"ROMANO!"

Romano felt his stomach being stomped on, waking up in a pain. "…Ngh…." He groaned out, grabbing the ankle connected to the foot, sending out an irritated glare at her. It's been about three years since she came to live within the Spanish Empire.

"Oh there you are." Filipinas said with an irritated smirk on her face.

"Y-yes, you damn bitch…" replied back to her, his grip getting tighter. "But you….you probably already knew that…" His face paled as he gritted his teeth. Knowing her, she probably saw him already and stepped on him on purpose. She was just like that with him. Why else would she have stopped him so hard, he thought his ribs were going to break?

"Hmph. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. We'll never know," she said, taking her foot off and walking off. Romano sat up in a hurry, rubbing his stomach.

"What no apology?" he yells at her, an irritated look on his face.

"Why should I? You were sleeping on the job," she stated continuing to walk away. Filipinas set the broom on her shoulder.

"…I should've expected that out of the she-demon…" he mumbled to himself. However, it was apparently loud enough for Filipinas to hear as she stopped in her tracks and turned back to him.

Spain walked with a man with dark brown hair and a mole underneath his left corner of his lips. They were chatting about something, though it was just idle chatter, things that weren't too important. Well, not too important, politics and government-wise, just to morality things in general. It was rather difficult for Spain to not let his Asian colony wreak her clothes and her body. She was an islander and very athletic in this type of work. And even is she was rather good at keeping things clean, she was terrible at keeping herself in order.

"Filipinas is almost always tearing up her clothes because my bosses make her clean rather dangerous places. Not only that, but though I never really mind her ever dressing like that, she gets in trouble with my boss because she never dresses properly in front of him."

"So basically you need more clothes for her?" asked the man, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips, a thick accent of German in his voice. He scratched the back of his head, looking down at the floor and then back to Spain. "I suppose I can see what I can do for you. Let me see her. Perhaps she can fit into Veniciano's clothes. So where is this colony of yours?"

"Ah! Fr-fratello!" cried the little girl, in a rather worried and squeamish tone. Spain turned quickly to where he was pointing and saw Filipinas slapping the daylights out of Romano.

"A She-demon, am I?" she said with a rather irked smile in her lips. She obviously didn't like being called that, only making the situation worse by acting like that.

"Agh! S-SPAIN, SAVE ME!" he cried out

"No otra vez!" jumped Spain, putting back down the little girl and running over to the two, breaking up the fight. He breathed a rather heavy sigh as she skipped backwards with a annoyed look on her face. "Filipinas, tienes que controlar ese mal genio que tienes! Have more self control, won't you?"

Filipinas rotated her neck, her hand on the joint between her neck and shoulders before staring back up at him. She breathed an annoyed sigh, a rather irritated look on her face, before she picked up her broom. "Fine…But just so you know, he was sleeping on the job," she stated as she walked away.

"At least I didn't step on anyone when I try to wake someone up you damn she-dem—!" protested Romano before being interrupted in the middle of his sentence.

A flying kick to Romano's face allowed another fight to start again. "Filipinas, knock it OFF!" yelled Spain in a manner of worry and frustration.

"That was a rather bad first impression you made." Spain fixed up her hair back underneath the handkerchief on her head with Filipinas trying to untie her apron off her dress. Despite the first impression, the man, whom she soon learned was named Austria, was willing to help him out, having being used to someone with the same type of personality (Hungary). "Come on, turn this way."

Filipinas made a face, a look of annoyance and strong dislike showing up on her face. She didn't like this for a second and wish she didn't have to do this, but she had no choice. Plus since it was Spain asking, she'll do it, just for him because he has been taking good care of her. Doesn't mean she had to act like it though. Making complaints in a huffy voice, she silenced herself after saying what she wanted and trying it on. It felt just odd on her which made her feel upset. Gritting her teeth, she sighed as Spain let in Austria. "How does it fit?" he asked in a unfamiliar accent.

"Okay, I guess…"she replied with an annoyed tone in her voice. Filipinas hated wearing girl's clothes. It was the most annoying thing she had to do and she wasn't starting to like it anyway. Why should she, they just end up scolding her even more. But again, she'd put up with it since it was Spain who asked her to do it. Taking a sigh, she asked if she was done. Spain chuckled lightly and nodded his head.

"Yes, yes, you're finished now."She let out a sigh of relief and began to undress. Austria called Spain out of the room to talk. As she was halfway dressed, she heard a small girlish scream from somewhere. And for once it wasn't Romano! Well It sounded like Romano as well, but there seemed to have been another person as well.

Even though she told herself she really could care less about Romano, the screaming became too much to bear. Her broom in one hand, her free hand pushing up, giving her enough leverage to go through, she jumped out the window, only wearing a skirt and a white sleeveless undershirt. "Dammit, Romano, shut up already! You're a boy, aren't you?"

She was really getting tired of coming to his rescue. True, Spain always came to his, but whenever he wasn't around, the female nation found herself watching over him anyway. 'Give me a break! Stupid Romano!' she thought in her head. Filipinas kept her ears in tune with the screaming, her body intuitively locating the source of the screams. She almost tripped over a rock from locating them and saw a growling dog glaring at the two Romanos.

