(Note: A reminder that since this is a Romano fic there will be swearing in it so. . . Swearing Warning! If it doesn't float your boat don't read this)

His room was near the end of the hall, room 204. You seriously had no idea why you went to him first since he isn't the most helpful type, but maybe, just maybe he'd be totally friendly for this one time. Besides his colourful language did make you laugh. He always had such a wide vocabulary for insults.

You knocked on the door. Nothing. You sighed and knocked again. Still nothing. You knocked again this time harder, your body trembling. A loud snore came from the room.

"God damn sleeping Italians," you grumbled as you tried the door and to your dismay it was locked. "God damn slightly smart sleeping Italians." With another heavy sighed you belted on the door, hoping you wouldn't wake anyone up. "Lovino! Lovi, wake up!"

"Shut the hell up!" You heard Lovino shout.

"Come on Lovi," you whined, "I really need your help."

You heard a string of curses and insults as he thundered to the door before yanking it open. "What in the fucks name do you want you stupid idiota?" He was dressed in a white shirt with the buttons left undone and tomato patterned boxers.

You were use to Lovino's foul language and had adjusted so you could push insults off to the side just like your Spaniard friend, but you could feel hot tears fall down your cheeks. In less than five seconds you were a crumpling, crying mess.

"Ragazza?" Lovino said not sure what to do. "What happened?"

You shook your head as you sniffled. "Nightmare," you whispered feeling stupid.

"And why did you come to me?" Lovino asked, hesitantly putting a hand on your shoulder. "I mean I am no help, I'm pretty fucking useless."

You laughed a bit and looked up. "Because, I thought you might be helpful," you shrugged before you sneezed.

"Idiota, why didn't you go to my fratello's room? He'd help you more," Lovino said and crossed his arms.

"Maybe because I didn't want to be clinged to," you answered getting a bit more confident.

"So what do you want then?" Lovino asked becoming a bit more irritated.

"I want to bunk with you for the night," you said, clutching the blanket tighter around your shivering form.

"No way in hell," Lovino said, shaking his head. "If you want to bunk with someone go to that bastard Spain's room. The jackass would be glad to help you out. Now good night." He was about to shut the door when you grabbed onto the handle.

"Please Lovi," you begged your eyes began to sting again. "Just this one time. I won't be much of a trouble. Promise."

Lovino looked away in annoyance and sighed. His cheeks were a red, but you weren't sure if it was from anger or embarrassment. "Fine," he finally said and opened the door a little. You ducked under his arms and went inside. "But if you try to cling to me like my idiota fratello then I'll kick you out of the bed!"

"Sure thing Lovi," you smiled and jumped into the bed.

"And don't fucking call me that. You know I hate it," he grumbled as he watched you snuggle into his sheets.

"Okay," you yawned and closed your eyes. "Whatever you want Looooooovino."

You had no idea if Lovino ever made it into the bed because by the time you heard the end of his string of curses you were asleep.

You woke up greeted by a wet patch pressed against your cheek. Damn, you had been drooling during the night. The next thing you realised was that you had drooled on a pillow that you were currently holding. With a yawn you sat up, pillow still in hand. You gazed down and saw the peaceful sight that was a sleeping Italian that was turned the other way.

Lovino looked so much more comfortable when he was sleeping. His face wasn't contoured in anger or frustration or whatever feeling dominated Lovino most of the time. His brows were relaxed, his cheeks were a normal pale colour and he was slack jawed. His hair was spread out messily on the bed with that one curl sticking out, edging you to touch it, but you shook you're head, telling yourself that would seem creepy.

You looked down at the pillow again and realised that Lovino must've put this in between the two of you during the night. This must've meant that you tried to hug him at some point. You gave out a small airy laugh, so he wouldn't kick you out of the bed after all. You decided to try and wake him up seeming it was eight and you were very hungry.

"Lovi," you called sweetly. "Time to wake up." Nothing. "There's a naked lady waiting for you in the bathtub." Lovino stirred a little bit. "Antonio is waiting naked in the bathtub and oh, it's filled with tomato juice." He stirred again. Pouting at your results you decided to up the anti. "Ludwig's planning to get rid of tomatoes and replacing them with potatoes and wurst," you whispered sternly.

And with that Lovino shot up out of bed. "What the hell?" He shouted. "If I ever get my hands on that potato-loving bastard I'll shove one of Arthur's scones down his fucking throat!"

"Woah, hold on there," you tried to calm the angry Italian down. "I was just trying to wake you up. There's no plan for tomato domination so just take a deep breath."

It took a couple of seconds for Lovino to register what was actually happening. Once he caught up he gave you an angry glare. "Why did you wake me up?" He asked clearly pissed. "I was catching up on my sleep that you took away last night!"

"I wanted to get you some breakfast," you said innocently.

"I don't want any fucking breakfast. I want to go back to sleep." Lovino slammed his head into his pillow and stuck up his middle finger. "Get your breakfast, goodnight."

"But," you began.

"No, I want sleep," Lovino yawned. "Good night." You hopped off the bed and walked to the door. "But I could go for some pancakes," you heard Lovino mumble.

You smiled. "I'll be back soon so get in a better mood."

(Turns away from the other and ignores)