"WHAT THE HELL BASTARD?! IT IS BAD ENOUGH THAT I HAVE TO PLAY THIS STUPID AMERICAN GAME WITH YOU, BUT I WAS NAPPING AND YOU WAKE ME UP? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL, BASTARD?" Romano had just been awakened from a nap. Why, He did not know. He only knew his was pissed and Spain was there to blame it on. Easy! So what if his ear splitting screams be heard in America's place? He was mad, god damn it!

"But Roma..." GOD he hated that nickname! "We have to play America's game or the girl might get angry again! You remember what happened last time.." Romano cringed as he tried not to repeat the contents of the letter in his mind. She had been very, VERY , mad. (A/n Sorry Roma! You are my go to RP character!) He went down the stairs, and plopped himself down on Spain's couch. Just as Spain open his computer, A Face Chat request popped up. Without asking for permission from the grumpy Italian, he clicked the button, and the two were greeted with a Huge smile, and a pair of Eyebrows.

"Dude! Spain! That you Bro?" America asked, Being more quiet than usual.

"Thank you America. Much better than poor Italy and Germany." The Brit said in the background.

"So anyway, DUDES! I got another email from the chick! Now, Everytime we die, We have to kiss our partners! Isn't that fun? Anyway, Gotta call the others! Peace you two!" And with that, The American hung up.

Romano felt his face getting hot. Kiss this Bastard?! No way in Hell was that going to happen. He risked a glance at the other. The carefree Spaniard was grinning and laughing his ass off. Typical. I am trapped with this Idioto until one of the pairings beats the game... Fuck. He thought moodly. Well. No harm in.. Starting the game... Right? As he grumply booted up the laptop and started the game, Spain came over and decided, 'Hey! Romano is in a bad mood, so imma cuddle him! Dur!'. Romano simply flicked the side of his head while saying no. Romano's Phone rang with a call from Italy. As he angerly greeted his brother, A loud crash was heard in the background.

"FRATELLO! I NEED YOUR HELP! SAY HERBIVORE IS BETTER THAN CARNIVORE ROMA!" Romano's fellow italian had not sounded this angry since... Never.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"DO IT ROMANO! HURRY!"

"AND WHY THE HELL SHOULD I?"

"GERMANY THINKS CARNIVORE IS BETTER! HERBIVORE IS MUCH BETTER!"

"POTATO BASTARD IS ALWAYS WRONG!" Said Roma, and he hung up and turned off his phone. He turned to the Spaniard, and sat next to him. "Fuck all of this," he muttered before choosing the planet with a multiplayer symbol. They chose the cell stage, mainly because it was the only option, and moved to the decision of H vs C (BATTLE~ BEGIN!)

"Herbivore," romano said, and clicked the button before Spain could protest, But he did not want to be a, as he put it, 'Meinie Carnivore' And eat everyone. An owl Flew in the window and landed on Spain's head. It had a note on a rainbow colored banner, and it said "Name the World Marukaite. Don't take notes from owl. Barn cannot write," Okay then. But if Germany and Italy knew, the only two left were Potato bastard 2 and... Um..He couldn't quite remember the name.. But anyway! Spain typed the name that was given, and the graphics started.

A/N- Hey Three chapters! I'm on FIRE! FIRE! ENGLAND trIED COOKIng FIRE!FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Whoop. I OWN NOT THE HETALIA MAGIC OF THE SPORE MAGIKS!