~Two Days Later~
"Oh. Mio. Cazzo. Perbacco." Romano realized it finally. Finally he realized it. "How long have I been lying to myself?" I rested my forehead on my hand and sighed. "Antonio...it just had to be you..." Silent tears ran down the Southern Italian's face.
"He probably doesn't feel the same...I always treat him like crap." I thought to myself as I started to sniffle a bit. "He has always card for me. Even when I was a ragazzino to now. He must admire me as a little brother. He probably has never thought of me in such a way." I continued to think only of negative statements.
"Fratello! Spain-Onii-Chan is here, ve!" Italy burst into my room and shouted with glee. I hurried and wiped my face on my sleeve and answered back to him,"Like I care!" But really, why would I care when he would never love me back? Might as well try to forget it and try to move on.
"Romano...are you okay?" Italy's voice instantly became concerned; which was a very rare thing.
"I'm fine! Idiota!" I scoffed at him and crossed my arms.
Italy eyed me with suspicion for a few seconds before his regular happy self came back. "Spain came here to see you. I'll send him in, ve!" He cheerfully said before he left my room.
"No, no, no..." I muttered as I took a pillow and held my face in it. All I needed was to see the damned *cough* sexy *cough* Spanish man...
A few minuted later he came in. I didn't even notice him come in with my face buried in my pillow.
Spain really didn't know what to say when he came into the room to see Romano sulking into a pillow. It took him a few moments to think up of what to say to him.
"Having Mafia problems again?" I slightly jumped at the voice. It startled me.
"Damn you bastard!" I yelled as I threw my pillow at his head. Spain dodged it.
"You do!" He happily said it as if he won the lottery. I decided to just go along with it. It was better then confessing...
"Yes, tomato bastard, I'm having Mafia problems down in South Italy." I sighed. Stupid oblivious bastard!
"It's okay Romano! Every country had problems every now and then!" His R's rolled off and made shivers run down my back. Damn Antonio...why did he have to have such a damn sexy accent?
"Yeah...sure." I quietly agreed to him.
Spain smiled down on me. "Go downstairs and help Veneziano. I think he's trying to cook dinner for the three of us tonight." I commanded him. I really needed a bit more alone time. Antonio nodded and went downstairs.
"Dat. Ass." I said in a low voice as I slammed my head down onto my mattress; fanboying out and possibly nosebleeding.
Why must I have to be Tsundere when in love?
I'm surprised that I have never seen a Spamano where Romano says that X3 I just had to do it! Thank you everyone for your reviews so far! They make me so happy! Almost as happy as Spamano/Writing Spamano makes me :D
