I finally have inspiration to write this chapter, but sadly I'm sick. What kinda crack comedy is this? You've gotta be kidding me, I can't be sick because I'm the hero and author of this story! Anyways, forgive my horrible grammar errors from last chapter StarrNight; I had to post that chapter quickly because I had to head for a church meeting which later turned out to be canceled and taking place while I'm at Marching Band Practice.

Also thank you italianlover for reviewing, I'm glad to hear that this story is amazing and Chibi Night Angel for favoriting Wrong Italy. :)

You know the drill, I do not own Hetalia.

Chapter Eleven:

Spain walked through his tomato garden with a blinding smile that made the Netherlands cringe; he was currently skipping through it cheering like a dumbass that Belgium was going to cook for him. But the tall blonde supposed it was alright; that idiot had been depressed since Romano had left to stay with his brothers. He had to make sure he was preoccupied since tomorrow was the day the Italian would return to his home and cause havoc in Spain's house. Everything will return to normal; he gaze fell back to the closed door and paled.

In all his life he'd never witnessed such disorder. Papers were all over the Spaniard's floor and desk in his personal study; his living room was turned upside down after the party he had had two days ago with Portugal after some pie fiasco; the brunette's room itself was a sea of dirty clothing and leftover churros. You cannot imagin the state of the rest of his beautiful (well once) home.

"Yay~! ¡Vamos, Países Bajos! (Let's go, Netherlands!)" To where? There wasn't a path to enter the house, he thought angrily. The blonde caught the happy adult and dragged him over to the open window where his sister was calling them. He first threw in the annoying brunette and sighed. He just hoped that when Romano would return; he would straighten him out with a headbutt or two. But not too many because then Spain would become even stupider than humanly normal.

"Big brother! I made your favorite!" Maybe eating Begi's food would calm him; he made his way through and seated himself at the table. The blonde woman was carrying over a bowl of churros to the hungry Spanish male and placed his plate of Stamppot before him. The delicious smell of potatoes and the various vegtables assualted his senses; he closed his lime green eyes. Now this was heaven.

"Am I really...falling for him?" But he loved North Italy; suddenly he became aware of the way he'd been using their names. Well, that shouldn't affect his liking toward North Italy; it was more appropriate to call him by his correct name so it was okay. He leaned forward and cupped the other's cheek; there was absolutely no way. He was foul-mouthed, annoying, and...he felt his mind stop working at this point. It burned when he thought such rude thoughts. He removed his hand from the Italian's soft and warm cheek; blushing madly. There was absolutely no way that he was in love with South Italy! He shook his head to clear his thoughts and slipped out of the bedroom door; not noticing that a confused northern Italian watched him.

"Auf keine Weise, kein Weg, kein Weg, kein Weg! (No way, no way, no way, no way!)" He said hurriedly as he run through the corridor and entered the foyer; where he found a lost Austria looking around. The pianist looked worriedly at the smaller nation.

"What's wrong, Holy Rome?"

"Nothing, I'm going out for a bit."

"Ah! Remember to remind Romano that she will be leaving tomorrow morning."

"J-ja." He covered the upper half of is face with his hat and headed out the door. He ran without a thought of where he would go; at this point his thoughts were filled with confusion, anger, and something else he couldn't identify. His blue eyes were filled with tears, he could only see blurs of green. The same color as the southern half's orbs. He shook his head. He felt himself tumbled down and felt the right side of his face embrace the ground. He groaned.

"Ouch...whaa..?" He rolled onto his back and sighed; he was in Romano's beautiful meadow. He hadn't realized that he would come here during his mini episode. He wipped his tears away and glared at the daisy garden across from him. He couldn't afford to fall for him; especially Ita-North Italy's (he'd winced when he tried to say the nation name) older brother. It was wrong, he should stay dedicated to his Italy; the one he'd loved since the 900s. He shut his eyes to block the harsh sun and contemplated more on the new feelings.

The odd dream he'd had earlier, the odd thoughts he'd been having; that was all based on a very small crush or just the thought of meeting someone new. Right? He'd always been shy and didn't have many friends so it was overwhelming to meet someone like him that he can surprisingly talk to with ease. Yeah, that made sense. He took in a deep breath, relishing in the clean air that was around him. He just needed to clear his head and then he'll return. Maybe he could finally show Veneziano his painting while he was at it.

