God must love torturing me with these damn dreams; either that or I'm deprived of sexual pleasure and my body wants it, badly. When I fell asleep again, I instantly went back to having sex with Antonio; it's just this time it was a bit vivid and harder. He wouldn't let me breathe when we kissed, he wouldn't stop thrusting inside of me at a pace unknown to me, he'd almost squeeze the life out of me, but then stop so that I could enjoy the pleasure he was giving me.

I was disgusted with myself and hated the fact that I actually loved it. I can't believe what I'm saying, but it's true; I love the hard sex he's giving me; telling him that I'm enjoying it, I groan and beg for him not to stop. He just smiles and presses his lips against mine as he thrusts into me again and again.

"Roma," he says once peeling away from my lips. I moan and grip onto his messy hair, telling him that I'm listening, "I love you, so much." I smile and he kisses me again, but this time a bit softer. He also slows down a bit and I release a sigh as he starts caressing my body with his kisses. "I hope you stay with me." I look down at him and see his smile; it was great but for some reason, it wasn't the same as the real Antonio.

"I-" he thrusts and I lay back on the bed. "I don't know."

His face appears above mine making me jump; he was confused and trying to suppress his anger. "Why?"

"If I do, doesn't that mean I'll be leaving the other people that I care about?" He loses his composure and starts to thrust angrily. "Ow...damn it...stop! It hurts!"

"I'll stop if you say that you'll stay."

"I'm not staying you damn dastard!" He stops and all of a sudden I feel alone. I open the eyes that I sealed shut from the pain and say the ceiling of my room. I slowly sit up and stare into my dark surroundings. I had pinched myself and yelped; I'm awake now, but why? I look around and eye the clock. "It's only three in the morning." I mumbled to myself. "Damn it."

I relax back onto my back and stare at the ceiling. That wasn't Antonio; it never was. His face had taken the form of the tomato bastard, that's all. But why? Why take his face? I don't even know the guy and here my mind fantasizes about having sex with him. I blush to the point where my ears also feel warm. If he was here he'd call me a damn tomato again. I smiled to the simple thought but then scowled. Damn it, Romano, you're a man; you should dream about having sex with hot girls, not handsome boys. I blushed as I called him handsome. I threw my hands over my eyes and rolled over while groaning. What's gotten into me?

I spread my fingers and sigh. "I should go back to sleep." I said to myself and I did. This time, the fraud didn't appear in my dreams; it was the real one only we weren't having sex, we were having a decent conversation while eating pasta at his place. With a smile on my face, I feel deeply asleep with that picture rolling into a dream.

oooooooooooooooooooooo

"Romano! Wake up!" My eyes were too heavy and I decided to ignore my brother. "Romano!" He whined.

"Damn it, Feli." I sat up in bed and glared into his teary eyes. Why were they filled with tears? I frowned and scooted over to him placing a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

He was shocked at my act of concern, but shook his head saying he was fine. "Do I look sad? I'm sorry."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "You need to stop apologizing when you haven't done anything wrong." He smiled weakly and I sighed with annoyance. "Just tell me what the hell is wrong!"

He opened his mouth, then shut it. What was bothering him? "I-" he started, but then paused as he wiped his eyes, "I had a nightmare." I slowly nodded. "About...out parents."

I looked away from him and shook my head. "Feli-"

"Don't tell me that I should get over it!" I was taken aback at his shout. "I can't! I just can't, all right?" He started to cry a bit. "I just can't accept it or let it go. I don't know how you can do that." He glanced up at me and I was feeling just as shitty as he was right now. "How can you accept their deaths?"

My eyes started sting; signs of tears were coming up and I held them back long enough for me to speak without a shaky voice. "I..." I looked into his eyes and a tear broke free. "I don't accept it." He was still silent, but shocked at my honesty. "One of us has to move on though, and I knew that it had to be me, so I tried to keep calm and composed for you." He nodded slightly. "Damn it," I ruffled my hair out of annoyance, "I'm just as upset as you, Feli, but I have too much shit on my mind; I don't think about them or it as often as you do."

He nodded again and hugged me. I looked down at my sad twin. "I know that it's only six, but I don't want to go to school today." He looks up into my face. "Could you say that I was sick today? And apologize to Ludwig for me, too." I rolled my eyes. "Please Romano."

I glared at the wall, thinking about it, then sighed. "Fine, damn it, just don't expect me to help you with your homework."

He smiled and nodded. "Thanks Lovi~" I eyed his face as he said my other name. "I'm going back to bed now." He stated getting up off my bed.

