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-Emmy.

"Romano, Ella~!" Spain happily said as you got off of the plane. That was possible the longest two hours of your life, and not to mention the saddest. Leaving Italy was like leaving your favorite teddy bear when you were younger. You were going to miss Italy…

You were torn from your thoughts as Spain took you and Romano into a near bone crushing hug. "It's so glad to see you~!"

You smiled slightly and returned the hug, while Romano tensed up slightly. "It's great to see you too Antonio."

"Let's get going~!" He said and picked up some of you bags, gesturing to Romano to pick up the rest. Grumbling, he bent down and grabbed the bags.

You hummed, "Thank you."

"Anything for a beautiful girl, right Romano?"

He grunted out, "Anything for Ella."

You didn't get what he said as you traveled to the street to get a cab. You shifted from each foot, taking note how sore they were. Leaning slightly against Romano you mumbled, "I'm so tired."

He smiled to himself as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. Bending down, he whispered in your ear, "Once we get to Jerk-Spain's house you can sleep all you want."

You smiled as he kissed your neck softly, only to have the moment ruined by a certain…. Ecstatic nation.

"Now isn't that too cute! I always knew you two were going to end up together!" He smiled idiotically.

Suddenly, your shoes caught your attention as a blush scattered around your face. Finally hailing a cab, Spain and Romano sat your bags into the trunk as you slid into the back seat. Breathing in, you closed your eyes and focused on anything but Italy.

"Smile Ella~! You look so gloomy!" Spain said and slid into the seat next to you. Romano slid into the seat on the other side of you.

"Sorry… I'm just really tired." You smiled slightly.

"You should smile because you're back in the searing passion of España!"

You did smile then because Spain flailed his arms around, making him look even sillier. Leaning your head against Romano's shoulder, you looked up at him. Looking down at you, you could only think of how truly… similar he looked to Italy…

"Romano!" you yelled and ran towards the Italian boy. Held close to your chest, was your bunny bear, your best friend, and your secret keeper.

He turned towards you, his eyes closed, "Ella~!" He said happily and smiled.

"Bunny and I were going to have a tea party! Do you wanna come?" You smile hopefully, because your other friend, Eduardo the doggie, had unfortunately gotten "sick" and had to visit the doggie hospital, leaving you with an extra tea spot.

He smile, "I'd love to~!"

Smiled, you grabbed his hand and lead him towards the living room, where the table sitting in the middle was full of what looked like, teddy bears, with tea cups sitting in front of them. "You can sit right here." You said and pointed to the spot next to you. Plopping down, you smiled as he sat next to you.

"Oi Ella! Where the hell are you?" Romano yelled through the home, only to hear you giggle.

Raising an eyebrow, he walked his way to the living room, where the giggle seemingly came from. You were sitting in there, your teddy bears surrounding you…. And his brother right next to you. "Eh?" He shrieked, "What the hell?"

You looked up and gasped. "W-who are you? ARE YOU ROMANO'S EVIL TWIN?"

"I'm Romano damnit!" He yelled back at you.

Looking over to the boy next to you, you suddenly realized that his clothes weren't like Romano's at all, his hair color was lighter and his curl was on the opposite side. "O-oh… Hi Feliciano…" you mumbled, mentally face palming. Looking over at Romano, you only smiled slightly, "You two look to much alike!"

"WE DO NOT!" HE denied.

You didn't notice your eyes slowly closing, or your body falling to sleep quickly. And when the car came to a stop in front of Spain's house, Romano looked down at you. Nudging you slightly, he whispered, "Oi, wake up."

"Nuh!" You moaned and lazily put your hands up. "Carry me?"

Spain smiled, saying, "I'll get the bags… Just, get her into the house."

Romano only nodded as he slid his arm around your waist again, and lifted you up. Your fist instinct was to wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his chest. 'Stupid sun.' you thought as the light banged against your closed eyelids, causing sleep to be farther away.

Arms rubbing against your exposed thighs weren't helping you get to sleep either. Damn you for wear shorts. Walking up the steps to the house, he somehow managed to slide the door open…. Actually, more or less, kicking it open. The first think you noticed was how it smelled like home… And how, even with your eyes closed you could tell where he was taking you.

The familiar squeak of your old bedroom door filled your ears as he slid the door open. The all too familiar fell of your soft bed beneath your body over took you as he laid you down on it. "Get some sleep." He whispered in your ear before kissing your lips softly.

Smiling slightly, you quickly fell to sleep.

Feliciano was hovering over you, smiling. "You're so beautiful ve." One of his hands was in your thick hair, twisting at the already dominate curls; the other hand was by your head on the ground, keeping his upper torso off your body so he could look down at you. "Bella [1]."

You looked up at him and smiled slightly. Half of you wanted this to be real, but the other half knew it wasn't. "Ti amo tanto [2]."

Lord. You felt like crying. "W-why?" You whispered.

"Why what ve?"

"Why are you torturing me like this?" you felt tears fall.

"This isn't torture ve~! Now the things Germany does… That's torture ve~!" He smiled and wiped away your tears.

You could only look up at him before his lips made contact with yours. He mumbled against your lips, "Ma ... se ti piace la tortura posso darvi un po'." With that being said, he hotly put his mouth back on yours.

Lips mashing together heatedly, you couldn't help but feel his hand trail up your thighs to stop at the edge of your shorts.

Whipping down to your ear, he whispered, quite out of character, "Ti piace tesoro tortura[3]?"

His fingers found themselves on your sides, rubbing up and down tantalizingly slow.

Then, you pleaded, 'Let me wake up… I can't take this anymore… This is real torture!'

Your eyes snapped open as you tried to focus on where you were. Purple everywhere. Teddy bears everywhere. You were in Spain. Looking up, you stretched and cursed quietly. Italy had to stop invading you in your dreams like this….

1-Beautiful.

2-I love you so much.

3-But… If you like, I can give you a little torture.

4-Do you like torture darling?