Yay, Chibimano!~ He's short and slightly chubby. Just by a bit. But it's just fat!

So this is the next chapter, told slightly from Romano's perspective. It's really not that good and the process is really slow, but it'll get better promise! It just needs time and my imagination to start functioning correctly.

I hope next chapter will be better. Till then, Enjoy~

He really tried to clean. He really did. But it all just ended up like this anyway, in an even worse state than before. "…Fuck it," said a small boy, ranging from four feet, six inches in height. The boy wasn't exactly fat and chubby, but his weight was a little bit above average, just by a small bit. He brushed his dark brown hair with his hands, carefully avoiding his ahoge. He felt a little odd whenever it was touched and hated it a lot. Well, whenever the Spanish bastard was the one touching it, since most of the time he was the one touching it, even if it wasn't really often. He sat down on a chair, which was the only thing not completely dirty, with the exception of some dust. "Damn it! When is he coming back! I thought he said he wouldn't be gone long," the little boy complained, flailing his fists in the air. "I'm hungry, dammit!"

The door opened and the angst little boy rushed to greet, or rather head-butt the Spaniard who was about to come in. But he didn't seeing a figure in his arms, sleeping soundly. He was mean to the Spaniard, but wasn't insensitive. He backed off and let the Spaniard walk into the room calmly with no noise whatsoever. He was curious though on whom the Spanish country was carrying. He followed a little bit behind to the Spaniard's room and watched him sing another lullaby to that small figure. Whoever it was, they were most likely another country he conquered or something. Seeing him put the figure down and tucked him or her in, he hid behind the door sneaking out into the hallway quietly before being picked up by his collar and hugged. "I'm home Romano.~" Spain said cheerfully.

"Agh! Lemme go, bastard!" The child named Romano protested, flailing his small arms all around while kicking and screaming. Romano was another name for Southern Italy, who was sent over to Spain because he was rather difficult to deal with. He was loud, vulgar, and often demanding of his Spanish boss. He was a klutz too. Spain showed him a lot of unwanted affection. He didn't mind it…But he didn't like it either. He acted way too close for someone trying to steal his grandfather's inheritance. Spain's actions were always suspicious, even though it was just his personality from what it seemed like. "Aw, come on!~ I just got back, can't you be a little nice to Boss?" Spain asked, with a smiling face.

"…Make me food, then!" he demanded. Spain stared at him in disbelief. This really wasn't anything new really. It looked like he at least tried to clean. And he really didn't head-butt him the minute he got home. So he guessed it was all right. He sighed. Why is it that the Boss had to cook for someone who didn't do his job right? Making a slight pouting face, he agreed. While at the dinner, Spain had told him something, but he didn't really listen. If it wasn't for or about him, he barely had much interest. But he would soon find out what it was that the Spaniard was trying to tell him.

Romano woke up slowly, his eyes squinting at the light and got up slowly. Stupid sunlight… he thought in his head. Even so, he got up. He was quite hungry after all. Putting on his clothes, which consisted of a light pink shirt, a frilly apron, and shorts, he ran to Spain's room and about to jump onto his bed to wake him up but saw that he wasn't even there. He looked around for a bit before smelling something from the kitchen. He followed it and saw food on the table, set up and ready to eat. Immediately he sat down and began to dig in, his face slightly souring. This wasn't what he usually ate. It wasn't that bad, per se, but he didn't like it. He wouldn't accept anything but his Italian food, which mainly meant pasta only. But because he had no Spanish bastard to complain to, he ate it and then got back up, pulling a stool and started to make something that he'd actually like.

Once he was finished, he started walking around for the bathroom. He could never find it because his house was too damned big for the Southern Italian nation. After a couple of minutes of searching, he still didn't find it, but he found something else that distracted him a little bit from wanting to go to the bathroom. A girl slightly smaller than him, ranging from maybe four feet, four inches, was in that seemed to be the living room was cleaning. Romano watched the girl, carefully taking note of her appearance. The smaller girl had short black hair that was slightly wavy at the tips of her hair. When she turned a little bit to sweep up more dust, he saw her skin was tanned, but her skin wasn't as dark as any of the African nations he's seen around once or twice. It was however as dark as the Spaniard. Maybe she was another Spanish nation? But as he got a clear look of her face, his face blushed. She looked nothing like the Spaniard, but she was cute. Brown eyes focused on the ground as she bent down with a cloth to scrub the ground more, she was obviously completely focused with full intent to scrub something on the ground that was apparently stuck very tightly. What he saw next, he felt his heart skip a beat. The strange girl ended up smiling with an apparent triumphant look on her face. That smile…It was rather beautiful for someone who obviously looked younger than most of the women he's ever seen.

On his usual habits, he approached the girl, who went to a table with papers scattered on the desk and started to clean it, neatly stacking the papers together, one pile that looked important and one that looked like trash. But she didn't throw any of them away, as she was completely unsure which ones needed to be thrown away. Once her hands were off the table and coming back to the broom she had stand next to her, he gently grabbed one hand holding it close to his lips and kissed it. The girl turned her head in surprise and stared confused at him. "Ciao, bella.~" he greeted, a charming smile on his face. "Don't think I've ever seen you around before.~ Name's Romano, pleasure to meet you." At his last sentence, Romano added a wink to up his charm over her.

The girl though, she obviously looked less infatuated and more annoyed and un-amused at the male. With her free hand, she grabbed a quill that was on the desk and stabbed his arm with it, using the sudden infliction of pain run off and away with her broom in her hand. First time he was ever rejected in that manner. Wasn't that a little overboard? If she really didn't want him to flirt with her couldn't she just have told him never to do that again? He groaned annoyingly, attempting to possibly put himself in her shoes, something he's never really done much before, but it was a little essential to understand the girl. She most likely was new here, so maybe he went a little fast with talking to her the way he did. After he recovered, he went back to his original objection: finding the god-damned bathroom, which he found next to the living room.