Wait a second, two Romanos? She already needed to deal with one now there's another? And why was the second Romano wearing a dress? She took a careful look and saw it was two different people who just happened to look the same. Jeez, how pathetic can a person get? Hiding behind a girl….Or she thought that was a girl…She wasn't too sure, probably because she looked like Romano, only with different partings in his hair and a lighter hair and skin color. Not to mention reverse ahoges…Hey…that made a cute little heart didn't it?

She slapped her cheeks. Never mind that, there was something she needed to do.

Before she went over to asking what the hell was happening, she had to get rid of the dog. Filipinas whistled sharply, the growls stopped to turn to Filipinas. She pat her knees, whistling to him, walking over to a stick nearby the area and picking it up. The dog ran over to her, panting excitedly, its eyes following the stick's movement carefully. "Want it? Huh you want the stick?" she asked, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

The dog just jumped around more, wagging its tail, barking with delight as she teased the big animal. Filipinas turned, her back arched, one foot in the air and threw it, as far as she could and watched the dog run all the way, chasing the flying wood across the town. She hoped it didn't cause too much trouble in the town cause then Papa would have to deal with more people. Filipinas turned her heel, her eyes catching an escaping Romano. "And where do you think you're going, you little wimp?" she asked, her eyes glaring at him.

"Sh-shut up! I was handling myself just fine, thank you!"

"Oh, so hiding behind a girl was handling yourself just fine, huh?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't believe you, you actually hide behind a girl? God, you really are a pathetic wimp, aren't you? And now you're trying hide it?" she replied back, her voice rising.

"Now just wait one moment, you little bitch! I may be a lot of things, but I do not behind a girl when I fight!

"Like you even fight at all! You run away like a little coward, prat! Meanwhile, I have to take care of your freaking mess!" Filipinas grabbed onto his collar and literally butted heads with his, a large bruise showing on his forehead.

"Um, please! Th-there's no need to fight!" entered in an effeminate, yet tiny boyish voice. "He's a lot of things but he certainly would never put a girl in danger!"

"Huh?" she said a confused look on her face.

"That's my younger brother, ya dumb broad!" Romano growled. He regretted it in a way, suffering a harsh blow to the face. Filipinas let him dropped, a terrified nation cowering as she approached him. Her eyes softened slightly, her eyes confused to the max.

"Why are you wearing a dress?"

"Um…I'm not sure, but Mr. Austria tells me to wear it."

"I'm telling you, those guys are just weird. They make him wear dresses, even though he's a boy," Romano stated, walking over, rubbing his bruised cheek. He leaned over to the side. She watched him stare at her clothes before suddenly reacting. "Wait a sec, what happened to your clothes?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Your clothes, dammit, your clothes! You look half-way dressed!" he yelled turning away, one hand covering his eyes.

"I don't know. I heard you and got pissed, so I ran over in a hurry."

"Wha….Wh-why?" he asked.

"Obviously you were in trouble. I don't like you, but I am not against helping you when you're in a bind," she said simply. That and you scream way too loud, I couldn't gnore it if I tried…

Filipinas tilted her head as Romano turned away again, this time, his entire back to her face. Although she couldn't see his face, the Romano look-alike saw it and smiled. Hints of red were on his face, the elder Italian's brain repeating the words inside of his head. Romano may have noticed this and grabbed his head, trying to crush it. "Ow! Ow, Ow, ow, ow. I'm sorry Fratello! I won't do it again!"

"Hey, there's no need to squish his head."

"Wh-whatever. Just go back to the house already."

"Why don't you do it? I go back and I may have to try on more dresses!"

"Pfft. Like you'd look good in any, she-demon…" Romano snorted. That crossed the line between the two. He had just realized that now as he saw a now, teary-eyed Filipinas and found himself knocked into a tree, a large dent printed largely into the tree as she ran off.

She didn't understand why it was such a big deal about this. She normally didn't care what he thought of her. And yet here she was crying because of the fact he said he wouldn't look good in any of them. A hand caught up to her as she got back to Spain's home. She turned her head. It was the Romano crossdresser.

"Hmm…I'm sorry, Fratello's usually not like that with girls. He's much more kind. I'm not so sure why he said that to you." He said in an apologetic tone. Filipinas sighed and scratched her head. Come to think of it, he was always like that, wasn't he? The only time he was ever kind to her was when he had first met her and when he apologized. Of course he flirted with her as well, which freaked her out at the same time and may have caused this rocky relationship. Why was it bothering her now?

"Italy. We are about to go. Have you said good-bye to your brother?"

"Ah not yet! Let me go do that quickly!"

He turned back to her and smiled. "I'm sure Fratello is just being shy! Please forgive him!" he said. The boy named Italy went ahead and left, catching up to his brother who had just came back to consciousness and saw him being squished again before giving him a hug. Romano looked at her embarrassed and mumbled something she couldn't understand. But she got it a little as his actions showed better than his mumbling voice.