'ello everyone~ ^^ I apologize for taking forever to write this fail chapter ;_;

ROMANO IS SO HARD TO WRITE WHEN YOU DON'T CURSE. He (along with Spain, Germany, and ) sound so OOC, it's not even funny ._.

Oh, and before I forget, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed, alerted, or added this story to their favorites~! =D Danke! And as requested by Fujoshi Anonim, this chapter will be from Spain's and Romano's POV!

Now that that's out of the way, let's start the story, si?

DISCLAIMER- I don't own Hetalia, if I did, all the characters would be mary-sues.

Chapter 3

Spain's POV

"Roma! You look just like a tomato!" I exclaim, before glomping (as Japan had said it) my little Roma. He was just so adorable! I hear a small squeal of surprise before we start tumbling down a small grassy hillside. We finally reach the bottom, and I'm still on top of him. A grin spreads across my face, wait, can cats grin. . .? Hm. . . I guess I'll ask Greece later, he seems to know a lot about cats. But where could I meet him? I'll have to-

The sound of my little Roma hissing brings me back from my thoughts. "Get off me before I get my mafia on you, idiota!" He tries to escape, but fails.

"But Roma!" I whine, "Can't we have some fun like we used to? I miss having you and Belgium around!"

He tries to throw me off, but again, he fails. "I swear, if you don't get off of me in the next three seconds, I will sick my mafia on you and burn down Madrid!" he hisses angrily.

"B-but that's where I store all my tomatoes in the winter! And that would mean no tomatoes for you too if you burn down Madrid!" I exclaim. For some reason, Romano always came to my house whenever he wanted a tomato.

. . .

While Romano is deep in thought, I see my chance. Quickly, I get off of him and grab his scruff before he can figure out what's happening. Laughing, I toss him into the small river that happened to be behind of us before jumping in myself.

"IDIOTA! WHAT THE HECK! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" he shouts angrily as he flails his paws around wildly.

"Haha~ You're so cute Ro-!" I gasp as my lungs are fill with water. Feeling a heavy lump (No! I'm not calling my little Roma fat!) above me, I'm able to conclude that Romano's trying to drown me. Maybe he was serious about killing me. . .

"R-Rom-ma! I-I can-n't br-br-eathe!" I manage to choke out.

Hearing a loud 'hmph!' before surfacing, I gasp for air before flashing Roma a goofy grin, "Gracias!"

He flushes, and my grin grows even bigger- he looks just like a tomato! "W-why are you thanking me, stupido?"

"Well, you didn't kill me~"

". . . Were you dropped on your head when you were a kid?"

"No, why~?"

"No reason."

"Darn it! It's raining!"

"Don't worry, Roma! At least there's no light-"

FLASH!

"At least it's not thu-"

CRACK!

"It's not-"

"D-don't you dare finish tha- CHIGI!" he gives a shrill hiss before throwing himself at me as another bolt of lightning streaks across the sky. I'm guessing that he's still afraid of storms. . .

"Heh, let's go find some shelter, si?"

"Chigi!"

I'll take that as a yes.

Germany's POV

"Italy, please get off of me. . ."

"No! The lightning is s-scary!"

". . ."

I sighed as Italy continued to cling to me. Maybe I should've went with Prussia after all. . . no, he's probably less mature than Italy. If that's possible.

"V-Ve~ Germany? Can w-we please go into one of those w-warm cozy house?"

"Nein! I refuse to be a house cat!" After seeing how some of the cats are treated on 'Animal Planet', I didn't plan on becoming a pet.

"B-but Geeermaaaany~!" The northern Italian gave me one of his signature pouts that he usually reserved for his fratello before he starts wimpering, "Bitte?"

Blushing, I couldn't find the heart to refuse the Italian in front of me, especially with that pout! "J-ja, we'll find a suitable house. . ."

"YAY! THANK-YOU! GRAZIE! DANKE!" Italy purred excitedly before dashing off towards the small neighborhood that was nearby.

". . . I was tricked. . . by Italy. . ."

"Ve~ What about this house, Germany?"

"Nein, I can hear dogs barking inside."

"What about this one?"

"No, it's far too messy."

"Oh! What about that one? I smell pasta inside!"

