"Fratello, how could you?"Italy puffed up his cheeks and placed his hands on his hips. It was unheard of inItaly's mind. First Romano had argued with a girl, and then he makes her upset and start crying. "She's a girl! You can't just yell at her for no good reason! Ah wait! Please come back!" Feliciano yelled, chasing after the crying nation. Romano just stood there in absolute disbelief.

Romano thought this was absolutely ridiculous. She makes him cry and beats him up, and all she gets is a scolding fromSpain. He makes her cry and suddenly he becomes center of attention with people around him glaring up at him. It wasn't fair! He huffed and puffed and kicked a tree or two. She always was treated special by everyone! Why was it always like this? EvenSpaintook her side whenever he did something wrong to her. Wasn't the bastard supposed to be on his side?

Romano growled, his fists punching the air. "She doesn't act like a freakin' girl and yet when she does she can get away with anything? UGH! I HATE HER!" he screamed out loud, the whole town soon staring at him. When he noticed this, he ran off in a different direction, his face burning a bright red. Why is it always like this? He wanted to be nice, but with her damn messed up personality, he ended up fighting with her anyway! It was messing up his image!

Stopping in front of a small lake, he sat down his head against his knees. Why did everyone take her side? It wasn't fair! He kept up his temper tantrum for much longer than needed; cussing and flailing his arms around till a bird let its droppings onto his shoulder. He growled in frustration, his anger turning towards the bird, then his anger turning to fear as he jumped into the lake, his new target of rants and yelling chasing after him into the water. The bird gave up after a while and left him alone whereas Romano swam back to shore, dripping wet.

He took off all his clothes and wring out his irritation with his clothes, water flooding out, dripping onto the ground. He mumbled and grumbled as he hung his clothes up to dry. It was frustrating for him. Everyone in the entire universe seemed to be against the Italian boy. What the hell did he do to them? All he did was say she didn't look good in dresses! She said to him before she didn't give a rat's ass about what people thought about her and her damned clothes! And yet there she was, being a complete hypocrite by slamming his face into a tree the moment he said that!

After rolling around some more in the dirt, he went back into the water to clear his head and the dirt off his body. Sticking his head out again and his arms and head lying on a rock, he sighed. Maybe this was really his fault…She did try to help him out, and succeeded. And what did he do? He got embarrassed and insulted her. "Nngh…" he groaned. This time, it really was his own damn fault, wasn't it? He sighed, knowing what he had to do next…

If there was thing he hated, it was that he had to admit there was major fault in his part. She went all this way, half-dressed in a hurry to help save him and he just pays her back in the heat of embarrassment. He was feeling guilt now. To be honest, he was lying. Not that he'd say it to her. Most likely she'll slam his face into a wall again if he tried. Only thing he could do now was…Apologize.

By the time his clothes finished drying, he had realized it was getting rather late. It wasn't really dark yet, but it was getting there. He needed something for her to show he was sorry, anything really. Well anything that looked like a decent apology present. It was in his nature to give people, especially girls (even though to him she didn't count as one) a present if he was apologizing. It was really, in a sense, good manners to him to give them something. By the time he found something, Feliciano was already on his way home. He saw him looking back, worry across his face, at someone on the steps of the house.

"…Fratello, please try to be nice," he asked of his older brother, pointing lightly at the person. Romano began to squish his head as before and told him that he knew and to leave him alone already. Feliciano cried a little bit, but quieted when he saw the item clutched in his hands. He smiled at him and hugged him. "Good luck, Fratello…" he wished, holding the Austrian man's hand and walking away. Romano took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. Now onto the next thing…

She stopped crying, but she still seemed poignant. Geez…She chose now to act like an actual girl, to act out like a very cute girl? He shook his head, determined to at least apologize to her face. He repeated what he wanted to do over and over and over, but in the end…He couldn't do it. He walked right past her, mumbling I'm sorry while dropping off a load of flowers on her lap. His face flustered in a bright red color, his eyes turned to the window in time to see Filipinas smiling embarrassedly atBelgiumwho had finished saying good-bye to Feliciano. It really was no fair for her to look so damn cute…

Years later

"Well that's my message for you," said a blonde male with an unusual accent. This one wasn't the one he knew, but a messenger for the real deal. He seemed slightly young for his age, but he was rather big as well. He began to walk next to a British soldier in red, then out through the door when he stopped after hearing the Spanish country say something.

"I see…well…Where is the damned pirate now?"

