A/N: Hello there, you cutie. How are we doing today? Just checking in. Let's get to work, shall we? Not you. You just sit there and read. That message is for past Lumi needing to get this chapter done. I'm ready. How about you? Yep. Me, too.

What the hell…? If I didn't know any better, I'd think something just moved in my bed. What time was it? I'm pretty sure it was only me in here when I went to sleep. Three o'clock? Relax, Terra. Rationalize this out. I know you're still a tad out of it, but focus here. I woke up and rolled over. I always knew Tio didn't have a cat. My body could relax again.

"Romano?" I whispered.

"What?" Before I got that chance to speak, he cut me off, "Shut up. Go back to sleep."

I couldn't do that. Just because I unclenched didn't mean I could go back to sleep. Especially when my new roommate couldn't stop shaking, "Are you ok?"

I reached my hand out to his shoulder, but he just swatted it away, "Just go back to sleep."

Not until I know for sure, "Romano, what's wrong? You wouldn't have come in here if everything was ok."

"I had a nightmare, ok?" Romano snapped, "And I don't want to be too close to Spain. He smells anyway."

"Ok," I figured as much. But I just wanted to make sure Romano and Spain didn't get into it and things took a bad turn, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No!" he snarled, "I want to go back to sleep!"

"Ok…" It's just for tonight. I don't mind. Romano was just tired and lashing out. I understand. I rolled back over, laying back to back with him. Even though I wanted to give this poor, rattled boy a hug, I had a feeling he'd punch me. Instead, I took the blanket I made today and covered him with it. I'd hate for him to get cold.

"You're…" Romano gripped my blanket tight, "You're leaving in the morning, aren't you?"

"No," I spoke softly, "I leave tomorrow afternoon. Why?"

"No reason," he nestled down into our bed, "Honestly…I wish you weren't leaving at all."

Romano's shaking grew worse. That's it. I know the risks. Punching be damned. I moved in a little closer, "Romano…Are you sure you're ok?"

"If you tell Spain I said that," his voice broke, "I will kill you."

"I won't," I promised, draping an arm around him, "I'll miss you, too."

"Really?" Romano peeked over his shoulder, "Why? I've been nothing but cruel to you since you got here. Yet, you've been so nice to me. You hid me from my brother. You haven't kicked me out of your bed."

"That's because I can see past that," I pulled him into my arms, covering us up, "You can probably be very sweet when you want to be, Romano. Like you are now."

"I wouldn't say sweet…"

"Well," I held him a bit tighter, "Sweet or not. Whatever your nightmare was, I'm glad it's over."

"Terra…" Romano slowly cuddled into me, "This isn't weird for you, is it?"

"Not at all," I assured, running my hand down his back. Spain was right. Romano is a little spoon, "It's alright, Romano. What about you? Is this alright for you?"

"Yeah," he laid his head in my shoulder, "This isn't bad."

"Good." I told him so, "Go back to sleep, ok?"

"Ok," Romano shut his eyes, "Good night, Terra."

"Good night, Romano." He really is such a sweet boy. Whether or not he recognized it, Romano had a lot of his grandfather in him. Rest well, you little angel. Your nightmares won't plague you anymore.

The next morning, I woke up with no Romano in my bed. I know he was here when I fell asleep. Maybe he went back to his own bed? He didn't just disappear. I got out of bed and started to wander the house on a great, grand search for Romano. He wasn't in Spain's room. I don't think he was in the bathroom. Where in the ever-loving hell is Romano? Voices in the kitchen sounded like a lead. And the thought of breakfast made my stomach rumble.

"Where were you last night, Romano?" Looks like I wasn't the only one having problems with keeping track of him, "You weren't in our bed when I woke up this morning. You had me worried."

"I got up early." There's Romano. And I knew better. Technically, he wasn't lying. He was up early. And went back to sleep. In my bed, "So?"

"You don't get up early," Spain pointed out, "Ever."

"Maybe you slept in, asshole!" Romano snapped, "Ever think of that? You sleep more than anyone I know!"

"Settle down, Lovino," Spain spoke softly, "It's ok. Maybe you did get up early."

"Whatever," Romano scoffed.

"Just wanted to know why you weren't in our bed," Spain walked over to the coffee pot.

"I bet you wish it was Feliciano in your bed with you," Romano snarled.

"What…?"

"Don't give me that bullshit, Antonio," Romano rolled his eyes, "Admit it! You'd rather be with my brother than me. He's smaller than me. Everyone thinks he's so cute. He's all around a good guy. Of course you'd rather Feli over me. Now, quit lying to me and say it!"

"Lovi, no," Spain tried to reach out to Romano, but Romano wasn't having it, "Look, Lovino. I don't want Feliciano. I'd never do that to you."

"But you want to," Romano quivered, "Maybe not consciously, but deep down, you'd leave me in a heartbeat."

"And have Ludwig on my ass?" Spain kissed Romano's cheek, "Of course not, Lovino. It's always been you and me. If I was ever going to leave, I would've left by now. I'm not ever doing that to you. You should know better than that. Te amo…"

Romano's face turned as red as a tomato at Spain's affection. And he fell into his lover's arms, "I guess you're ok, too. Now, get off me…"

"Alright," Spain let him go.

I hated to be that guy, but…Well…I was hungry, "Morning, boys."

"Buenos dias, Terra," Spain smiled, "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah," I looked over at Romano, making sure he slept better, "Woke up once in the middle of the night, but it was fine."