"Rest well, brother." He smiled and left the room. I sat staring at the doorway and sighed getting up as well. I showered, got dressed and checked on Feli. "Say Feli?" He turned his head to look at me. "Is it okay if I go to someone's house tonight?" He smiled and I blushed.

"If you want to go to Antonio's it's fine with me." I scowled.

"Who said I was going to that idiot's house?" He just laughs and turns again letting me know that he wanted to be left alone now. I gave him his wish and left him alone.

I went down stairs and looked at the clock: 6:48. I still have an hour to kill. I went into the kitchen and started to bake some breakfast. A couple of minutes later, I was eating bacon and eggs with some sausage. I know, I said sausage, but I can't have this kind of meal without it. Wurst is sausage, but I'm not eating wurst; if I was I'd be gagging right now. I hate admitting that I like German things. And this did not start because of the potato bastard; I've always been like this...okay, maybe it is because of that damn German kid.

I was done with my breakfast and started cleaning the dishes when I heard a knock on the door. "Who could be here so early in the damn morning? And before school even." I finished cleaning and dried my hands on my jeans as I headed to the door. The knock came again. "I'm coming! Geez." I opened the door and almost slammed it on the face I saw.

"Hello," the blonde Brit said with a sheepish smile, "I didn't know if this was the right house, but it looks like I was right." I scowled and he gave me one, too. "Look, I can tell that you don't like me and it's obviously because I'm British," he couldn't be more right, "but I can't let some one new hate me just because of my nationality." He stated as he held out his hand. I just stared at it. "I'm Arthur Kirkland, the student council president of this high school, and I hope that you'll become friends with me."

I scoffed as I pushed his hand away. "That's all nice and dandy, Arthur," he was scowling even more, "but I don't care about anything right now." I walked back into my house leaving the door open and the Brit took that as an invite. "Don't get too comfortable, I'm just getting my stuff then I'm gone." I didn't know if he heard me or not, but just ignored the fact that he was even here. I grabbed a note and wrote a message to Feli saying that I made him his breakfast and that it was in the fridge. I posted it on the door with a magnet. As I turned to grab my bag, I saw Arthur holding a picture. "Put that down!" I said running over and snatching it away from him.

He looked at me. "Are these your parents?"

"Yeah, so?" I wiped it then placed it down gently where it was before.

"Where are they?" I ceased moving and stared at the picture.

This picture was with Feli and I being held by our father and our mother smiling at her happy children; even Grandpa Rome was in this picture. It's the only picture that has all five of us with smiles on our faces. I cleared my throat to make the lump go away. "There dead."

The air had softened a bit and I dared myself to look at him. He was giving the face of pity to me. "I'm sorry."

"You should be!" He flinched. "Damn Brits! I hate them. If our parents hadn't befriended those bastards, they would still be here; Feli and I wouldn't have moved. We'd still be with our friends back in Italy and we wouldn't have to go through all this damn trouble of living alone and sad. And I hate being pitied! If there is someone who should be pitied it's Feli; he's taken it harder than me. I'm the one who's trying to move on, but I seem to be pulled back down into this state of depression. At least that was when my parents we always on my mind, but now I barely think about them." I looked away from the hurt Arthur and tried to drill holes in the walls with my eyes as I calmed down. "When I state that fact, I feel like that I'll forget them."

The blonde shook his head and patted my shoulder; I didn't bother it, I just let it rest there. "You could never forget them." I stopped staring at the wall and looked at him. His smile was friendly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...upset you. Now I know why you don't like the British, but you don't have to hate me, right? I wasn't the one who was part of the accident, was I?"

"Of course not, idiot." He chuckled and I smiled. You know, this Brit may not be half bad. Still, I'm not going to let our friendship be too damn easy to handle. I looked up at the clock and gasped. "Holy shit. We better get going." I grabbed my bag and headed to the door with a now freaked out blonde. "Where did the hour go?"

"You know what they say." Arthur said running along side me. "Time fly's when having fun."

I laughed aloud. "We were having fun?" He laughed as well. "Like hell we were." We laughed together as we entered the school and ran to out lockers. "See you in English." I say as he fished out his binders and ran.

He turned his head a bit and nodded as he continued going. I, too, fished out my stuff and ran to the class. As I entered through the door, the last bell rang and I sighed. "Nice timing, Mr. Vargas." I look at the teacher and scowl. He chuckled. "You can take the free seat next to Arthur."

"Just great." I say aloud. "I'm stuck with the Brit already." Arthur chuckled. I'm guessing he's already figured out that I'm stubborn.

I took my seat and he smiled. "Hello stranger."