The thought brought a smile to his face, all ill emotions gone from his mind when a warm breeze charished him.

Romano groggily got out of bed; his head was pounding and his mouth was dry. He sat up in bed and brought a hand to his temple, he began massaging it. What time was it? He checked the sun and sighed; it was already around two in the afternoon. He looked curiously around the room, noticing that there was no sign of the German boy.

"Probably went to bother Veneziano...", he jumped down from his bed and walked over to his closet; pulling out Hungary's white dress she'd made. He might as well wear it, besides his other dresses were dirty. He shrugged out of his white night gown and placed on the dress; he straightened it out and tied his apron around his waist. He walked over to the mirror and brushed his hair with the comb that had been sitting on the table. He frowned at his annoying hair curl; watching it bounce innocently atop his head. The dark brunette hurried out the door and towards the kitchen where he found Hungary washing the dishes.

"Good mor-my goodness! You're wearing your outfit! You look sooo precious!", he blushed and watched as the woman finished her dishes. Hungary came over and crushed him in a hug. The brunette swung him around before settling the dizzy Italian to the floor. She placed her hands on her hips and smiled down at him.

"Lunch is on the counter, and after you're done can you look for Holy Rome?" His stomach growled loudly causing the Hungarian to giggle; he blushed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She returned to cleaning the kitchen as the Italian boy began nibbling his tomato sandwich. He wondered where the potato bastard had gone off to. He finished his tomato sandwich and gulped down his water before cleaning them himself and heading out the door.

"Romano, don't forget your cloak!"

...

...

...

He'd been looking for that bastard everywhere, there was absolutely no sign of him. Had he gotten kidnapped by one of the pedophiles around here? Hey, it's plausible. He decided to look in his meadow; the German boy did seem to enjoy being there. He blushed when he recalled him complimenting his land, saying that it was beautiful. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and crossed through the creepy forest; why was it even there? Something unsettling covering the beauty; tch what a pain. He crawled through the bushes and found himself hidden amoung the sunflowers; whichever path he took it would take him to a different part of his meadow. He dusted himself off and searched for a way out of the field. The dark brunette was startled by the sound of a crow screeching, he stumbled to the floor in fright. The drawbacks of being alone was that when something scary happened no one was there to help him. He stood back up and hurried out onto a different path. He looked back up to see that the sky had considerably darkened and frowned. Was it going to rain?

"Better find that fucking bastard soon, or I swear to pasta I'll kick his shin, dammit!", he hissed under his breath as he found a dirt path leading to the rose garden. He looked at them with a bit of distaste when he remembered France's earlier advance and overuse of roses. As he looked more closely he noticed that someone had been cutting them off; so that was where he was getting them from! He stomped his foot; that wine bastard was sooo getting a punch to the balls! No one, and he meant no one was allowed to hurt his beautiful meadow. The dark brunette continued his way through the garden before reaching his daisy field where he caught sight of a black cape laying there alone. He rushed over and grabbed ahold of it; it was Holy Roman Empire's!

"Hey! Potato bastard!", he called. He heard his voice echo but no reply back was heard. He huffed, did that idiot just leave his precious cape? He cradled it in his arms as he walked toward the lake and around the tomato garden looking for any signs of him. Where was he? He felt himself trip a little when his boots meet with pebbles; that was odd. He looked around himself and scanned his new surroundings. Well, this was new; he'd never been to the dark part of his meadow. His emerald eyes saw the dead trees and grass before him. There was a path leading into the sinister looking forest ahead of him. This seemed a bit cliche; who's the idiot that would ever enter that? He caught sight of a black hat discarded beside a dead bush and groaned. So this was where the idiot went off too.

"Potato macho! Can you hear me?", he called through the entrance. There was no reply again; he shrugged and entered through the narrow path. He heard the tall tale tear of fabric and his eye widened; he glanced down. His white dress had torn just bit; he scowled and tore it off. The Italian threw it behind him before proceeding forward, Romano caught sight of some ripped black fabric on the way. He felt his legs pick up speed; there was no way that he was worried about that idiot! He felt his throat tighten and his heart beat faster; he burst out of the trial to find himself on a hill. He looked down but stepped back in fear of falling. He thanks God that there wasn't a body down there. He turned back to search the surrounding area for the German boy. No such luck.

