You were walking home with Romano and noticed that you two didn't live too far from eachother. You and Romano carried on about school and how rude some people were. You giggled whenever Romano became upset and started cursing and his blush would return.

The feeling you had with him was like sunlight in your stomach. You didn't want to let go of this feeling, you wanted to stay with Romano. You wanted to hold onto him, and admire his eyes, his skin, his hair. You really liked Romano, you came to know this, you accepted it. What you really never knew was that you loved him. You never felt this way before, you never asked anyone about it and never intended to.

The sun was going down and you two were still walking, you began to think you both got lost in conversation and just past his house by. You wouldn't have minded. You liked being with Romano. He was like you in some ways, when you were with your friends. You were very much like Romano. Very moody, potty mouth, easy to piss off, tempermental, but you liked that. You liked that about yourself and Romano. You started to hum and Italian song, you did it absent-mindedly forgetting your fear about speaking Italian in a horrid way, messing up, and fumbling on pronounciations. You noticed Romano heard you and began to sing.

Stella, stellina,
La notte si avvicina.
La fiamma traballa.
La mucca nella stalla.
La mucca e il vitello,
La pecora e l'agnello,
La chioccia con il pulcino,
Ognuno ha il suo bambino,
Ognuno ha la sua mamma,
E tutti fanno la nanna

When he finished he looked at you. Your face was a bright red, you knew you couldn't explain how you knew some of the word, considering they slipped out. They weren't like Romano's, but they weren't American, they were quiet an hushed. So quiet you hoped Romano didn't hear. He did though...

"How did you know the words? Feliciano said you couldn't speak Italian." He questioned. You noticed his singing was perfect, like an angels. You were starting to think you were obsessed with him.

"My mom used to sing different lullabies to me when I was younger. When I heard this one, I fell in love. I asked her to sing it more often." Your voice quivered. It wasn't a lie, it wasn't even the truth being tampered with. Your mom did sing this to you, you did love it, and you did ask her to sing it often. But no person could remember something they hadn't heard in 12 years in a foreign language. Romano was no idiot, he could tell you were lying.

"You know Italian don't you?" He asked curiously. His auburn hair druped a little as he looked at you. You nodded scilently, you didn't think he'd find out, but he was the very first to know.

You stared at him, his eyes putting you into a trance once more. You loved his eyes. They were amazing, like a gift from God himself. You noticed Romano's mouth moving but hear no sound come out, you were really hypnotised by his eyes.

He moved, leaving your eyes to stare at the road, empty and dull. Not full of honey and bright green emerald leaves, like Romano's eyes.

"You're a little annoying spacing out like that, ragazza." He said and pushed open a gate. You assumed it was his house and walked the rest of the way home.


You entered your grandpa's house, not minding to say hello or giving any sign that you were home and safe. You walked up to your room and thought about Romano.

Romano and his honey eyes with the green emerald leaves. Romano with his sunset hair. Romano with his olive, Italian skin. Romano and his loose, but tight jacket. Romano and his skinny jeans.

You fell asleep, you never came down for dinner. Romano satisfied you enough.

You were in a car, crying. The car was going further and further away from the international school you had been enrolled to. Further away from Romano. Further away from Matthew. Further away from honey and emerald green bliss. You wanted to get out of the car, you couldn't move though. You began to scream, and kick, and through punches even. You were being tooken back home. Your parents were back from whatever country they went to and you had to go back home.

You kicked and refused to. You were too absorbed in Romano to leave. You wanted to know so much more about him. You needed to know so much more about him.

You tried to get out of the car one more time, and you succeded. You found yourself in the middle of the rode were a bunch of traffic was, you saw a car coming your way and saw Romano run for you. Before he got to you, you woke up, and that was it.


You were burning up and covered in sweat. The nightmare you had was awful, you didn't understand what it meant but you didn't like it. You hated it. You wanted to rip the idea up and set it in flames.

You wanted to see Romano again, you looked at what time it was, your digital clock flashed '5:48 A.M' in bright green. You smiled at the green remembering Romano's eyes. You were scaring yourself on how much you thought of him.

It would be time to get ready in twelve minutes, you smiled to yourself, you would see Romano at school. You got up to get some breakfast and kill some time.


You walked to school instead of riding the bus, you felt good today. You felt confident. As you entered school you saw Matthew, whom you were very good friends with and enjoyed talking to. You walked over to him (since no one else even knew he was there. ) to say 'Hi' and talk a little.

"Hey, Mattie!" You said cheerfully. Matthew was wearing his signature red hoodie with the white maple leaf in the middle. Matthew was Canadian while Alfred, his brother, was American, and that was something you would never understand but just accepted it.

