Note: I don't own Hetalia.

When I came into the kitchen, I was welcomed with a delicious smell. My eyes instantly locked onto the table with the food, and I could feel my mouth starting to water. This damn tomato knows how to make any meal look delicious. Damn bastard's cooking; it may be great food , but...Wait! I'm not going to praise this bastard's cooking! Clearing my throat, and my mind, I took a seat in front of the plates. The dish looked like an old Italian recipe that I haven't seen in a long time. The last time I saw and ate Cappelletti all uso di Romagna, or soup with little hats, was my … Grandpa Rome's last Christmas party.

Sighing, I glare at the delicious looking soup. "Damn tomato bastard," I made a pout as I crossed my arms, "am I really going to eat this shit?" I didn't want to eat this meal since it was the last Italian Christmas meal my Nonno had. A smile appeared on my face as I used the Italian word for Grandpa. I sighed again, this time scowling at the kitchen's doorway; Antonio just came in. "Hey," his smile's beam of light had cast upon me when he looked at me. I scowled even more at him, "why the hell did you pick this dish to make?"

His smile dimmed a bit as he became confused. Setting down the bowl of salad he was carrying on the table, he gripped the edge of the table and stared at me with furrowed brows. "I thought you'd like it since it's an Italian dish...do you not like this soup?"

Staring at the soup again, I huffed. "It's not that I don't like this soup it's just..." My eyes look up at the ceiling as I think about how silly it was for me to not want something just because a deceased relative had this as his last Christmas dish. Giving a slight eye roll, I wave my hand in his face. "Never mind, damn it, it's not important. I can eat this." He nodded as he took a seat next to me. We didn't sit on the opposite ends tonight and I have a feeling we'll be eating side by side more often now. "You know I haven't had this dish in a fucking long time."

He chuckled. "Well, I hope you like it." The tomato then glanced at the food he made, sighing. "I hope that it's good; I've never had this dish before, let alone made it." He chuckled as I blinked. Why did he make a stupid dish that he's never had or made before? Glancing at the food again, I analyze the ingredients he used. He specifically got these damn ingredients...to make something Italian for me? I was starting to blush again and didn't realize he started to say a small grace. "...Bless this food that we are about to eat, and grant us a great week of vacation. Amen."

Snapping out of my thoughts, I say a quick 'amen' and ate along with him. Every now and then I'd look at the bastard; he wasn't really doing anything else. He wasn't even trying to look at me! That's a complete shock...to me anyway; the bastard always looks at me while we eat, but it's probably because we're side by side. Still! He could try to glance at me sideways. It's not like I want him to though! No! In fact, he should just keep doing what he's doing; eating without staring at me... I sound like an idiot. I closed my eyes as I hit myself on the forehead. I need to stop ranting inside my head; there are times when I think I'm going to go crazy from thinking too much. I chuckled, but meant every word I was thinking of... Besides the sudden thought of those sex dreams with Ant- I mean Francis; that French bastard.

Speaking of those dreams, I haven't had them in a while. Now that I think about them again, the last once I had was when I threatened Francis saying that the next time I see him I'd punch him... I think I should've punched him harder and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. An evil chuckle came from my throat as I envisioned the scene. He'd deserve it; all that pain and bruises. They'd make him look 'ugly' and he can't have that. Another chuckle. The next time I see him, I just might do that.

"What's so funny?" I jump and glance at Antonio. He chuckled from my reaction. "You flinch too easily."

"Shut up!" He chuckled again as a blush appeared on my face. "It's your fault, damn it!" He didn't stop laughing, so I just paid attention to the food in front of me and started to eat. It was delicious like all the other dishes he's made. I left the spoon in my mouth to hang as the flavor stayed on my taste-buds. His cooking is just too damn good. I hummed and remembered that he wanted to share what he was planning for tomorrow. "Hey Antonio," hey looked at me as I took the spoon out of my mouth and into the bowl, ready to ask him a question, "what the hell are we going to do tomorrow?"

