Romano woke up with a throbbing headache as the light shone brightly through the window. He sat up and looked around. He was in spain's house wearing some of spain's pajama pants and a large shirt. He got up and wondered to the kitchen for a glass of water and saw spain cooking breakfast. "Spain?" "Oh hey Roma, there's medicine in the cabinet. You must feel awful." Spain watched as a tired Romano swallowed the pill and headed for the cups. "Sorry for bringing you here, I couldn't find your key and the door was locked." Romano let out a sigh as he sat down. Great he lost the key to his house. "What happened to your face?" Romano looked closer as spain tried to hide his face. "Oh just hit myself while trying to get you home, by the way, when did you get the tattoo on your back?" Spain quickly changed the subject.
"Hmm? I got it two days after the funeral" spain set a plate of food down in front of Romano on the table. "It's beautiful, where did you find the picture for it?"..Romano grew quiet and looked down before answering soflty. "Feliciano painted it." Spain bit his lip. He felt guilty for even asking. Romano had been looking so much better and now he looked upset again.
Romano's flashback
"Feli, I'm home, where are you?" Romano walked through the door with bags on both arms and was instantly hugged by a giddy brother. "You promised today," he said giving his brother a prized smile before Romano sighed and put the bags down. "Si I did. Now lets get this over with." Feliciano pulled his brother into their art studio and sat himself behind the isle and canvas and grabbed the paint brush. Romano sat down on the stage in front of his brother. "How's this?" Romano gave a signature 'draw me like one of your french girls' pose while Feliciano laughed. "Ve~ Fratello take this seriously" Italy said as romano sat back and crossed his arms in his usual pose with his usual scowl. Feliciano opened his hazel eyes and looked intently before picking up the brush and giving long strokes to the canvas.
Romano watched in awe as his brother so intently stared at the canvas while he painted. Romano loved seeing Feliciano paint because it was the only time he ever looked concentrated. Sure he was jealous of his brother's talent but he just couldn't hate him. Pretty soon Feliciano stopped. Looked at his canvas one more time before giving a content nod and went back to his usual smile and closed eye waving his brother over to see his painting.
Romano walked over and stopped in his tracks when he saw the painting. He looked over it amazed before looking at his brother who looked pleased with his work. He hit Feliciano on the back of the head. "Ve~ Fratello that hurt, why did you hit me?" "What is that?! I sat there for hours and you didnt even paint me!" Italy gave a bright smile. "I think I captured you perfectly fine fratello." Romano looked at the painting again. "Im not a deer Feliciano." "Ve~ Its not physical! Its symbolic!" "Symbolic for what?" "It represent power, like you're attitude, but also sensitivity which you have alot of. The deer is the best description of you Fratello." Romano looked back at the painting. It was beautiful really. "Can I keep this? I want to put it on my wall." Feliciano looked at his brother in shock before hugging him tightly. "Of course you can, next time you paint me and I'll hang it up." "Ill paint you as a bug, because you always bug me." Romano snickered. "Ve~ Fratello that wasn't funny at all."
Present time
"Romano?" Spain's voice pulled him out of his flashback and saw the worried look on his face. Romano smiled lightly at the spaniard. "Yeah it looks good right? I had the tattoo artist put some of Feliciano's ashes into the ink so it can still be somewhat of his painting, look he even got his signature spot on." Romano took off the shirt and let spain run his fingers over the tattoo. He was surprised at how quickly romano recovered from his depression. Maybe he was starting to accept his brother's death and move on. "Romano aren't you a bit pale? Youre really thin too. I know lets go pluck tomatoes the sun and fresh air will bring back your color and the tomatoes will be delicious." Romano changed into shorts and grabbed a straw hat before joining spain outside to enjoy the tomato fields for the first time in 40 years.
When the sun began to set the two went inside to snack on the tomatoes as they made small talk. However the longer Spain stared at Romano, the more he thought of what Prussia said. He couldn't stand it anymore and had to ask the Italian about it. "Romano, did you sleep with Prussia?" Romano dropped the tomato he was eating and turned a bright red. "W-what? N-no. Who said that bastard?" Spain looked at Romano and felt his heart shatter. He was such a bad liar. "Can you at least tell me about it? He didn't force you did he?" Spain asked with a sad expression.