The boy turned his head to answer but was interrupted by the soldier he came with. "You don't really need to know that do you, Spaniard?" he claimed as he walked out and into the was bumped into and received no hint of forgiveness for the rude action, not that she really cared looked rather troubled today.

"Aye Dios, what am I going to do?" saidSpain to himself. It was 1762 in January; the New Year began for the Spanish country with a disturbing letter. He rubbed his forehead in frustration at what was going to happen now. Seriously did the guy get a kick out of bullying him? And why didn't he just deliver it himself instead of screwing around with his head. Still this can't be good. He'd have to warn everyone quickly.

"Spain. What's wrong?" askedBelgium, her light blonde hair falling over as she bent over the Spaniard's shoulders, a curious look on her face.

"Great Britain just issued a declaration of war against me. What did I do?" he asked himself. He put on an awkward smile as he pats Belgium's head. "Geez, go and get the other countries for me, will you?"

"No problemo," statedBelgium, a cheerful look on her face. She sent a message for everyone to come to the area so that they may hear whatSpain had to say to them. Most of the ones who couldn't make it were the African colonies, butSpain would go and send letters to them if looked around in the household for the two troublesome duo. She found Mexico, a teenage male country, standing high at five feet and five inches, holding a broom in her hand. He gaveBelgium a rather cheerful grin.

"Hola, Senorita Belgium. How are you today?" he asked.

"Hola, hey, have you seen Filipinas and/or Romano?"

He tilted his head upwards. "…No. I think Spain's boss sent them out to get more food supplies."

"Oh dear, is that so?"

"Yup. I can see it now, the two are probably arguing as we speak!"

"Yeah that's what I was afraid of really…" Belgium stated with a worrisome smile on her face.

"Yeah well, if anything, we'll just fill them in when they get back, right?"

"I suppose so. I just hope they aren't killing each other…"

"Ciao, bella. State facendo bene questo pomeriggio?" he said, a charmed looked on his face. The girl whose hand he held blushed a bright pink as he spoke words in a soft, seductive voice. "Se non è un problema, dobbiamo andare a prendere un pasto insieme più tardi?"

She giggled girlishly, a strong look of pleasure and adoring eyes staring at the Italian male. He had grown over the last amount of years, standing around five 'eleven in height. He had grown up, no longer chubby or plump or short and stocky. He wasn't muscular or thin, but he was toned and tanned lightly, a noticeable enough feature for some of the girls to fall over for him. He was doing rather fine and dandy now, enjoying the sight of beautiful girls in the Spanish country and the lovely sites of passion around. True, he didn't likeSpain, but he can't help but notice that the Spanish girls were rather beautiful.

The short-lived flirting and possible date was interrupted with a blow to his head. He fell forward, a rock the size of a fist landing next to him. Romano picked himself up slightly and spotted a smaller girl, only five foot even, glaring down menacingly at him. He couldn't help but start to shake a little when he saw her. She's always scared him, even if nowadays it was rare.

Filipinas. She's been around for a while and like him, she's also grown. Except if it wasn't for her hair and small breasts, no one would remember this person was a girl. She was carrying five bags of stock and groceries in her hand, obviously annoyed and agitated at the Italian male. Long length black hair tied up into two pigtails, falling over her shoulders down to the top of her thigh. She wore a green shirt with tied up sleeves and brown shorts that went down to her knees. Her brown boots made its way to his face as she walked over and began to crush his skull into the ground. "We're here for groceries, not dates."

"You know, can you for once just not try to break me?"

"Maybe if you don't act like a damn flirt all the time we wouldn't have this problem, hmm?"

"Oh, really? If you're jealous, then say so."

"Oh who'd be jealous of you?" she asked, taking her foot off his head. She dropped two bags next to him and started to walk away. Romano grabbed the bags and ran next to her, his face sulking.

"Apparently you," he told her before he got pushed into a tree again for the fifth time today. It was always like this. Except wasn't that painful as it was back then. He was pretty sure she's been going easy on him now. There were only slight pains, but nothing that exceeded a bruise. She seemed to have been calming down a lot over the last few years. It was finally going away physically, but she often picked on him verbally now. Still, most of the time, the insults were rather harmless and childish. It was only when she was really pissed, like now, that it was hurtful.

It was a fairly normal day for the two. She and him began fighting then, in a sense he supposed, the two were sent out to receive items for food and supplies, but really, they just wanted the two to take it outside and leave them alone. It was annoying, but he could get it. Their arguments were getting rather tiresome and they usually lasted only fifteen minutes before quieting down and then a few minutes later, inducing their fight again.

