Belgium was a very happy girl. For whatever reason, she could always find something good, a silver lining to an otherwise dark cloud. Maybe this is why Romano and Spain liked her so much - to each their own reason respectfully.
"Good morning! Want some breakfast?" Belgium giggled, bursting through Spain's door. He jumped, startled, before smiling.
"Buenos días, Emma," Spain greets in his usual chipper voice, waving the entire time. Belgium waves back, smiling particularly at how he called her Emma. "Where's Romano?" Spain questioned, looking around the room.
"He said something about picking tomatoes. See, you've taught him well, he's getting up at six a.m. just to help you!" Belgium answers, clapping her hands together in happiness. It takes but a moment for what Belgium had said to sink in.
"N-no!" Spain yelped, jumping out of his bed. He ran out the door, ignoring how he was only in his underwear, and ran straight towards the fields. He knew that, despite pretending it was untrue, that Romano didn't really enjoy helping for the most part. Most likely, Romano was out there eating all his tomatoes, wasting all his hard work...Thinking of this made Spain run faster than before.
Skidding to a stop in front of field, he scanned the area for Romano. He was no where to be found, which scared Spain more - what if the tomatoes ate Romano!
"Romano! Romanooo! Lovi-kins? Lovino!" Spain yelled out, cupping his hands around his mouth in hopes of being louder. No one answered. "Uwah! What if my dear little Lovi got lost in the tomatoes! Roman-"
"Shut up, jerk."
Looking down, there stood Romano. In his hands he held a small basket - filled to the brim with tomatoes. Spain was crying tears of joy now, it was just such a beautiful sight for him.
"You're picking tomatoes for me? Aw, how cute!" Spain cooed, pinching Romano's left cheek. In an instant, Romano's fist had made contact with Spain's jawbone, making a loud, cracking sound.
"I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for Mrs. Belgium," Romano stated, blushing madly at what he had just admitted. Oh well, there's no use beating around the bush with Spain anyway.
"Do you have a crush on Emma? Are you trying to impress her?" At this point, Spain was smirking, he was embarrassing Romano so much; revenge was great!
"...Die," Romano mumbled. He stared at the ground, not making eye contact with Spain in order to prevent him saying any more stupid stuff. The silence lasted for a while until Spain turned around and started going back to his house.
"Oh well. Emma is making me breakfast anyway!" A smug smile rested on Spain's face as he waited at the door, fully expecting Romano to come running in. He didn't run though. He slowly walked inside, dragging his basket behind him.
"I'm hungry, too. I think I'll just take your food."
"Nope, I'm gonna have some good pa-HEY!"
Romano had long since ditched the basket of fruit and began running to the kitchen at full speed. He was a little kid and full of energy, so he easily beat Spain to the kitchen and getting breakfast first. When Belgium was turned around, Spain leaned over where Romano was sitting and eating his breakfast.
"Watch it, Lovi. She likes me more," Spain whispered into Romano's ear, his voice sharp and a bit dark sounding. Looking up innocently, Romano silently told him to get closer. Spain, being a loyal friend (read: idiot), did as told.
Cue food immediately being slammed into his face.