"Where the hell are you?", he paced in his spot among the bushes; there was a brief rustle in the bush behind him. The dark brunette turned and sighed.

"If you're trying to get back at me, it won't work; potato bastard.", he deadpanned. He saw something dash across the corner of his vision and turned in its general direction only to see nothing. He felt a rising panic envelope him then looked back down at the blonde's hat and cape.

"Come on, bastard! This isn't funny anymore!" There was a snort coming from the bush beside him and felt himself tense in horror. He recognized that snort from anywhere. It was his little long time enemy; Tomate the Bull. He pointed an accusing finger at the cute beast.

"What the hell are you doing here? You should be with tomato bastard!" The bull nodded it heads before making it's way over and nuzzling into the Italian's neck. He sighed before petting it.

"Now where's that potato bastard?"

"Hmm..."

"Yeah, about an inch taller than me...blonde hair, pret-fugly blue eyes, and he's white all over."

"Hm!", Tomate walked over to the ledge and pointed his horn to bottom; there lay the passed out German boy with a daisy in his hand. The Italian tried to keep a straight face as he walked down the hill to the unconcious nation. He tried but the blonde's face was absolutely priceless. He laughed and stopped a way from him;just as Holy Roman Empire came back to Earth with his hands splayed onto his lips and his eyes closed. The blonde felt his heart skip a beat again; his face flushing while recalling the laughing Romano in his dreams. The dark brunette seemed unaware that the other boy was awake and brought them to giggling level. He reopened his sparkling olive eyes and stopped in horror when he finally saw the Empire looking at him in shock.

"It's not what you thi-!" He tripped as he rushed down the hill toward the blonde. Holy Rome got there just in time to prevent the other from hurting himself like he had. Romano steadied himself and felt his chest feel warm and fluttery; oh no. He was...he...did he love that idiot! He pushed him away and turned his face from him to keep the blonde from seeing his expression. Tomate walked back up the hill and snorted it's goodbye to them.

"Let's go.", the German stated before marching up the hill leaving a confused Italian behind him.

'I can't love South because I actually love North. I will stay loyal to my Italy...'

Romano glanced at Holy Roman Empire as he walked beside him; the blonde had been avoiding him and ignoring him since the meadow incident. His heart beat erratically as he kept staring at the blonde boy; he sholdn't have fallen so fast for him. You couldn't fall for someone in the matter of a week! It takes time my ass, he thought. The German grunted and spoke without looking at him.

"We're here.", he opened the door and passed through; South Italy following close behind him. His words had sounded so cold toward him, what did he do to deserve that? He huffed and walked ahead of the other and towards the 'play room' where he found France and Veneziano laughing. He felt empty without that odd gaze on him from behind. He sighed and sat down beside his little brother; the light brunette latched onto him instantly.

"How was your trip, fratello~? Where did you go, ve~?"

"Oui, mon amour. Tell us everything."

"I had to find the Holy Roman idiot; stupid bastard found Tomate and scared himself half to death.", that was all he could assume; it had happened to him too. Tomate looked very intimidating at the height they were at now but the bull was very friendly like Boss Spain. He heard his fratellino giggle.

"Poor Tomate, no one gives him a chance."

"I know, kinda fucked up."

"That thing is terrifying!", the blonde exclaimed.

"That's because you were about to hurt, tomato bastard! Everyone knows that Tomate can sense whenever Spain is in danger!", the smaller half-nation screamed. France flipped his hair and pouted.

"Well I didn't know at the time. Now apologize to me and give me a kiss, mon amour~!"

"Hell no! I'd rather kiss a frog!"

"Well you've got your own personal frog right here, mon amour~! Come to me, let us embrace and make sweet love together~!", North Italy tugged at his brother's arm and tried to usher him away from the taller nation.

"Fuck you!"

"Why don't you come over here and we'll begin, non~?"

"N-No thank you!", the dark brunette inched away from the other slowly before both Italies raced out of the room when France's began to slowly come over to them. The French nation sighed before beaming happily.

