It had been a long and tiring day for Antonio even though he didn't even leave his house. Why, you ask? Romano. It was all because of the 5 year old Italian boy, who had not stopped screaming for food as well as accidentally knocking down and breaking precious furniture, thus leaving the house a chaotic mess. At this point, you'd think that Antonio would give Romano back to the Austrian named Roderich, or at least be more firm with the uncontrollable child, however the truth was that the Spaniard didn't have the heart to do either of those things. The poor boy was just so young and probably emotionally exhausted from living in so many different houses for the past few months that Antonio couldn't blame the child. At least it wasn't always so bad. The only time when Romano was quiet and not destructive at the same time was when he sat down at the kitchen table to eat a delicious meal the Spaniard had made for him. And the peace and quiet was heavenly.
This is where we find our abnormal family, sitting in the kitchen just as Romano finished off the last of the pasta, licking the bowl clean and then demanding a dessert. Antonio was, of course, two steps ahead of Romano and traded the bowl for a plate of small slices of peaches (a common dessert for Italians) before the little boy could finish his sentence. Antonio walked to the sink and began to wash the dishes then put them away. While he did so, he was slowly engulfed with the thought of the mess waiting to be cleaned by none other than him. It was probably useless since Romano would find another way to ruin his house before bedtime. Nevertheless Antonio had to at least try!
Antonio turned around to automatically take Romano's empty plate yet he found that it wasn't empty. In fact, there was quite a few slices still on it. The Spaniard turned his bright gaze over to Romano. The Italian's head was nodding while he did his best to keep his heavy eyelids open. He was still trying to finish the dessert, although he chewed very slowly on the half eaten slice of peach in his hand as he stared dimly at the table. Antonio was taken aback, but before he could say anything Romano toppled over and he lunged forward to catch the little boy. After the shock passed, Antonio chuckled as he held the sleepy Italian close to his chest. "I think it's time for bed," the Spaniard said while he walked toward the stairs.