The bastard smiled as he put his own spoon down to fold his hands and lean on them. "Well, it's Sunday, what do you think we're going to do?" My eyes widened as soon as I realized what he meant. He wouldn't...would he? "We're going to go to church. You'll be able to meet some of my friends at the church I go to, and possibly meet a fellow student." He kept going on about the church, but I toned him out so I could think.

We're going to church? You could say I was a bit anxious, I've never been to a church before, but I'd say I'm more nervous than ever. I'm a bit more shier than my brother; he can automatically talk to a stranger, if it's a hot girl, I can, too, but I shy into the corner at times...unless there's someone who tries to come onto Feli and I don't like them, then I come out of the corner and 'bitch' at them until they go away. Feli is such a moron sometimes; he needs to stay away from men that have a...creepy, lecherous smile on there damn faces...but it is Feli I'm thinking about here. Damn air head. How the hell can he be smart yet act so fucking dumb most of the time? Even I have a hard time being smart, even though I am pretty damn intelligent, just not when it comes to history...I'd rather be in math or cooking class all day.

"Hey bastard," speaking again, I gained his attention, making him stop talking, "where the hell is your church?"

He shrugged. "Just a few blocks from here; it's not that far away, and it's a pretty nice walk when it's sunny out." I sighed, going back to eating my food. "You'll like it, I have a feeling you will." I gave him a look saying 'oh really? Just what kind of feeling?' and he chuckled. "A pretty good feeling." All of a sudden his smile became sincere. "You may be shy at first, but as soon as you see who else goes to the church, you'll be just fine and have your own fun."

"Is that what you think?" I finished my soup and glanced at him before standing. "Don't say that you have a fucking 'feeling' about something; you could be entirely wrong, damn it, and that makes you look a bit stupid and foolish." I went into the kitchen, depositing my dishes into the sink and came back out. He was staring at me with a smile, making me blush for no reason again. I cleared my throat, containing myself, and headed for my room...the room I'm staying in, not my room. "I'm going to take a siesta, so don't bother me, you got that, bastard?" I heard him chuckle, and I couldn't help but smile as I entered my...the room for my nap.

Dreams → Reality

Sunday had come up on me too quickly even though it was just the day after my long and boring Saturday. I never really thought that I'd get up without bickering with someone, but...for some reason I just felt like I needed to get up earlier this morning. I had also went to bed really early, which isn't that much of a shocker, but still...

I believe when I had looked at the clock it had said five o'clock. I groaned at first, but gave up trying to fall asleep again. I had gotten up, taken a shower, dressed in the best looking outfit I had, then went to the kitchen. There wasn't any delicious aromas in the kitchen, so I figured that Antonio was still sleeping. Looking around, I got some ingredients for a breakfast dish.

I never really cooked that much, even though I knew that I was great at cooking, but every dish I had made so far Feli had eaten with a big smirk on his face. I shook my head as I cracked an egg onto the frying pan. That air-headed brother of mine never really thought about any type of negative remarks when it came to my damn cooking. He always claimed that I was better than him, but being the stubborn idiot I am, I told another story. "You're just being a frickin' suck up; my foods not as great as yours, Feli." I sighed while putting a couple of strips of bacon on the greased pan. He may have loved the stupid, yet true, complements I gave him, but he never agreed. "Idiot."

I was almost done making the regular breakfast dish, bacon and eggs with sausage on the side, when I heard a door creak open and a certain Spaniard moan. "Why do I have to force myself to wake up so early?" I looked at the clock, which said five thirty, and rolled my eyes; he could wake up before eight without a problem, yet waking up a half past five was a pain? Wow. The next thing I know is hearing him stop walking. "Something smells good..."