"But why not? Oh well, he will come around eventually~!", Italy rushed into the living room and tried to catch their breaths. North Italy stumbled as he went to lean against the night stand beside him; South's eyes widened when he noticed that the vase was falling. He dove, an attempt to save the precious vase, but failed. The crash resounded the room and all fell quiet. The light brunette stared at the scene in horror, how could he do that? He dropped to his knees and assisted his older brother up just as Hungary and Austria entered the room. The Austrian stood shocked before steeling himself.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Forgive-!"

"I did it. Sorry, piano bastard.", Romano cut his fratellino's apology off; he wasn't going to let the dumbass go hungry tonight. The woman bent down before them and snatched their hands. She gasped at the cuts on the dark brunette's and the smaller cuts on the lighter brunette's. The raven haired nation used his index finger to place his glasses back in it's original postion and stood strictly beside his wife.

"Oh, you poor things! Let's go bandage those up!"

"You know the rules, Ro-", Austria called after them as Hungary led them to the kitchen.

"I know, music bastard.", South Italy cut him off; Veneziano tugged on his brother's dress.

"But fratello it was-!"

"I don't care, you're not going to fucking starve because of cheapskate!", Hungary turned towards the siblings and set a chair for them to use.

"Let me get the tweasers.", the female nation sighed as she exited the room leaving the two brothers alone. Holy Rome had heard the ruckus and had managed to find the two there. The blonde rushed up to North italy and held his hands.

"Are you alright, Italy?", Romano felt something in him shatter. The dark brunette kept his head down and removed the large pieces of glass from his hands then proceeded to wrap them. He jumped off the stool and hurried out of the room.

"Si, but it was mostly fratello who got hurt the most...", he watched his brother hurry off and removed his hands from the Empire's. The light brunette blinked his eyes open and stared sadly at the other nation before making his way after his older brother. His hands already bandaged by Romano. Hungary came back to the scene and gestured for the German boy to find the brothers. Holy Rome stood there in confusion before following after North Italy. The Hungarian shook her head before cleaning the sink.

Romano had attempted to talk to Holy Roman Empire after his and Veneziano's scare in the 'play room'; but the blonde had refused to talk to him. He'd went back to ignoring him just like back then; he was no different than anyone else. He felt his heart constrict at this; he even held feelings for this son of a bitch and he just reverts back to his old self after showing him kindness. What kind of fuckery was that? He sighed; maybe he finally got his lost memories back and found the reason to despise him again. He opened his bedroom door and walked over to his bed. He bent down and retrieved his bag from underneath it; the Italian began packing his clothing. He put on his night gown afterward and left out a dress for the next day.

"Stupid bastard..." The dark brunette buried his head into his pillow, he felt tears prickle his eyes but rapidly blinked them away. There was absolutely no point in crying about some bastard that he liked. Yes; he admitted it, even he couldn't deny the feelings he'd felt. Stupid France and his stupid love advice.

Love happens unexpectedly, you can never deny the feelings no matter how much you try. It'll just intensify! Now give me that apology kiss, mon amour~!

"Stupid wine bastard...stupid love...stupid heart...", he mumbled tiredly into the fluffy cloud. He felt something rustle beside him and saw that it was his pet, Da Vin. He shooed the little animal away but the little squirrel nuzzled into his masters neck; a show of comfort. Being half asleep he quirked his lips and mumbled something.

"Thanks little bastard..."Da Vin scurried back to the open window and jumped onto the next tree branch he could find in the dark. Veneziano opened the door and seeing that his brother was asleep; he closed it. He glared at the floor silently before being meet up with Holy Rome. He made his way to his room where he locked himself in and began rethinking the plan. There had to be a way where his fratello would be happy and for Holy Roman Empire to stop being a meanie to him. He plopped down on the mattress and groaned.

This was going to be even harder than he first thought.

This chapter was so fun to write! France and Roma's 'conversation' were based on a convo with an admin on DeviantArt. Such a nice person~! :3

I have marching band camp in a week so I won't update as fast or I might have inspiration overflowing in my brain so when I do write; beware the awesomeness. So yes, Holy Roman Empire refuses to acknowledge his feelings and South Italy is hurt by him. I can't have the romance developing without any complications, non? In my mind Spain can be a pig if left unsupervised; hence that Netherlands wanted Romano to come back since he kept Spain in line and responsible for his mess. Or is it because I watched D-grayman before writing this?

Hm...

~FreedomFighter50