Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the characters.

Warnings: Profanity (Romano's POV – 'need to say more?) and human names used.

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Chapter 10

It's a Small Sofa

"I..."

… can get up by myself.

…

… Then why did I accepted his hand? … Ah, shit! I don't know what I'm doing any more!

Both on our feet, he stared at me, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open in surprise... Well, at least he isn't drooling or something... Wait, why do I care? I shouldn't even be looking that way, dammit!

"What?" I snap out of the sudden.

"I... N-Nothing..."

"Yeah, b-better be nothing, b-bastard!" I crossed my arms against my chest and stared to my side. He laughed.

"Lovi, you're blushing so much, haha~! You look just like a-" he stopped as he saw my scowl staring back at him. "Eh... In other words... that makes you look very pretty~..."

S-Shit! I could cook an egg on my face!

"Hey! Don't say such faggy things!" here the brilliant words that managed to escape my mouth. Cough. Sarcasm. Cough.

Honestly, I just don't trust myself any more.

He laughed once more. "But it's true, Lovi~!"

… He is about to do something, I can just tell. As he leaned forward, eyes half closed, I felt myself too damn panicky to move away. Mio Dio! This is it, dammit, this is it! And now? What do I do? Chigigi!

… And then the door slid open.

"The soap opera is about to start- Oh! I apologize for interrupting."

"D-Dammit! Y-You're not interrupting anything, you potato bastard!" I yelled, almost falling backwards, before fleeing away from Spain and storming into the house as fast as I could, a disorientated bastard moving aside for me to enter. "Damn you!" I heard myself saying as I passed by him.

Feliciano was already on the sofa, a silver tray with four shiny pink plastic bowls on his lap, each of them filled with a fair amount of ice cream... Why do we have shiny pink plastic bowls again? Anyway, I sat beside him and took one for myself.

"Vee~! Brother, I didn't knew Spain and you were-"

"S-S-Shush!" that caught me off guard! I look at him with wide eyes.

"Vee?"

"Whatever you're going to say, it's not it." I deny.

"But-"

"It's not! Now eat your ice cream, dammit!"

"... okay..."

Next thing I knew, the bastards had both returned to the living room.

"Gracias, Ita-chan~!" Spain thanked as my brother gave him one of the bowls. The other bastard did the same and proceeded to the kitchen to arrange the tray. Spain sat on my right side with a huge grin on his face.

"O-Oi! Don't you think the couch is a little small for the three of us, bastard?" I turn towards him making a face.

"Ah~, no problem brother~! You two stay here~!" Feliciano answer instead and jumped to the bean bag I had occupied yesterday night... the memory of Spain corning me into it suddenly made me very uncomfortable... the stupid tease- I mean, idiot! … What am I thinking? I shook my head from side to side trying to think of something else.

"Hmm... Lovi, are you alright?" the voice of the dreaded person interrupted my head shaking. I looked directly at him with a scowl, making him gulp in dry.

"B-Bastardo."

For a second, he just stared back, but them he let out a soft laugh and smiled... a quiet smile without teeth showing... just his eyes closed with ease, slightly pink tinted cheeks and lips perfectly curled up in a very truthful and happy and cute- I mean, in a truthful and happy way, yeah...

As he opens his eyes to see me staring (flushed and mouth slightly open, I now notice... when did that happened?)... he smirks at me. HE FREAKING SMIRKS AT ME! And there you go, a involuntary shiver down my spine. His eyes are still smiling happily, thought... okay, that's not the point...

It's just... I insult him and he goes all happy about it... He's killing me to no end! God! I want to shut him up! Even if he's not even talking! I just don't know how! I could just heatbutt him in the stomach! Or smack that smile of his face! Or grab his gelato and shove it down his throat! Or slam myself into him and snog his face off! Or- OH MY DEAR GOD! I MUST NOT THINK LIKE THAT! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? DAMMIT! IT'S ALL HIS FAULT!

… Okay, okay! Happy thoughts! THINK FREAKING HAPPY THOUGHTS, DAMMIT!

…

… As I shut my eyes, all I can see it's the tomato bastard's face! WHERE THE HELL ARE MY HAPPY THOUGHTS, DAMMIT?

At that moment, the potato bastard arrived from the kitchen, one of the ridiculous pink bowls on his hands. And I can honestly say I've never been so happy to see him. And so, I turned away from Spain's smirk, which was still leaving me quite bothered about my mental health.