"Of course something smells good, idiot." He rushed into the kitchen after I said that, wearing a shocked, puzzled look on his face. I just made a dish for him and I, placing it on the counter as I turned to scowl at him. "And quit complaining about waking up so damn early in the morning; I woke up half an hour ago, and didn't complain." Brushing back my bangs, I grabbed the two plates and walked into the dinning room. "I'm fucking tired, yet I wake up at five and I'm not complaining; barely anyway." I set the plates down and sat in front of one of them. "I hope you don't mind having bacon and eggs with sausages, it's all I felt like cooking this morning."

He chuckled as I glared at him. "I don't mind, and it looks delicious." The bastard sat down next to me and heaved a sigh. "You just did something that I do." I gave him a blank look as he chuckled again. "I hope you don't mind..." he stopped there as I blushed.

"Just because I said a damn line...ugh! Just eat the damn food, so we can get out of here; soon!" I started to eat the sausage to shut my mouth up, and he started to stare at me even more. My eyebrow twitched as I was trying to let it go. Ignoring that bastard was hard as I ate; he wouldn't stop staring at me! It was so annoying, so I looked at him after clearing my mouth. "What is compelling you to stare at me bastard?"

Antonio smiled as he hummed. "Just my amazement at how you're eating German food." I almost choked on the sausage. Glaring at the idiot, I was just about to toss my sausage at him. He put his arms up for a defense as he chuckled. "I was just stating how I'm a bit shocked; no need to overreact."

"Who says I'm overreacting?" Antonio chuckled again, and I just huffed. "Let's finish eating so we can leave."

"Why are you in such a hurry? The service doesn't start until nine." I blinked, staring at him. Is he serious? I could've slept in for four more hours? I groaned. "No complaining, okay? And I'm definitely not letting you go back to sleep."

"How the hell can I go back to sleep when I'm already wide awake, fed, and pissed off at my fucking body?" He giggled, which started to annoy me. "Stop laughing already! There's nothing funny about anything at the frickin' moment, so there's no reason for you to laugh, damn it." He chuckled again. "I said to stop!"

"It's hard not to laugh when you're so cute and silly." My face heated up as a blush appeared.

"Who the hell are you calling cute? And how am I silly?"

He shook his head as he started to smile warmly at me. "You; all you have to do is be you to be silly." My face, I believed, couldn't get any redder. "Well," he said looking back at the meal I made, "let's finish up so we can get dressed and ready for church."

I shook my head. "You're the one who needs to get dressed and ready; I've been ready since before I made breakfast." I saw him smile as he ate the rest of the food. I watched him eat it, then closed my eyes as I leaned back into the chair. "I didn't know if you liked scrambled eggs or over easy, so I just made scrambled." I nodded, opening my eyes to look at the ceiling. "I cooked the bacon until they were crispy, and the sausages I made to be medium rare."

In the corner of my eye, I saw him nod. "And it was all made very well; this is really good." I smirked at my victory. He's not the only one who can cook up some good food, but...I still need to practice more; I believe I cooked the bacon too long, and the sausages almost charred...damn it, maybe I'm not that good. "I don't mind scrambled or over easy, but I do prefer scrambled. The bacon was cooked the way I like it, and the sausages were cooked for the right time; they almost melt in my mouth."

I stared at him as he complemented my food. It's almost like he was cheering me up from my doubts that I just thought of...he's such an idiot. I smiled at him, but then turned it into a scowl as I stood up. I saw his face holding shock from seeing me smile so warmly, but I pushed that thought out of my mind as I took my dishes. I set them in the sink, he followed suit, and we headed into the living room. I plopped onto the couch and stared at him. "What are we supposed to do for four hours?"

He shrugged. "I don't really know." He sat next to me, and as soon as he did, he started fiddling with my curl. Oh, don't give me that crap; I know just what you want to do during the four hours. I thought that, and instantly pushed him away, going into my room after hearing him laugh, once again.

