New chapter lovies~~!

Me: Yay –dances-

Romano: -walks in to see me dancing idiotically- What the hell are you doing?

Me: It's my new chapter dance. BE JEALOUS!

Romano: -stares- Well, just... no. Emmy here doesn't own Hetalia, or any of the characters mentioned. She only owns the story-plot and the oc.

Me: ROMANO! Lookie the turtle I found x3.

Romano: T-turtle? –faints-

You couldn't help but kiss back. The man, who you thought would never like you, was here kissing you. Your eyes slipped closed, and you slightly leaned closer to him.

'No! Stop this!' that little voice inside your head yelled. 'What about Feli?' Quickly, you pulled away from him and nearly pushed him off of you.

He looked at you, and you couldn't help but stare back. "Why?" he asked.

"Why what..?"

"Why did you have to choose my brother?" He paused. "He doesn't even know how to handle girls." He spat angrily.

Anger rising slightly you grunted out, "And you do? At least your brother isn't a man whore!"

Romano looked at you again, and you could see that you had just hurt him deeply. You weren't thinking when you said that too him. Hell, it was the first thing to come out as a response.

"So, that's how you really feel about me…" He said and stared at the ground.

"R-Romano. I didn't mean that…"

"Then what the fuck did you mean?"

"i-I wasn't thinking…" You stuttered. "I'm sorry!"

He looked at you again. Tears finally fell from your eyes, and he had to fight the urge to pull you to him and wipe every last one away. Damn you. You made him like this, like a dog on a leash. Damn himself. He should have gotten you when he had the chance.

His fingers twitched slightly before he leaned towards you and wiped the tears away. "Don't cry…" He whispered quietly.

You didn't have to think twice when you cupped your hand over his and made it stay on your cheek. "Something about you Italians makes a girl fall over and over." You whispered.

He smiled slightly at the sight of your hand on top of his, though the smile faded with your next words. "Why didn't you tell me all of this sooner?"

He honestly didn't know the answer to that question. He nibbled lightly on his bottom lip as he thought about it. "I knew you were in love with my brother." He paused for a moment. "I knew you would be better with him. I'm just a selfish jerk who doesn't deserve what he wants."

You brought his hand to your lips. "You aren't a jerk. You deserve so much Lovino." You said, using the name Spain used to call him.

He smiled lightly at you. "Thank you." He whispered.

You smiled. "You're welcome."

He brought his hands around you and pulled you into a tight hug. He whispered in your ear, "I need you."

You had to chock a sob down as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Romano… What about Feliciano?"

He stiffened. "Why does everyone have to bring him up?" he harshly spat. "He gets everything I want and more. It's so unfair."

You played with the hair on the back of his neck. "I know that! But, even you said your brother got me fair and square. Frankly, it's flattering to have to Italians after me, but not two brothers Romano." He said. "I can't take having to hurt one of you for the other."

He grumbled as you pushed your hand into his hair and brushed it lightly, "I used to love when you did this to me." He mumbled. "My brother… You should get back to him." He grunted out and pulled you away. "Get back to him before I do something to you, something I'll regret."

You looked at him, a frown on your face. "Okay Romano…" you couldn't help but lean forward and peck his cheek lightly.

"I'll see you later." You whispered.

"Ciao bello[1]." He whispered back to you, as you scuttled you way back to his brother.

You plastered a fake smile as you took a seat next to Italy. You noted that Germany must have left, for he wasn't at the table anymore, but Spain was still there.

"Romano was here meeting a girl." You lied.

"Ve~ that sounds like my fratello [2]." Italy said as he placed his hand on yours. You jumped slightly at the sudden contact.

Spain watched you carefully. The way you were avoiding eye contact with Italy, the way you seemed to be forcing a smile. He knew then what Romano had done and told you. He could practically read it like a book, but Italy had no clue.

He gave you a sly smile "I should get going. But, Ella come visit me sometime. Romano is always there and I'm sure he'll be glad to see you." You blushed lightly. "And I get so lonely~!" He admitted to you and nearly tackled you in a hug.

"I will Spain." You said and smiled at him.

He smiled back. "I'll be seeing you Ella! Bye Italy~!"

"Ciao [3] Spain~!" Italy shouted as Spain left.

Italy looked at you and asked, "Ve, is something wrong?"

You couldn't tell him what Romano had done. No. "I'm just a little tired Feli."

"It is almost siesta time ve." He stood and pulled you with him. "Let's get going~! Or we'll be late!"

His hand was delicately wrapped with yours as he started towards your house. You mind constantly ran back to Romano, and the moment of passion his kiss gave you. You needed to get him out of your mind, even if it was for a second.

You reached your house fairly quickly. You unlocked your door and stepped inside, Italy right behind you. Once your door was shut fully, you nearly pushed Italy against the wooden door and placed your lips on his. He squeaked lightly, but placed his slim hands on your waist, and pulled you slightly closer. He took a bold move and nibbled on your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth, and let his tongue enter. Curiously, he tapped your own pink appendage, causing a war to be started in your mouths. One of your hands were on the small of his back, the other tangled in his hair. He moaned into your mouth as your finger wrapped around the sensitive curl.

You pulled away and attempted to re-gain your breath. Italy looked at you, eyes opened wide. "E-Ella." He whispered.

"I'm sorry Feli." You mumbled and pulled away from him. "I-I just needed to do that."

Italy closed his eyes, looking more like himself and smiled. "Ve~ I understand!"

The clock behind you dinged, causing Italy to nearly have a panic attack and run to your bed room, stripping his clothes on the way. "Siesta~!"

You blushed, the thought of a naked Italian on your bed rushed through your mind. Cue massive nosebleed here please.

You walked cautiously to your bedroom, tapped the door slightly, making it open even more and peeked inside. Good. Italy had wrapped himself up in your blankets enough that nothing vital was showing. Italy was snuggling into your pillow and drifted off to sleep. Sometimes you wondered what even made you fall in love with him. And with his brother. You swore to whatever god was up there, that if you ever meet another male with the last name Vargas, you were going to move. Far. AWAY. Because the Vargas brothers are enough to deal with.

1-Beautiful

2-Brother

3-Bye