We managed to post! Look at that! We wrote this early and all that jazz.

Also it's my birthday and I'm going to bag about that.

Shoutout: Thanks to XxDarkAngelKnightxX for reviewing! We love you! Also, to the people reading this that aren't her, check her out! I've only read two of her stories, 'The Skeleton in the Pantry' and the one with Spain killing Romano's enemies - WHICH YOU NEED TO FINISH RIGHT NOW YOU BEAUTIFUL LITTLE PHUCKER WHOM I LOVE - but they are both great and we love her writing style! She is under our favorite authors so check her out! (I've read almost all her stories and love them all! 3-Sam) And welcome to our homicidal minds, new followers!

Disclaimer: We own 0 characters in this chapter. All we've got is the plot.

Warning: HOMICIDE WHOOP!

Sorry in advance for the ending...(I'm not really sorry, this was so fun to write, but you'll all porbably hate me by the end of this chapter. Hehe, sorry!- Sam)

OH and btw, translations will be at the bottom!

10:30 AM "Hey Roma! I know you're awake already so just pick up the phone please?"

Spain had been calling all morning, Romano had been refusing to answer it and just went outside to garden his beloved tomatoes to pass time. As Romano gardened outside, he had his phone sitting by him so he could hear Spain talk, but he never answered. Then the phone started to buzz once again for the seventh time this morning, 'what is he even calling me about? , Romano's hangover had been so bad he pretty much had forgotten about last night. Starting to get irritated, he put down the trowel and wiped his forehead before grabbing the phone.

"Ciao, now what do you keep calling me for, bastar-" He was cut off short by Spain freaking out.

"Ah, Romano you answered! Ready to start planning? I'll come over to your place so we can plan things out! Be there in 20!" Then Spain just hung up.

"What?! That bastard, what is he even talking about? 'Planning?'' Already putting Romano in an even more irritated state, he simply picked one last tomato and put it in the basket, grabbing it and his tools to head inside. It was really a beautiful day, as the sun shone bright, not even a cloud in the sky! Very low humidity and perfect weather over all, and now Spain just had to come over and ruin it! As Romano walked inside, he took off his sun hat and ran up the staircase to his bedroom to take a quick shower, not wanting to stay all sweaty from being outside all morning.

Stepping in the shower, he just stood there as the hot water ran down his back. 'What is he talking about? Did something happen last night? I can't remember a thing!' He sighed and decided to just go along with whatever crazy thing Spain and him were going to plan.

11:00 AM

The doorbell rang. Romano slips on a shirt with the Italian flag on it, he never really wore it so he just threw it on. As he made his way down the stair case, he noticed Spain looking through the window by the door to see if he was coming. When Spain made eye contact with Romano, he paused then smiled and waved his arms around. Romano just rolled his eyes and went to open the door. The second it swung open, Spain rushed in and grabbed Romano's waist, raising him up and spinning him around.

"AHH, PUT ME DOWN DAMN TOMATO BASTARD" Romano started thrashing around in Spain's arms as he tightened his grip on the Italian and giggled. Finally putting him down, his eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Hola mi querido! Ready to start planning? Are you excited?"

"Planning for what? I have no idea what the hell you're talking about, jerk"

Spain tilted his head to the side in confusion. 'Did he really not know? Maybe he forgot about what happened last night... He did drink a lot.' While thinking to himself, Spain started to giggle and cupped a hand over his mouth.

"Hey, what are you laughing about?" Romano fuming now, he really had no idea what had happened or what was so funny.

"Huh? You really must have been far drunker than I thought!" Spain grabbed his torso and bent over having another giggle fit.

"Oi, stop laughing at me and spill it already!"

"Sí Romano, sit down and I'll tell you!" Spain walked over to his table and took a seat, putting down a folder he had also been holding. Romano trailed behind the Spaniard, grabbing a tomato from his basket as he took his seat across from him. Spain started talking about their horrible date, and that he had to go looking for him in the bar. When he started to talk about when Romano started to cry at the bar, he saw the Italian tense up and turn red.

"..Then you sort of kissed me then stormed off home..." He finished his story and he heard Romano push the chair out and slam his hands on the table.

"I did what?" He towered over Spain in full rage of what his drunken self had apparently done. Spain didn't reply but just looked at him and gave a little smile. Romano just slumped back down in the chair, sighing and running his fingers through his hair. He opened his eyes again when he heard the folder being pushed his way. Looking at Spain, he just opened the folder to see what was inside. Romano's eyes grew wide and every muscle in his body tensed up when he read the writing on a small notebook inside the folder.

'Plans to make Roma happy: being a cannibal'

"I want to do this for you and make you happy. You told me you wanted to do this last night and it seemed to trouble you deeply. Let's go do this together, Roma" Spain just smiled and reached over to grab Romano's hand but he pulled away when he saw that Romano wasn't breathing and tears were welling up in his eyes.

"Romano are you okay?" He got up and walked over to him and embraced him, as soon as he did this, Romano let in a deep breath while trying to hold in his sobs.

"I-is this for r-real?"

"Sí, of course! Does this not make you happy, mi pequeño tomate?" He asked Romano and tried to comfort him, then Romano spun around, still in Spain's embracing arms, and hugged him back. He dug his face into Spain's chest and started to cry, wrapping his arms firmly around the taller brunette.

"Si t-grazie mille, in modo molto, molto, scatto bastardo" Romano spoke in his native tongue and struggled to get the words out as he felt the hot tears run down his face. Spain smiled, happy that his idea really was going to make him happy. Spain pet his hair and looked down at him, he was so happy but deep down he was wondering how much they would regret this in the future.