Dreams → Reality

We soon arrived at the church, almost late, but early enough. The bastard went in first, myself tailing him, and he went around the back. He was scoping the seats, trying to see which place is a great place to sit. As he looked around, I was listening to the piano that was playing. I stopped, him stopping with me, and focused on the pianist.

It was a man in a rich attire; long navy trench coat, poofy blouse, nice looking boots. He basically had that "rich" aura around him. I crossed my arms as I listened to his beautifully played music; it may have been hymns that I'm not use to hearing, but that doesn't mean that they weren't pretty.

Antonio hummed to the song being played, myself joining him even though I didn't know the song. He leaned down to my ear, making me blush, and told me who was playing. "That's Roderich Edelstein." I glanced at the Spaniard. "He's an Austrian, and one of my friends at the school." Austrian? Is this the same Austrian that Gilbert likes? I stared at the man. "He's also the one that Liz just dumped." I gave him a look asking: how the hell do you know that? He chuckled. "Gil told me." I shook my head, but soon looked at the piano as it stopped playing. Antonio was about to pull me to some seats, but soon stopped as he heard a guitar was strummed. We looked at the Austrian, seeing the guitar in his hands and a small, serious smirk. The tomato bastard chuckled. "You compel me my friend."

He looked at me, placing a peek on my forehead, and went up the aisle to play the guitar. I was blushing, of course, but paid attention to the fact that I didn't know he played anything. He sat down on a stool, picked the guitar strings, tuned it to the piano, and looked out to the audience, mainly me. The bastard glanced at Roderich, saying a few silent words, then started moving his foot up and down to a beat unheard; though, when they started playing together, we all could hear the beat.

The song was great, to say the damned truth, but I still felt left out. He never told me a fucking thing about playing the guitar. I pouted, and just listened. After a few minutes passed, I realized I was mesmerized by the bastard; my eyes wouldn't come off of him as he played. A small smile appeared on my face, and I started to hum with the music. My foot also stared to pat with the music, so did my hand.

"Romano!" I jumped at the sudden shout as I looked at my brother. He was smiling while coming over to me, soon holding, tugging my arm. "I didn't know you were going to come here, ve." He chuckled as he hugged me. "It's only been a few days, ve."

I blinked, scowling. "I know that." I said, whispering. "Why are you even bringing that up? Are you trying to say that you miss me?" He released me, shaking his head.

"I don't miss you, ve." My mind suddenly went blank. "Not entirely anyway." He started to giggle as my mouth dropped; my gaze was fixated on him, trying to understand why he was saying something that I shouldn't hear right now. "Don't worry, ve. We've been good, so you don't need to think up naughty things that Ludwig and I could be doing."

"I don't need to know or think about that right now!" He giggled again. At the corner of my eye, I saw some people looking at us and scowled. "You need to stop saying stupid things that make me feel embarrassed in front of everyone; since I shouted that sentence everyone is staring at me." My whisper held venom and anger as he chuckled again. "You know I hate you sometimes."

"Don't say that." He said, pouting. "That's mean, ve, and your lucky I don't take it seriously." He held his one arm, still pouting, but then went all chipper again. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to some seats. "You can sit with us."

The seats he pulled me over to were next to the two potatoes. I also saw Francis, Arthur, Alfred, and Matt. I noticed the free seat next to the damn Brit and took it, leaving another one for Antonio when he comes back. "Nice to see you again, Romano." I glanced at the blond beside me, and gave him a glare. He chuckled. "Someone's not a morning person."

"Oh?" I start. "And what gave you that idea?" He smiled, shaking his head as he watched the two musicians. I started to watch them also, and sighed. "It's nice to see you too, Brit." I heard him chuckle, but ignored his stare. For a few minutes, I kept looking between the Austrian, and the smiling Prussian. I smirked. Leaning forward, I tapped the albino's shoulder since he sat in front of me. He turned his head, waiting for me to say something into his ear. "So," I whisper into his ear, "that's the Austrian that you're gunning for, huh?"

