"Hn... Romano...?" Arisa said, placing her head on his chest. "Hm?" he replied, hugging her tighter as they smushed together on the couch, her back to his chest.

"I wa-" Arisa was interrupted by the door bell ringing. Romano groaned and kissed her cheek before managing to stand up without messing her up. She sighed and sat up, fixing her hair.

"Romano!" A female voice sounded through the house... And it was not Arisa. "Oh... Hello, Viet." He replied, hugging her back after she pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

Arisa raised her eyebrow and just fixed her shirt. "What are you doing here, Viet?" Arisa heard Romano ask. "To see you, Romano!" she giggled, Arisa felt the annoyance building up in her heart.

"Well, I already have a guest over, h-how about we talk another time about our relations?" he suggested, unaware of how loud his voice was. Aris sulked in the couch, a slight frown upon her face.

"WHAT? THAT BASTARD!" Romano yelled, Arisa cringed back slightly, looking down. "I didn't choose it, Romano!" she yelled back.

He shot her a glare. "Why not me?" he shouted, crossing his arms. "Roma-" he cut her off with his loud voice, "No! I'm the land of the holy! Vatican is inside me! Why couldn't you just send them to me?"

Arisa sighed, "I know... But... Spain asked me first..." she said, looking down. "I'm your boyfriend! Do I not get first priority?" he questioned.

"Romano, you are making a big deal out of nothing." she said, in all honestly.

"M-me? No way, woman!" he yelled. She didn't like being called that... It was... somehow degrading to her from being under Spain, America, and Japan her whole life.

"D-don't call me that!" she yelled back, tears in her eyes. He rolled his eyes, "Don't try to cry your way out of this! Tell me! Why did you choose Spain over me?"

Arisa started crying and looked down, and just bit her lip. "Romano... I hate you. Y-you ass! You've been dick to me ever since! I've tried to keep my patience with you, but you being the idiot that you are, you don't ever consider the people around you!" with that said, she turned on her heel and started walking away.

"At least I am not a third world country!" he yelled after her. Arisa stopped dead in her tracks. That hurt her. He touched more than a vein, he struck her heart and stomped on it. She turned around, "Fine! If you have a problem with that, then we're done! I'm cutting all my ties to you!" she yelled before running away from him.

Romano, upon hearing the words 'we're over', felt guilty. Why couldn't he control that mouth of his? He was really destined to end up alone. Not even one of the happiest countries in the world could bear him and his loud mouth.

Over the next few days, Romano started... changing.

He fell silent most of the time, and he barely interacted with other nations... that was until Spain finally talked to him.

"Ah, mi amigo. You're still angry with Arisa?" he asked, taking a seat next to the currently silent nation.

Romano glared slightly, "She didn't have a choice, amigo. She had to go with me. That World Youth Day, she didn't want to go with me. She had her country and her students to think about." he said.

Romano still glared and looked away. "She said she hated me..." he said, his eye going soft and watery.

"Too bad, amigo. She's talking to America again..." he said, pointing over to them. Romano felt the anger boiling up inside him, but he realized he wasn't with her anymore.

Spain stood and left him alone in the meeting room with Arisa and America talking by the door. He sighed and stood up, walking up to them.

"Mi scusi..." he said, passing through them and out the door. Arisa frowned slightly and watched as he left the room, her heart clouding and feeling heavy.

Don't fall back into it. He's just faking. He'll hurt you again. She thought, looking down.

"He over reacted with the World Youth Day, didn't he?" America asked, smirking and leaning against the wall. "Wipe off that smirk, Al. It's not funny... I feel bad... For saying I hate him... I don't mean it... but... He called me a third world country... I hate it... I hate it when people call me that..." she said, her eyes watering.

Alfred walked up in front of her and tilted her chin up with his finger. "Hey... You are classified as one, but you are one of the nicest people I know. You're loving, kinda, generous, and caring." he said. Arisa smiled weakly as he came closer to her face.

"You're beautiful, Arisa..." with that said, Romano opned the door, upon seeing their close faces, he kept his composure. "Sorry to ruin the moment... I forgot my pen..." he said, walking past them and back to his seat, picking up a dropped ballpen on the floor.

"Go back to what you are doing... I'm sorry for interrupting..." he said, brushing past Arisa. She smelled his distinc smell of fresh pizza and she could smell that wonderful aroma of rustic things. A smell she loved.

Once Romano went through those doors, he felt his heart drop and his eyes go glazed with tears.

He wanted her back. Heck, he always will.


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