They were just right nearby the porch when a blonde figure walk away from the area. Romano felt himself immediately tense up when he saw that blonde hair and bushy Britain…He was the one who knockedSpainoff his high throne in the late 1500s. He was rebellious and dangerous that's for sure…

"Oh hello, Mr. Britain, are you doing well?" asked Filipinas

Romano couldn't help but scream girlishly in his head when he heard Filipinas say that to him. Was she insane? This guy was dangerous! He had an eye patch and everything! Yet here she was making light conversation with him. He hated it! She was nice to everyone but him! He was about to march off in a fit again before noticing a disturbing look in his eyes. He didn't like it and when he saw the British country approaching her, he stepped in, partially out of worry and partially out of jealo—never mind.

Filipinas and the taller male couldn't help but be taken aback by his sudden actions. It was unusual to see him not hiding behind someone when someone powerful was around, especially withGreat Britain. Yet here he was, standing between the man himself and the smaller island. Even though he shook, he stared up at him, making up a glare of some sort to try and intimidate the British man to leave. Filipinas stared at Romano in disbelief and shock. She was both impressed and annoyed, but stayed silent as he began to speak.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice loud and slightly shaking.

"My, my, you've grown as well, Little Italian…" Great Britain folded his arms and stared back with a calm face, a smirk curling to his lips. "No need to worry, Little Italian, all I am doing is giving her a present."

"What kind?"

"Hmph, you're a little nosy," stated Britain, his eyes showing a dark glare at the Italian. He then held out small bouquet of snapdragons for her to take. "All I want is to give her a little flower." Britain smiled politely at Filipinas in which she gently pushed Romano aside to receive the strange and rather confusing gesture. Even she couldn't help but wonder about this gift herself, but since it was Britain, she'd take it without question.

"Um…Thanks I guess," she stated, the gift being placed gently in her arms. She smiled at him awkwardly, but none the less, took it. Although now she had wondered why he had came here now, she kept quiet not wishing to call him out on suspicion. After curtsying to him, he leaned downwards and kissed her cheek. Romano and Filipinas both jolted, their faces simultaneously turning red. He knelt in front of her and took her hand. "I will see you around, my princess…"

Romano couldn't take it anymore. He didn't care if he was probably much more weaker than him, he wasn't going to have him touch Filipinas like that right in front of him. He went right up to him and attempted to kick him, only to be dodged and almost hit if the two weren't interrupted by someone. A blonde male ran up to him and smiled. "I turned in the letter, Mr. Britain! I don't think he was rather happy receiving it though..." he spoke to him before they had a chance for each other to beat themselves in. Britain smiled fondly. "Yes, good work, America" He stated to the taller male.

He saw Romano approaching him again and so Britain reached out for the gun in hidden within his coat, before Filipinas took this chance to grab Romano before he got beaten up by the British nation. "H-hey! Let me go!"

"Well, uh, thanks for the gift, Mr. Britain. You have a wonderful day now!" she stated in a hurry, covering Romano's mouth with her and running off away with him. Once they were inside the household she placed down the bouquet and pinned Romano against the wall. "Okay, that had got to be the stupidest thing you've ever done!"

"Oh really? And you being charmed by the guy was? So I get stabbed for flirting and yet when he does it, he just gets a thanks! I don't think that's fair!"

Filipinas scoffed and rolled her eyes. "And interrupting a conversation is? I don't think you get what's going on. He's just trying to be nice!"

"I'm telling you there is something wrong with this guy this time! He's up to something and I bet it's no good!"

"Oh you're just being a paranoid little prat! There's nothing wrong with him! He's being a gentleman unlike a certain person I know who just had to interrupt!"

"Are you saying I'm not a gentleman? Well maybe if you acted like a girl I'd be one!"

"Maybe if you left me alone and did your work like told I would act like one!"

"Filipinas, Romano…" called out someone from another room.

"WHAT?"

Spain was standing at the couch staring at the snapdragon bouquet. "What's this?" he asked, picking up and observing the flowers. Before she could answer, Romano blurted it out.

"Filipinas accepted a gift from the English Bastard."

"Oh yeah, be obvious why don't you?"

They both began glaring at each other again before noticing Spain had a really troubled and fearful look in his eyes. Both calming down, Filipinas walked over to Spain and placed her hands on his back. "Kuya Spain, what's wrong?"

"…Come with me." Spain grabbed her wrists and pulled her into his office. So this is his plan…