He turned all the way around, showing me his angered, yet flushed face. "Shut up!" He whispered back. I chuckled with an evil grin...well, teasing grin. He pouted. "And to think you're the type to tease someone about liking a person." My smiled widened as he crossed his arms. "I'm starting the think it was a bad idea to tell you about my secret." He looked away from me, focusing on Roderich. "The awesome me may be smart, but sometimes I truly need to think things through before doing something stupid, like telling you that I like..."

"You don't need to say his name." I sat back into my chair. "And besides, I haven't told anyone about you yet. The fact about you being gay has slipped out once or twice, but nothing about who you like. I'm not that much of an ass." He gave me a glare. "What?"

"You shouldn't say those things out loud in a place like this." I chuckled. "And who the hell did you tell about me being gay?" I rolled my eyes, tipping my head towards the Brit beside me. He eyed him, sighing. "Thank goodness." He locked eyes with me again, still giving me a glare. "You're lucky that I can trust him; if you had told another blond though," his eyes went onto Francis, then back at me just as quickly, "the awesome me would've killed you."

I chuckled at the threat. "Okay, but you'd have to wait," I stuck my hand out as if to check my hand; girly no, manly yes, "there is already a list of people back in Italy who'd like to kill me." I chuckled at my jokingly false statement, and caught him rolling his eyes. "Don't worry, I'd never tell that pervert anything that's related to romance."

"Good." He looked at Arthur, who started to eavesdrop on our conversation since I leaned back, and smiled. "What? Can't help but stare at my handsome and awesome self?" The Brit rolled his eyes, gaining a chuckle from the Prussian. He then glanced at me again. "We'll talk a bit more afterwords, okay?" I nodded.

After he turned around, Antonio had taken the seat beside me. I notice Roderich sitting besides the albino, and couldn't help but kick Gilbert's chair. He turned around, giving me a glare, then started talking with his crush. Antonio gave me a confused look. That's right, the bastard doesn't know either. He knows that Liz and Roderich aren't together anymore, but not that Gil likes the Austrian. I just gave him a smirk and shook my head. "I'm just teasing him." His eyebrows went up in surprise. "What? Can't a friend be teased by another?" He chuckled, raising his hands as if to say: I didn't say anything. I shook my head as a scowl replaced the smile that happened to be on my face.

"So," the tomato leaned near me, whispering in my ear, making me blush, "what did you think of the music?" I gave him this look and he chuckled. "Did you like the guitar playing?"

"Yeah, sure." His smile turned into a frown as he heard the uninterested tone in my voice; I just shook my head. "It would've been nice if I had known that you could play the damn instrument."

The smile was back on his face. "Why? So you could listen to me play a bit more often?"

"That would be nice." I blurted. He looked shocked at the truthful statement and my face went completely red. "It's not like I want to listen to your crappy playing. It's just it'd be a change." He giggled as his fingers pinched my cheek. "Stop it, damn it!" I didn't necessarily shout that, but I gained a couple of people's attentions.

"Why?" He said in a sing-song, cheerily voice. "You look like a tomato, and it's so cute to see you're face flushed." I could feel my face heating up even more. "Ma propre petite tomate." Understanding the said Spanish sentence, I blushed with a scowl appearing on my face.

"I'm nobody's 'little tomato', and you can dream on about that, bastard." All of a sudden he turned to look at the ceiling, as if starting to day dream. I punched his arm, knowing that he was dreaming about me, gaining a chuckle from him. "Stop fooling around, damn it. Let's pay attention to the service." And so he did.

Note: It's been a while again, but that's because i've been busy, that and i've been trying to figure out how to do this chapter. Well it's in and now i can plan for the after service, and then Monday...man oh man, i can't believe i've memorized their schedule even though it's been weeks, almost a month since i've planned this out.

Well i hoped you all liked it. Thanks for reading, loves! R&R.

Translation: Ma propre petite tomate. - My own little tomato.