonio was doing his best to trim up Romano's hair in the bathroom over the tub. Since the Spaniard cut his own hair to save some money, it wasn't very difficult to cut another person's hair. If the person stayed still, unlike the little Italian who became bored very easily even with an ipad in his hands.

"But you're taking forever! And I need to poop!" Romano threatened. It worked very well since the Spaniard already discovered Romano's lack of potty training last night. After a few more snips from the scissors, Romano was free. Throwing off the towel that was wrapped around his shoulders, the boy turned around and shoved the ipad in Antonio's hands then gripped onto the top of his shorts. "Go, gooo! I need to poop badly!" Romano didn't need to say anything else because the Spaniard quickly stood up, placed the scissors on the counter top and shut the bathroom door behind him as he left.

After the Italian was done with his business, he pulled a little step stool in front of the sink so he could wash his hands. While drying them Romano glazed into the mirror, studying his hair. He hated it. Everyone in school had better hair cuts, why couldn't the stupid Spaniard give him something better than his boring old hair cut? The Italian began playing with his hair, moving his bangs over the top of his head. If he could cut his hair while it was like that, the hair would stay like that, right? His gaze fell down to the scissor Antonio mistakenly left. With a few found confidence, Romano picked up the scissors with one hand while his other kept his hair in place. Excitement rushed through the little boy as he carefully aimed the two sharp ends in between his bangs, while also keeping his gravity defying curl out. It was the one thing he liked about his hair, since his grandpa had the same wild curl. Trying to keep his breath steady now, Romano slowly squeezed his fingers together and the scissors enclosed around his bangs. With a slow and steady snip, a bundle of hair fell down into the sink and scattered all around the counter. Wiping away the hairs that fell on his face, Romano looked in the mirror only to find that his hair did not stay straight up like it was suppose to. "Tch! Stupid hair..." Romano muttered as he grabbed a tuft of hair on the top of his head and cut it again. Maybe it'd stay the way he wanted it to if he cut it shorter. After a few more tries, it was becoming apparent to the little Italian that his hair would not simply change into the hair style he wanted. Getting more frustrated, Romano's muttering grew louder until it caught attention to a certain someone waiting near by. There was a soft knock on the door before it was cracked open.

"Roma? Are you done?" Antonio was careful not to open the door too wide to see the toilet, but when his eyes caught a glimpse of the mirror he threw the door wide open. "ROMANITO! What are you doing?!"

"I…!… I just-….!" Romano stood frozen, midway through a cut on his right side bangs. With the overwhelming frustration crumbling down to embarrassment, the little Italian's face flushed as his eyes became watery. "I wanted to have a cool hair cut like the rest of the kids at school! But it's not working! And I'm bald now!" Choking on his tears now, Romano lowered the scissors and began rubbing his eyes with the same arm that held the sharp object. He listened to Antonio's foot steps as he walked toward the young boy, then felt his gentle hands carefully pry the scissors away before they made their way around Romano and embraced him. The Italian clung onto the older man's shirt and they stayed there until Romano had calmed down. Antonio placed his hands on top of Romano's shoulders as he slowly pulled away to get a better look of the damage he had done. The young boy was sure he'd be punished this time, the man who had him before would punish him for any little screw up he did. But Romano was surprised when the Spaniard's lips twitched into a small smile, then turned into a grin, and then turned into a laugh. "It's not funny, you jerk!" Romano huffed in irritation.

"Lo siento, Romano!" The Spaniard giggled.

"Sorry, my ass!" Romano managed to punch Antonio's shoulder and the older man let go to rub the sore spot. "You're just laughing cause now you have an excuse to ground or spank me, dammit."

At this the Spaniard stopped and stared at the young boy with a worried expression. "I would never spank you, mi tomate! And I don't think this is really worth a punishment. You understand that you should never do this again, si?" Romano looked up into Antonio's bright green eyes, something he had never done until now. Was he really serious? No spanking? No kind of punishment? The Italian tore his eyes away and looked down to his feet, the steady gaze Antonio was returning made him feel uncomfortable.

"Si..."

"Good." Antonio nodded, then opened the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and began rummaging through it. "Then let's give you a new haircut!" Romano brightened up and tried to peak at what Antonio was grabbing.

"Really?!"

Antonio chuckled as he pulled out a hair clipper. "Really!" Romano's face turned from happiness to horror. The Spaniard could sense it but before he could calm the Italian down, the boy bolted out of the room with lightening speed.

"NOOO!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. "YOU'RE NOT SHAVING MY HEAD!"

"ROMANITO, IT'S ONLY A BUZZ CUT!" Antonio yelled back as he turned around and began his chase after the little Italian.

The next morning Romano showed up to school with a buzz cut, much to everyone's surprise. But, of course, the anti gravity curl stayed.