Rainbow's Thought Volcano: Hello again, everyone! Man, daily updates feel really weird. Hopefully everyone's enjoying the fast schedule?
Welcome to the spamano chapter! Otp bias time again... Beware Romano's swearing. Avert your eyes, children!
Romano burst into the Italian kitchen with an angry look on his face. Then again, when didn't he have an angry face?
"Hey, listen here little brother! I've got some bad news for you," he warned, crossing his elbows on the table. Italy smiled; he always enjoyed surprise visits from his brother.
"Buon giorno, Romano! I just made some pasta! Would you like to eat some with me?"
"Not right now! This is important!" Romano cried, pounding a fist on the table. Italy furrowed his eyebrows in worry.
"What did you want to tell me? I hope it's nothing bad. I don't like bad news."
"The potato bastard likes you and is planning on telling you!" Romano exclaimed, worry dripping from his fierce voice. Italy relaxed and turned back to the giant pasta pot.
"Germany? I know he likes me! We're friends, after all! He's just really bad at showing it sometimes," Italy admitted happily. Romano shook his head.
"No, it's like more than friends," he expressed, avoiding the word 'love' like the plague.
"More than friends? You mean like best friends? But Germany and I already are best friends!" Italy chirped. Romano pinched his nose, fighting off a headache.
"No! It's like romance! He's being affected by it."
"Someone is trying to romance my Germany? Oh no… he's going to get so confused! He doesn't know how to deal with love! I've got to do something, but all I can do is surrender and cook pasta!" Italy threw down the serving spoon and clutched his head in worry.
"No, idiota! He's feeling the romance for you!" Romano exclaimed, pointing a finger towards his brother. Italy's heart, for a second, skipped a beat. But he quickly realized how ridiculous that would be. Germany, in love with him? Germany couldn't handle being in love with anyone! Let alone crybaby Italy Veneziano. He shook his head sadly.
"For me? Romano, you're not making any sense. I'm going to take a nap; maybe everything will stop being so crazy when I wake up again." He shuffled forlornly into his room. Maybe after a siesta all this nonsense would be sorted out.
Romano collapsed on the couch, unsuccessful in his attempts to warn his brother. He couldn't help but wonder: why did he dislike Germany so much? Sure he's ruthless, fierce, scary as heck, and German…okay, that's why. But he didn't seem like such a bad guy! He was crazy organized and efficient, and he always saved his and Italy's butts whenever they were in trouble. Should he give him a shot?
Romano's thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang. He didn't want to get up, but he didn't need to. Spain knew the door was unlocked and skipped into the living room.
"Hola, Romano! How's it going?" he asked. Romano groaned.
"How do you think, stupid? The potato bastard is going to confess to my brother!" Spain frowned and sat next to him on the couch.
"Ah, si, Prussia told me. It's going to be quite an eventful day tomorrow," he admitted, nodding slightly to himself. Romano looked at him incredulously.
"How can you be so laid-back? This is a serious shit-storm brewing!" Romano threw his arms into the air and jumped out of his seat in exasperation. Spain shook his head.
"Romano, it is not that bad! I'm sure Germany will take good care of your hermano, si?" Romano considered it a moment before throwing himself back onto the couch. He admitted to himself that Spain did have a point. Romano nodded mutely and crossed his arms.
"Well, he'd better. I will be there tomorrow to make sure he doesn't to any funny business." Spain raised an eyebrow.
"You're going to spy on their moment? Ay caramba! That is not good!" Romano slugged his arm.
"Shut up. You'd better come too, so you can testify in my defense when I kill that guy."
Spain stared at him for a moment before smiling.
"You care about Veneziano a lot, don't you?" Romano blushed and crossed his arms angrily.
"Shut up, Spanish bastard."