"Hey, _!" He whispered back. Mattie was really quiet, unless you talked about hockey. Hockey was like some, mass producing testosterone machine for him, you assumed.

"Have you ever seen Romano's eyes?" You asked, wondering if he saw the same beauty you saw.

Mattie just shrugged. "No, I've really never paid attention to him." He mumbled, playing with his hoodie strings. You frowned, maybe it was just you.

"Oh...Hey, do you want to come over to my house sometime?" You ask random questions a lot, you thought to yourself. You then looked at Mattie expectantly.

"Yeah, sure! I wanna talk to you about some stuff.." He muttered under his breath. You smiled brightly and nodded. He must not have expected you to heard him because he was suprised when you told him anything for a friend.
Gilbert walked by you and Matthew with his new girlfriend, you noticed Matthews face was a little more red than it had been. The bell rang and it was time for first period.


You walked with Matthew to World History. You had a big smile on your face because Romano would be there too. Matthew looked a little concerned because of your big smile. You waltzed into class and saw Romano by himself. You looked at Matthew and smiled, you grabbed Matthew's hand. Your (h/l) wisped behind you as you dragged him over to Romano. Matthew was confused vut you didn't care. Matthew and Romano were your bestfriends, you decided.

"Hey,Romano!" You shouted gleelfully. You hadn't made your way to him yet. This room is humongous, you thought to yourself.
Romano almost fell out of his chair out of suprise.

"What the hell, _! Do you always shout out so loud in public?" Romano yelled in responce. He was giving you an irritated look and peering at you. His cheeks were bright tomatoes once more, an what was better? His cheeks were puffed out.
You let out a sweet, gentle laugh and looked to Matthew. Matthew's face was red from embarressment.

"New boyfriend?" Rimano asked, his eyes furrowed, cheeks red. He was adorable.
Matthews face turned a darker shade of red and started to shake his head.

"No, this is Matthew. He's a really good friend that's all. Why?" You frowned. Why was he concerned if he was my boyfriend or not, you thought.

"N-No Reason.. God you are so nosy!" Romano groaned. You thought of the nightmare you had. You shook violently as the dream came back to you. You blacked out.


You were in a field of wheat. Golden wheat, that swayed back and forth in the wind. A bright sunset colored the sky with bright warm color. The wheat fiel had small patches of green here and there. You were with Romano, laying in the field, holding hands. You were happy laying with Romano in the golden field.

"_!" Unknown voices shouted. You gripped Romano's hand.

"_!" The voices grew louder. Your gripped tightened as you held onto Romano.

"_!" The voices were getting closer with each call. You looked over to Romano, but saw he was gone...


"ROMANO!" You screamed. You were in the school infirmary. Romano was there beside you, his eyes wide and shocked. You stared at Romano. Romano stared back.

"You answered!" Matthew said behind a curtain.

"It was you guys..." You mumbled, the voices you heard were Matthew's and Romano's, not your parents'.

"Why'd you scream 'Romano', though?" Matthew inquired, a frown painted on his face. You didn't want to say anything about your night mares to Romano, you didn't know how to answer..

"I...I-I don't want to talk about it.." You whispered, you pushed a small strand of (h/c) out of your face as you did so.

"Okay." Matthew said simply, understanding your situation.

Romano was still staring at you, deep in thought. You felt your face warm up. You turned out to be blushing and wondered why you were. You felt akward and self-conscious.
"What time is it?" You asked Romano, which Matthew was going to answer but he saw you were looking at Romano.

"H-Huh? Oh, Fifth period." He snapped back to reality as he said it.

"FIFTH PERIOD? It's already fifth period!" You shouted, shocked that you were out that long.
You heard Mattie in the background laughing at your outburst. You, Matthew, and Romano decided to stay in the infirmary and talk. The nurse had actually told Romano and Mattie to call if you woke up, but you three did not feel like going back to class. You three stayed and talked the rest of the school day.


"Can I walk home with you-" You were talking to Romano but he cut you off.

"No, this time, I'm walking you home." He said, eyes furrowed, cheeks out, once more. "Girls don't walk guys home, guys walk girls home."

"Fine, fine. Mattie is coming home with me though." You explained. Matthew looked up and told you that he forgot and had to text Alfred about where he was going. Romano frowned
You looked to Romano and saw the look on his face. 'Why was he frowning? Did he not like Mattie?' You thought. You decided to say something.

"What's the problem, Romano?" You questioned, hoping Romano would answer.

"I don't have a problem, dammit!" He cursed loudly. He brushed some of his dark auburn hair out of his face. You frowned because you could tell he was lying.

"If you say so, Romano." You sighed, the tree of you walked home. It was a scilent and akward walk home, you didn't like walking home like this.