"Shall we?" Spain pulled away from Romano but kept his hands on this shoulders, and signaled over to the notebook with his eyes. Romano sniffled and wiped his eyes, turning back over to the table and taking his seat again. He didn't say anymore but just sat there, Spain smiled again and walked back around the small table and took his seat.

"So... Who did you have in mind? That is, if you even had thought about who..." Locking his gaze on Romano, he waited for a response, but he just sat there in deep thought.

"W-well... I've never done anything like this before, so maybe someone that would be easy to..." he trailed off and looked back up at Spain who just sat there with a wide smile.

"Sí sí, of course! Let's think... AH I know who!" Romano cocked his head as Spain leaned over the table to whisper into his ear, not wanting Romano's little brother, who somehow was still asleep upstairs, to hear him.

"Really? Him?" He pulled away and looked at Spain, 'He would be pretty easy I assume...' Thinking silently to himself, he looked back at Spain and saw him nod. They were really going to do this. Without even realizing it, Romano jumped up and started to dance, he was just so happy! Then he felt is stomach ache a little from hunger and laughed, then held out a hand for Spain to come join him. The man took his hand and they spun around the kitchen, completely forgetting about Romano's fratello sleeping upstairs. They laughed and then Romano slipped on some tomato juice on the floor and fell, hitting his head on the counter.

"Roma! Are you alright?" Spain stopped dancing and rushed over, putting is hands on Romano's shoulders and pushing the hair out of his eyes, accidentally touching his curl. Romano shot his eyes open, a blush growing all over his face as he gave Spain a much irritated look.

"Yea I'm fine, don't touch that, how many times must I say that, bastard?" He smacked Spain's hand off his shoulder, then cupped a hand over his mouth when he realized he was shouting. They both sat there, waiting for the smaller Italian to appear, but he didn't. They both ley out a sigh of relief and Spain helped Romano up, a silence stuck between them for a bit.

"Okay, so if we are going to do this let's get goi-" He was once again cut off by the Spaniard when he leaned forward quickly and kissed him on the lips. Romano grunted in surprise and let it go on, kissing back. He really was so happy in that moment he didn't mind the current situation.

"Ve~ Lovi?"

12:00 AM

Spain and Romano jerked apart when they heard the little Italian, both grew red and flooded with embarrassment. 'Fuck... Did he overhear us? What are we supposed to tell him?'

"Fratello, What are you doing? Oh, Ciao Spain!" Italy took a few more steps down the stair case, wearing nothing but his bathrobe. Just then, Romano's embarrassment quickly faded and was replaced by rage, his fratello just walked in on him and Spain kissing! What if he overheard them too?

"Veneziano, you bastard, go away!" Romano made his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palm.

"Vee~ what's wrong Romano?" Italy was unaware of his fratello's huge secret, and oblivious to what had been going on before he came out of his room.

"I said LEAVE!" Romano hissed again, clearly furious. "I want to spend time with Spain and you need to go."

"Why, fratello?"

"Dammit, I've changed my mind! Can't we eat that damned pasta loving idiot!?" Romano yells as rage got the best of him and without thinking, he turned around and took a knife from the counter. His next move was quick and silent, but it seemed to ring out in the room for ages. Romano threw the knife in his brother's direction, Italy didn't see it coming as the knife hit and stuck in his abdomen. Letting out a shriek of pain, Italy looked down to see the knife, which Romano had just thrown, sticking out of his stomach, blood already oozing out onto the wooden steps. He crumbled to the floor, tears starting to stream down his face. 'How could fratello do this to me?'

Romano stood up straight and looked at his brother, seeing the life slowly drain from his golden eyes that had opened in shock. Italy, now laying on his side, was clutching his abdomen where the knife still stuck with one hand, and reached out for his brother with the other. Taking one last breath, Italy managed to let out a small 've~' followed by his last words.

"Ti voglio bene, fratello..." His arm dropped to the steps, his eye lids dropped and his blood started to trail down the stairs, turning a dark red. Spain had his eyes wide in shock, he couldn't move but look over to Romano. He just kept a static face as he walked across the kitchen and over to the stair case, then walking up the stairs to his brother's dead body. He put his hand on the knife and yanked it out, even more blood poured out onto Romano's hand and soaking his brother's bathrobe. Romano looked at his hands that were now coated in blood, then leaned down to Italy's head and placed his blood soaked hand on his brothers head and whispered into his ear,

"Anch'io ti amo, fratello. Perdonami e vi ringrazio." Romano kissed Italy's cold forehead and stood up to face Spain again.

"No need to get Sealand anymore" Holding his calm face, he walked back down the stairs to Spain and wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him down to give a deep kiss. Spain still was frozen in shock of the murder, but then snapped back to reality and hugged Romano back and returning the kiss.

'We really did it... I'm overzealous that Romano is happy but...What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?'

What have we done, Sam...

Spanish

Hola mi querido- Hello my dear

Sí- Yes

Mi pequeño tomate- My little tomato

Italian

Si t-grazie mille, in modo molto, molto, scatto bastardo- t-thank you so much, so very, very much, jerk bastard

Fratello- Brother

Ciao- Hello

Ti voglio bene fratello - I love you, brother (in a family way, thank you for your recommendation, guest!)

Anch'io ti voglio bene, fratello. Perdonami e vi ringrazio- I love you too, brother. Forgive me and thank you.

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