"Let's keep it at that. Us as strangers." He chuckled and opened his book to the page our teacher specified for us. "By the way, my name's Romano." He looked up from his book and smiled.

"Getting soft now are we?" I scowled and opened my book as well.

"In your damn dreams, Brit." He shook his head and his full attention was now on the class.

After English was Spanish and I didn't mind; a lot of Italians knew Spanish since they were young, Feli and I are some of those Italians. When I saw that tomato bastard, though, I wanted to drop the course. "Roma!" He said waving his hand then pointing to the empty seat beside him. I was going to brush him off, but found my feet walking towards the seat. "Hey," he said as I sat down, "I didn't know you took Spanish."

I shrugged. "Most Italians take it, but I was forced to take the damn class." He was frowning. "What?"

"You don't like my language?" He's a Spaniard? Oh shit. I just blew it. Wait.

I shook my head. "I like it it's just I've taken Spanish classes since I was five, so it gets old after a while." He smiled and nodded.

"I know how you feel. When it comes to English I'm the same." I just nodded then focused on the teacher, but I knew he wouldn't let us stop talking just yet. "So," he paused for me to turn, but I didn't and just continued, "when would you like to come to my house?"

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but look at him. Why is he asking me now? Does he know that I want to go to his house. Wait, I didn't say where I wanted to go, so that means I could go anywhere, but still...damn it, I was going to ask him about coming over. Ugh! Damn. I calmed down and shrugged. I seem to shrug a lot just to try and rub the people talking to me off. Sadly, this air head could never take a hint about someone not wanting him around. "I don't know, damn it." I whispered when I couldn't stand his stare.

He chuckled. "Antonio!" He looked at the teacher. "Are you talking while I teach?"

"No, ma'am." He said with a killer smile. She nodded then continued the lesson.

When I thought we were finally done talking, a note is thrown onto my desk. I ignore it at first, but his stare was starting to irritate me again; it's like he's drilling wholes into my head until I look at the note. I sigh and picked up the note. I read it and blushed. Would you like to come tonight? And why don't you sleep over; if you don't have any plans after school that is. And I hope you sit at the same table with us again. Let's hope that this time we'll be able to eat. Antonio~

"Idiot." He chuckled. I decided to write something back and took my pen. I already have plans today. I'd never sleep at your place. And don't count on me sitting with you again. Damn tomato bastard. I threw the note back to him and he read it instantly. He had frowned but then chuckled at the last part.

The next thing I knew, another note was tossed over. I read it. I guess you were right about how it doesn't matter what you call others; you always will call me that won't you? I paused. Was it me or did this sound like he was sad that I called him that, or was he...happy. I peeked at his face and saw his smile again. He's happy. I read the rest. It's too bad that you're busy. I was looking forward to your company today if you had come. Why wouldn't you sleep at my house? Oh and you looked like a tomato when you read the first note. There was a smiley after that and I blushed again.

I wrote back: Shut up, bastard! And I just don't want to spend nights at your house. I'm too new here.

I tossed, he read, he tossed. So? It's fun to sleep at a new friends house, isn't it? You looked like a tomato again. Smiley. Oh and if you're wondering about cooking class, I heard we're making English dishes. If you don't like those dishes then you better bail. I'll bail with you, too; I don't like English food. Oh and English as in British.

I rolled my eyes. I knew what he meant when he said "English dishes" I'm not that dumb. I wouldn't know. I haven't really slept at a friends house; Feli is the one who did that. I stayed home. Who said I'd bail? Just because their food is shitty doesn't mean that I should bail the only class I like so far. Oh and I'm not an idiot, idiot.

I threw it back over to him and he read it. He had a frown when he read the first few things then smiled at the last thing. He gave me the note again. Oh...where is Feli anyway? I haven't seen him. Since you're not bailing, I guess I'll stay as well.

I blushed and wrote back quickly. Feli didn't feel well today. Why the hell would you stay if I stay?

What happened? Is he okay? Because I don't want you to suffer the food alone.

Stop saying stupid things, idiot! And he's fine. He just didn't want to come to school today that's all.

And for the rest of class we passed notes. The bell rang after some minutes and the teacher was shocked at how our work was done even thought she knew we were passing notes. Now she knows that no matter what, we'll do our work and hand it in. We aren't that much of lazy ass bums and anyway, mom use to scold Feli and I back then. She scolded us for not being able to multitask and told us how. Later, we were able to pass notes and do word at the same time. This was when we were six and we didn't know what multitasking meant then.

