Romano sat out in the hall, staring at his feet, and for once, he was actually happy that the hallway had a sitting room. It was quiet here, and he could think without getting too much into his head. The air conditioner's vent was right over his head, but surprisingly, it helped him to calm down and think better. He wanted to think of something, but nothing came to mind, so he just sat there in a trance-like stance for who knows how long when- "Eh- Romano?" A voice asked, tapping his shoulder.

Romano frowned and flicked his eyes up- not even bothering to lift his whole head, that would be too much, besides, he already knew it was Antonio, "What?" Romano asked, wishing the guy would leave him alone, it was awkward with him just standing over him like that.

"Nothing, nothing." Antonio tisked, walking over to the other chair to sit down. Antonio was silent for a moment, getting Romano's hopes up that there would be quie-, "So… you couldn't sleep too?"

So much for Romano's alone time… Romano sighed, "No, it's only what-?" Romano asked, glancing up at the clock, "Barely, eleven o'clock now? I'd just be getting home and besides- I don't go to bed until late."

"Ah- you have a job that keeps you up late too?" Antonio commented, noticing Romano glaring at him, he quickly added, "Or no job to go to?"

Romano frowned and didn't answer.

"Where are you from?" Antonio asked after a Romano didn't answer the question.

Romano shook his head, fed up with the man's constant questions, "Italy. I'm Italian, remember?"

"Yes, you did," Antonio smiled a bit as he laughed, "But not all people who are Italy come from Italy, right? I'm Spanish and am from Spain, and I could very well have been from Mexico. You never know, so I figured it'd be good to ask."

"Still don't know why you have felt like you had to ask-" Romano grumbled.

"But I also lived in Portugal with my brother and family for a while." Antonio continued on, happy to have someone to talk to, even if he carried on as if he wasn't the best listener, "Ah- he's - well… an adopted brother technically but he is my hermerno no matter what!"

"Aha.." Romano blinked, confused as to why telling your life story to a stranger seemed to be a good idea in the Spanish man's mind, "Well - I'm Italian from Italy - South Italy to be exact. And before you ask, I have a mom, a dad, brother, and grandfather who are all in Italy."

"Ohh, I see." Antonio nodded, beaming Romano seemed much more into the conversation now, "Only my brother lives here… My parents are back in Spain and Portugal - are a family is quite large."

Romano sighed, "So.. you mentioned work before, what job do you do?"

"Me?" Antonio asked shooked someone would ask him.

"Yeah, you." Romano said, before continuing because he might as well go first, "I'm a figure skater - though I don't skate at the moment because-"

"Because of your leg-" Antonio cut in, putting two and two together, "I can see… It looks like you might have broken something or-"

"Yes- I shattered it falling on the ice." Romano snapped, "What do you do?"

"Well, don't laugh-" Antonio said, pausing as if Romano was going to cut in, "but I'm a boxer."

Romano was silent and stared at Antonio, "Well… that explains your eye." Romano said, pointing to his eye.

Antonio laughed, "Yeah, it does, doesn't it? So, yeah- I box, and it's pretty cool…" The two of them sank into silence. Then Antonio shifted, "Hey.. you know, I have tickets to my next match if you want to come?"

"Hmm.." Romano thought, "Well, it depends on when it is." He said he wanted to get back on the ice as soon as he could.

"In two days," Antonio smiled, "I have the tickets back in my apartment, and I can bring them to you tomorrow morning if you'd like?"

"Sure, I'll come," Romano said he wouldn't be back on the ice in two days, no matter how hard he tried - might as well watch something entertaining.

They sat a couple minutes more before Antonio yawned and stretched, "Well, I'm gonna go get some shut eye… I'll find those tickets too- goodnight Romano."

Romano nodded and waved to him.

Antonio walked back to Alfonso's, and it was bliss, he was going to have someone cheer him on, something he'd wanted forever! He was so excited… now, all that he had to do was get some tickets to cover up the little lie he told. Antonio settled down on Alfonso's couch and tucked the blanket under his chin when an idea fluttered into his head - it was a crazy idea, but it might just work… And with a plan forming in his head, Antonio fell into a sleep.