He just stood there, probably wondering where the hell to seat, when my eyes drooped to the ridiculous bowl again... The image is just to damn hilarious! Seriously, where the hell did we got that?

"Oh Mio Dio!" I suddenly snapped, making everyone turn to look at me. "That's so uncool!" I started laughing at will.

"What is?" the potato-head asked, somewhat surprised.

"That bowl is so ridiculous! Oh My God! You look so ridiculous!" I kept on laughing, accidentally bumping my back against Spain's chest in the process. And I didn't even minded... until the potato bastard burst my bubble...

"You are aware you're holding a identical bowl yourself, right?"

…

… Crap!

I stopped laughing and stared down at the indeed identical bowl in my hands, feeling defeated.

"You're so funny, Lovi~!" Spain suddenly decided to inform as I felt him hugging my back. "So cuuuute~!" still holding tightly onto me, he tried to pull me into his lap.

"W-What are you doing, dammit? S-Stop tha-AT!" I almost screamed the last word out of surprise and embarrassment... I mean, there just are certain things I don't wish to feel against me right now... yeah, you're... you're guessing right... even if Spain seems to be acting innocently about this...

"But I don't want to~!" the bastard cried against my neck.

"Vee~! Ludwig~! Come to sit with meeee!" Feliciano suddenly said, grabbing my attention and making the other one blush as he noticed that my brother was stuck in the bean bag.

No, no, no!

"No way! That's no place for two people to fit in, dammit!" I snapped - as a very flushed potato-head actually gave a step forward-, ignoring Spain who was still trying to make me sit quietly in his lap.

"I disagree~. And I think we should move to the other one as well, Lovi~!" Spain sang in my ear. I tried to punch him away - with no grand success-, feeling myself flush (even more than I already was by now) at his comment.

"Everyone on this sofa! NOW, dammit!"

Said and done.

My brother immediately jumped to my side. The potato-head soon fallowed him with a sigh, sitting himself on Feliciano's other side, making us all scootch to our right. And so, I ended up sandwiched between the two most happy idiots in the room, even if one of them was to busy bothering the bastard on the far left of the sofa and the other one had actually managed to sit me in his lap in the middle of the confusion.

… If I move away, we are all going to end up practically slammed against each others. But if I stay like this, the other two will still remain at a more decent distance. Maybe I should stay quiet... Spain isn't trying anything funny anyway...

The telenovela's logo filled up the television's screen as I felt Spain's voice against the back of my neck, unnecessary informing all of us. "It's starting~."

I didn't even tried to yell or anything... since we are pressed against each other, there is no way we can stop such... proximities... even if we want to...

…

Now his hand in my leg has other connotations.

"Dammit, bastard! Don't even think about getting advantage of me! I'm just allowing us to stay like this for Feliciano's sake!" I informed everyone and took the opportunity of us being in this position to throw myself at him, my back making a loud thump against his chest. He let out a gasp at the impact and complained of me being mean to him. I felt myself smiling slightly at that... until I remember he could still be hurt there, despise is earlier proclaim of being 'practically recovered'...

As he comfortably adjusted himself onto his seat, still hugging me despise what I did, I realized he didn't actually got hurt by my sudden action... He then let out a cheerful yet quiet "ah~".

… I have to admit... it's not uncomfortable to be laying down against him, now that we are both quiet... So what if I'm allowing myself to stay like this? It's quite comfortable- I mean, it's for my brother's sake! … Yeah...

...

… For a second, I could swear I saw the potato-head throwing a knowing smirk at us, but he was turning his head when I proceeded to look directly at him... Okay, okay, my head just isn't thinking straight any more! No way that guy smirked! And no way that guy knows anything! … I-I mean, there isn't anything to know!

It's better for me just to stay quiet and watch the damn telenovela.

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'Mio Dio' → My God

'bastardo' → bastard

'gelato' → ice cream

'Gracias' → Thanks

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A/N

Maybe those are your happy thoughts, dammit!

… I mean... what? I didn't said anything... ._.;;;;

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Eh... well... as promised, here it is~. ^^

The chapter's name is idiotic (not to mention, I think Lovi is trying to convince himself of how short the sofa supposedly is when no one else seems to have said anything about that) and- WOW! It's Chapter 10 and I'm not done yet! The story really seemed smaller in my head! xD

Anyway, enjoy the craziness~. ))))