Feliciano looked around. He could have sworn he put his notebook on the shelf but it was nowhere around. "What are you looking for?" Romano asked from his doorway. "Ve~ I can't find my paperwork. Germany is going to kill me if I lost it," Feliciano said. "Che. I want to see that damn Potato try," Romano said scowling. "Help me find it!" Feliciano said beginning to toss things around. "Good luck," Romano said walking away. "Fratello!" Feliciano yelled before getting a phone call. "Ciao~ oh hello Germany." "Italy, I got your paper work. Do you want to tell me why you sent me the recipe to Spanish Paella?" Germany said irritatedly. "Ve? One second," he said running to the book shelf. He pulled out his Spanish recipe book and opened it. His paper work then fell out of the book.

"Sorry, Germany. There was a mistake, I'll be over with the right paperwork tomorrow. Si, I'm sorry. Okay Ciao~" He hung up the phone and bent down to gather the papers. He picked up a page before looking at a small drawing onto a paper. He slowly picked it up and looked at it confused. It was a quick sketch of Romano, it looked as if he was in pain by the way he had tears falling and he was gripping the sheets beneath him in this picture. No, more like extreme pleasure. Whoever had drawn it was a good artist.

Something in the back of his mind didn't seem right. "Oh wait... I drew this," Feliciano said to himself as he stood up. How strange of him to forget that he drew something like this. Why did he draw it? He looked at his paperwork and thought back. How did he mix up a stack of papers with a recipe?

~memory~

Feliciano sat on the kitchen table doing his paper work for a meeting with Germany. "Oi, make me dinner," Romano said walking in. "Sorry Fratello, I'm really busy at the moment," Feliciano said scribbling on the papers. "Fine I'll cook! Where's that cook book?" Romano asked. "The one big brother Spain gave us? It's in my shelf," Feliciano said not looking up from his work.

Romano left and returned before placing the book next to Feliciano on the table. "How does Paella sound?" Romano asked. "I want pasta though," Feliciano whined. "Stop whining you eat it everyday anyways," Romano said looking over the recipe and walking away.

Feliciano took peaks at his brother as he went about the kitchen cooking. It was rare for him to cook but man did he look good doing it. He looked down at his paperwork before realizing he had drawn something. He had been so distracted in his brother he didn't notice he had drawn him in such a vulgar way. He placed the picture underneath the other paperwork and finished quickly. He stood and looked at the food his brother was preparing. "Ve~ It looks good but I really wanted pasta," Feliciano whined. "Whatever, go wash up bastard," Lovino said. Feliciano nodded and went to the table. He picked up the paper with the recipe and shrugged as he placed it down. "Oi, get me a towel, hurry," Romano said and Feliciano did. He hurried to put the papers back into the recipe book and closed it before putting the other papers into an envelope. He then mailed the papers and went back to eat.

...

That's strange. He didn't remember being so forgetful all the time. It started once he became a teen, right? Why is that? He shrugged and got his bags ready.

The next day Italy triple checked his bag before going into his brother's room."Fratello, can you double check my bag?" Feliciano said going to his brother's room. "Huh? Why me? Do it yourself bastard," Romano said returning to his book. "Please. I want to make sure I have everything." Romano groaned and made his way to the suitcase and looked through it.

"Seems about right. How long is the meeting?" "A week. I should be back by Saturday," Feliciano said taking his bag back. Romano hummed in thought before walking away. "Is something wrong?" "No, I was just thinking." Romano gave an uncomfortable look and Feliciano continued to look. "You can tell me." "It's just, that damn Potato always invites you over. Do you think he's gay?" Romano asked. "Ve~ I don't know. Maybe," Italy replied not wanting to tell his brother about their relationship. "Well don't let him touch you. I will kill him," Romano said before walking away.

Italy sighed and looked back at his brother once more before leaving to catch his plane. He wasn't so sure why he felt that way about his brother. Perhaps he was just confused.