Italy and I have been wandering around the surprisingly large neighborhood for about five minutes now. I swear, if Italy was by himself out here, he'd probably be dead by now. He suggests that we go into every single house we pass. He was currently looking at a small white house that was somewhat decent. Several canvas were scattered around the lawn, all covered by a deep green tarp. The lights were on inside, and someone seemed to be in the kitchen area cooking something. Seeing as how Italy's hair curl (which he still retained, even as a cat) was twitching, I knew that he was right about the pasta inside. (I swear, the guy has a sixth sense when it comes to pasta)

"Hm. . . Ja, I guess it's the best we'll find out here."

"Yay~! Come on then!" Italy said before prancing off towards the house.

Mein Gott.

That was the first thought that came to mind upon entering the house. The furniture looked fancy and expensive while the ground was covered by high quality looking wooden panels. The walls were painted a deep, rich red color, and large white columns stretching from the floor to the ceiling. Despite all this though, the owner of the house was a complete mess. He wore ratty old stained t-shirt along with a loose pair of jeans. A frilly pink apron was draped over his neck, and his messy hair was a dark shade of blond. He was fairly short, about the same height of italy, and he spoke with an Italian accent too.

"Ciao~! My name's Marcello, and this is my house. Do you like it?" he asked as he picked up Italy.

Surprisingly, he let us in quite easily. After hearing Italy's meows from outside the door, he opened it and let us in without a second thought.

Unable to communicate with Marcello through words, Italy gave a purr of approval.

"That's good! And what about your friend here?" Setting Italy down on the couch, he reached for me. "Hm, you know, I have an idea. Wait here!" Marcello set me down on the couch next to Italy before dashing upstairs.

"Doesn't he seem nice, Germany?" the tan cat next to me asked.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so."

After waiting for several moments and hearing a few dozen crashes coming from upstairs, Marcello returned with a striped ribbon that resembled the German flag. He grinned as he approached me again.

"You know, you remind me of someone I know from Germany~!" The blond chirped before tying the ribbon around my neck. "There! You look great, don't 'cha think?"

"Ve~ He's right you know!" Italy said.

Suddenly, an alarm went off in the kitchen.

"Pasta's done!" Marcello exclaimed cheerfully, seemingly forgetting about the ribbon. As if on cue, Italy's stomach began to growl.

"You're hungry too, eh?" Giving us another one of his grins, Marcello started skipping towards the kitchen, "I'll be right back!"

We sat in silence while the Italian went to retrieve his pasta. "I hope you guys like pasta~!" he sang, as he came back into the living room. In his hands were two bowls filled with pasta.

"PASTA~! I'VE MISSED YOU SOOOO MUCH!" Italy exclaimed, before launching himself at the teen.

"Haha, hold on!" Marcello said as he set the bowls down on the floor. Italy immediately began digging in as I walked towards the bowl next to him, giving it a curious sniff before taking a bite.

Laughing, Marcello began to stroke Italy's back. "I hope you guys like it!"

Maybe being a house cat isn't so bad after all.

Romano's POV

"Chigi!" I cried out again as another crack of thunder boomed in my ears.

"It's okay, Roma," the idiot beside me said as he put his paw on top of mine. "It's just some thunder, it can't hurt you~"

"I-it might,"

"I won't let it."

". . . Grazie."

Smiling warmly, Spain began to purr happily. "You should get some sleep." he advised, "You look tired."

The idea of sleep right now sounded heavenly. . . and there was a warm Spaniard that happened to be laying next me right now. . . Maybe just for a little bit. . . Yawning, I closed my eyes.

"Ti amo, idiota." I whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear.

"Te amo demasiado."

". . . Tell anyone about this and I really will burn down Madrid. . ." I warn before drifting off to sleep, a low purr rumbling from my throat.

A/N- So, yeah, I don't think any translations are necessary, it's pretty obvious what the words mean. Oh, and if anyone sees a mistake, please point it out, as the only languages I speak are English and Chinese~ =3 So, as always, please leave a review with your opinions on the story! Hate it? Highly dislike it? Share your thoughts! (Or a certain Hungarian might appear at your bedside tonight with a frying pan. . .)

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