"Good to hear," Spain chimed, "You want some breakfast?"

"Yes please," I nodded vigorously, "I'm starving."

"You poor thing," he cradled my face in the palm of his hand.

"Yeah," Romano chimed in, "She's been living with Britain, Spain. Go easy on the spices."

"One single grain of salt would be too much spice," Spain chuckled.

"I've used British food as a torture tactic," Romano admitted, "The scary thing is it worked."

"Come on, guys," I settled them, "Britain tries, ok? His cooking isn't that bad."

"Terra," Spain checked me over, "Are you feeling ok? Are you right in the head?"

"Have you never eaten anyone else's cooking?" Romano worried, "Oh, mio dio…Spain, feed her."

"That was the plan," Spain opened up his fridge and started taking out breakfast food after breakfast food. I'm not going to be able to move later, am I?

"It's alright, Terra," Romano took my hand, "You didn't know any better."

"It couldn't be all bad, though," Spain figured, "She does have France, too."

"Yeah," Romano laughed, "Thank God. Or she'd probably starve."

"Excuse me!" a familiar voice snapped, "I'm appalled that you even thought I would let this little angel go NEAR Britain's cooking. Not in my house. Well…Technically, it is Britain's house, but you get the point."

"Papa!" I threw myself into his chest.

"Hello, sweetheart," France hugged me tight, "Oh, how I missed you so."

"I missed you, too," I reveled in his warmth. Just like that first night we met. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Romano storm off. I don't like that. I don't like that at all, "Excuse me…"

"Would you all piss off about my cooking?!"

I followed Romano into the library and found him curled up in the corner. Come on, Romano. I thought we were better than this. Slowly, but surely, I approached him with caution, "Romano…? Are you ok?"

"Why haven't you left yet?" he snapped.

"Because," I sat on the floor with him, "I'm not going anywhere yet. The grownups are still talking in the kitchen. Mostly Spain and France ganging up on Britain, but I'm more worried about you. What's wrong, Romano? Talk to me."

"You're leaving," Romano moved closer to me, "I told you last night I didn't want you to go. Why can't you just stay?"

"I have other places to be, too," I took his hand. Only for him to rip it away, "Romano…"

"Don't Romano me," he pouted, "I knew this was going to happen. Everyone I even start to remotely care about ends up leaving me anyway. Why do I bother?"

"Romano," I stopped him before he could spiral, "Look at Spain."

"What about him?" Romano rolled his eyes, "He's more like a stray dog that won't leave because I threw him a piece of bacon one time."

"But he's staying, isn't he?" I pointed out, "He cares about you more than you know. And he's stuck around."

"I guess…"

"And you can come see me any time you want," I promised, "You know where Britain lives. If I'm not there, I'm at France's house. Or I might be with my brothers."

"You have brothers?" Romano gave me a look, "That's right. France and Britain adopted America and the other one, too."

"Canada," I nodded, "He has a name. But yeah. You can come see me whenever you want. I'm just a phone call away."

He looked down at his feet, "And you're not going to run off with Italy, right?"

"No," I swore, "I don't prefer one to the other. But I do like you, Romano. I think Italy might be a little much for me to handle in anything more than small doses."

"So…" Romano slid his hand back in mine, "I really can come visit you whenever? That's ok?"

"Of course it is," I wrapped my arms around him.

"I'll miss you, Terra," he nuzzled his face in my shoulder.

"I'll miss you, too," I kissed the top of his head out of reflex.

"Aww…" France and Spain stood in the doorway, creepily watching us.

Without hesitation, Romano took off his boot and threw it at them, "LEAVE!"

Romano really is so cute. I tried my best to hold back a smile, but I couldn't help myself. He is precious. I really am going to miss him. Hopefully, this won't be the last we see of each other. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. And this would be no different. France took me by the hand and the three of us started heading home.

"So," I asked, "How was your trip?"

"I told you, darling," Britain reminded me, "All we needed was a little time in the country and we'd be fine again."

"Clearly," I awed. I've never heard Britain be so sweet to me. If this is what he was like after a vacation, he could do that as often as he wanted to.

"It was so peaceful," France gushed.

"I thought you weren't supposed to be back until the afternoon," I pointed out, "What made you come back early?"

"We just needed to clear the bats out of the tunnel," he assured, "Nothing too exciting. Although, the clearing was…"

"France…" Britain hushed him, "Does she really need to hear about that?"

"I guess not," France obliged.

"What the hell…?" Britain walked up to the front of our house, staring at something sticking out of the bushes. All of his face suddenly lost color.

"Britain…?" France worried, "Is that…what I think it is?"

"It's not a new flower…" Britain poked at it.

"It looks like a lead pipe," I assumed.

"It is a lead pipe," France went flush.

"The bushes must be happy to see you."

The pipe wiggled a little, "Privet, moi druz'ya!"

A/N: For those of you curious, that last bit says "Hello, my friends!". I can't wait for next week. Because that last line made me so happy. Next week is going to be a little bit of a PSA. I've already talked to someone about this. I told you that I would try and introduce new countries every chapter. That would be next week's country. And with that country is going to come other countries. But all that aside, Romano. I want to give Romano the biggest hugs. I want to give him kisses and tell him the world isn't nearly as big and scary as he thinks. Even though I think the world is also big and scary, so that's counterproductive. But fake it until you make it, Romano. Mama Lumi loves you and wants to see you succeed. Now, I'm in a drawing mood, so I'm going to go do that. See you next chapter! xx