After Spanish was gym, where I met Alfred, an obnoxious blonde who knows Arthur and claims to be his boyfriend. When he told me that, I was shocked and blinked. Arthur, on the other hand, blushed, slapped him upside the head and called him a "git". I laughed and Arthur blushed even more. Once that class was done, it was math class next, then lunch came after. The trio sat where we were yesterday and the potato bastard joined only because he wanted to ask about my brother. I told him off and said that he shouldn't bother my brother: "else I'll tear your balls off and you won't be able to germinate afterward." Gilbert snickered and the one being warned, and threatened, just shook his head as he ate his meal.

Cooking class came next and I should have bailed; Arthur was cooking and when I ate his food, I almost died from food poisoning, or at least that's what I thought it was. I never knew food could be made so horribly. My almost faint attack gave Antonio and I an excuse to leave. "That damn food was horrible." I shared while splashing my face in the bathroom sink.

"Told you we should have bailed." I glared as he giggled. "Well, now you know and now you'll learn to steer clear of that food; especially the food made by Arthur."

"Damn right." He chuckled again and we left once I felt better.

After cooking, came science, then history, then study hall, then school was over. I walked out with my bag full of finished homework and stretched my arms. "Damn, this day was too long."

"Not for me." I looked behind me and saw the Spaniard. "So, you walk home?"

I nodded. "I live right across from the school." I said pointing to my white house with green shutters and a red roof. We got the house because it had the three colors of the Italian flag. "It's not that much of a hassle to come to school, except this morning. That damned Arthur had distracted me this morning and almost made me late."

Antonio laughed and clapped my shoulder. "I wasn't able to ask you during lunch, but," he met my eyes and I couldn't look away, "are you sure you don't want to come over? I know you said you had plans, but-"

"I don't have plans." He blinked and I blushed, realizing what I said. I sighed turning away. "I said that because I was worried about Feli, b-but I can come over if you want." I could feel the rays of happiness jump from his smile onto my back. "But I'm not sleeping over!" I shout as I turn and point at him.

He nodded. "That's okay. You can do that some other day." I let my hand fall, and, no sooner did it rest against my side did Antonio's hand grab it as he dragged me off. "Let's go!" He said as I tried to gain my balance and looked at my hand being held by his. "My house is a couple of blocks from the school."

I continued to stare at our touching hands and started blushing. "Bastard." I mumbled.

I didn't fight him once on the walk to his house and I ignored all the people who were giving us either surprised, disgusted or angered looks while we passed them. He's making me embarrassed and I focus on our hands to block out the other things around me. I tired to describe how his hand felt in my mind and wound up saying it's soft, warm, comforting, like we were meant to hold hands...wait...what did I just think? I shook my head a bit and regretted it as both of the dreams I had this morning came to mind. I knew that the first one was with a fraud, but still, I'm holding hands with the actual person that my mind fantasized about having sex with me. I tried to throw that thought away and concentrated on the other one. I smiled and blushed as I recalled the nice feeling I had when dreaming this up.

As I'm off in my own world, I didn't notice Antonio stopping and walked right into him. "Damn it," I say looking up at him, "warn me when you're going to stop." He just smiled and dragged me again towards a house.

"This is my home, Roma." He said as he stopped again, but this time on the door step. "I hope you'll like it."

He was still holding my hand as he opened the door to his read house. I didn't need to know why he had it red; there could only be two reasons: red is one color of the Spanish flag, and it's the color of tomatoes. I smiled at the second reason and was pulled into the house of the one person who I didn't want to be alone with. What was sad, though, was my fear about him living alone came true. Why does this bastard have to live alone? I whine inside my head. This is going to be a damned visit. I can feel it.


Third one in, yes! And this one has more description of the dream :) but it's not what he was expecting. He also starts fearing the worst about what will happen between him and the "tomato bastard". You know Romano should stop calling him that when i'm typing even thought Antonio doesn't really mind. "It's a way Roma~ shows his love!" is what the Spaniard would probably say. lol

So, so far Romano is going to have his first visit, and possibly first (forced) sleep over (but who know?), and i wonder if everything will go right or go wrong. Let's hope that it goes right, but you never know, it could start out right then start going wrong. I might do that just for the heck of it ;)

I'm glad that i've gotten a couple of reviews so far and i only had two chapters up, but i guess i should just be thankful. So thanks to those who have reviewed so far. I hope you still like this story once i continue.

By the way, i don't know when i'll be updating the next parts of my stories; i'm in drama this year and i'm going to be pretty busy, so it might be a while, but i'll try to update when i can. I swear. Oh and anyone who has read Bela's Break Through and started reading the sequel to it, Is this Friendship or Is this Love, i'll have you know that the second chapter will be in soon.

Thanks for reading! R&R! :)