Hello me again ; u ; ~ i've written like 5 chapters as I had no internet so I gave myself something to do so hopefully you stick around to drop a review w~

UPDATE 16/04/13

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Chapter 2

"Potato is sickly.." Spain said to himself sitting by himself eating his dinner that he wasn t really enjoying.

He wasn't sure if it was the potato that was making him feel sick or the pinch of guilt that creep up every now and then. It wasn't so much of saying no to him it was more that he could of said no in so many other ways. suddenly he had lost his appetite. Romano hadn't came down for dinner.

Its not like him not to eat one of Spain s dinners. Even it was something he didn t like he always just ate what he could. He decided to take the dinner up too him. Maybe it might be the wrong thing to do but he couldn t handle little Romano hungry. Taking out all the potatoes in his dinner as he thought it wasn t the best of day to make him eat some (plus he wasn t too keen on it ever) and started to boil some pasta. After the pasta had boiled he put it on the plate along with the salad. A pasta salad?.. Spain thought to himself thinking it seems a bit of an odd dinner but never the less he knew Romano loved tomatoes, olives and pasta so he should cheer up hopefully.. he walked up the stairs and to his room and stood at the door and knocked.

"Romano? Hey can I come in please?.." he waited for an answer but there was none "I m coming in anyway okay? Don t get angry" slowly he opened the door to see a small lump in bed under the covers. He walked over to him and put the plate on the bed side table. "I brought some dinner up for you .."

Romano huffed under the covers..

"I said I didn't want anything damn it.."

"You got to eat something" Spain insisted. "I got rid of the potatoes for you.. And I made you some pasta. .."

he didn't budge Spain was sure he would for pasta. But he spoke..

"Your just like everyone else"..

"Huh?.." Spain asked confused.

"Yeah.. You don t care about me!.."

"No! that's not true roma!" he went to touch him but his mumbled cries under the covers continued

"Yes it is! You only care about my land and the money my stupid grandpa Rome left behind when he passed away.. you don t love me!." Spain eyes widened in realizations. What was I thinking being so cold to him?! Spain cussed himself manly hating himself.. I m supposed to be the country of passion.. And yet I couldn't even explain to him the love I felt for him wasn't romance.

"No, no, no Romano.. I love you very much.." he pulled the covers of Romano to see him curled up in a ball holding a stem of a naked flower. The petals where all ripped off. The petals scattered all over Romano in the ball he laid in. A small patch of wet was near his pillow where his tears had soaked it. Biting his lip he slowly picked up the bundle of petals and a trembled boy and pressed his soaked face to his own shoulder.

"No no.. I m so sorry Romano.. I should of explained to you.. .. he wiped the remaining tears of his red face .. I can t be your boyfriend.. Because I don t love you in a romantic way.. The love I feel for you.. Is unconditional.. Do you know what that means?.."

The younger one held onto his shoulder an sniffled an reply

"yeah well no.. how can you love me but it not be romantic.." Spain smiled well.. he lifted his face of his shoulder and got out his hanky and passed it too him and Romano blew his nose wiped his face ungracefully while Spain went to explain.

"You know how you get me angry sometimes.. When you use foal words, and when you keep wetting the bed, when you don t do as your told, or when you draw on the walls, or make a big mess and not clean it up?.." Romano nodded a little a bit worried at what his going to say.

"hm mh.." he quietly said.

"Well it makes me very angry" Spain said but smiled. but I still love you.. "That s unconditional love.." Romano went quite tilted his head to the side.

"I don t understand?.."

"Hmmm.." Spain looked in the air for a bit to think of a way to explain. "Alright.. Let me try a different way of explaining. Y.. you know lovers right well.. What do they do?.."

"They kiss,.. hug,.. hold hands be in love, and do grown up stuff." Romano said

Spain blushed awkwardly "ehh.. Yeah that s right!"..

"How does he know all this stuff?" Spain wondered to himself.

"But they get married don t they?"..

"si?"

"Right.. So if you got married to a pretty lady and she was a mean and broke all your stuff and shouted at you and she fell in love with someone else? What would you do?." Romano pulled a face "I will dump the bitch!" Language Spain sighed but was too busy trying to cheer him up to be angry. "Yeah me too.. I wouldn't put up with it ether.. But.. With you Romano.. I would.. No matter what you do.. Even if you broke all my stuff and told me you hated me and fell in love with someone and got married.. I will always .. Always love you.. I may not be IN love with you.. But I ll always forgive you.."

Romano looked at him with somewhat understanding expression but still with disappointment. Leaning his head on his chest he started fiddling with Spain necklace that had a cross on it.

"Do you understand Romano?.."

"Yes" he replied

"But I m still hurt.. You turn me down!" Spain started to laugh and Romano pouted whacking him "Its not funny damn it!" Spain composed himself

"ah I m sorry I m sorry.. Aww but I m sure if you ask someone your age they won t refuse.." a small sigh escaped Romano. "Yeah they will.."

Sadly Spain pouted.. "Why would they?.."

"Cause nobody likes me.. They don t even give me a chance.." Spain moved his hair out his face

"you have plenty of time to wait.. When your older.. You will find someone who will give you the chance"

"yeah.. I guess.. ." There was a silent s for a few seconds until Romano craw up to the plate and started to eat the cold pasta.

"Do you want me to heat that?".. Romano shook his and ate most of his dinner leaving a few olives and a bit of pasta as for being tired. He brushed his teeth and his hair and got changed in the bathroom while Spain took out his plate and cleaned the petals of the bed and put the stem of the flower back on the side of the bed.

Romano came out as Spain held a handful of petals. "Poor flower.."

"Tsk.." Romano hissed and jumped into bed and Spain covered him over.

"You know.. You could of kept the flower and given it too some little girl I bet she would of loved it!" Romano turned the other way and yawned.

"Nah ..that flower meant nothing to me.. So it wasn't worth keeping.."

"Awww don t you like flowers then?~~ " Spain asked.

"No" Romano put it bluntly..

"Why did you spend your time looking for one then?" Another yawn escaped his mouth, as Romano tried making his reply tiredly.

"Be...cause I know..you.. Like flo wers.."

"O..oh.." Spain said guiltily .. But leant over and kissed him gentle on the forehead.. "Sweet Dreams little one".. and Spain turned his heel and walked out leaving the door half open for a bit of light.
Romano opened his eyes as soon as he left and looked at the stem of the flower sadly.

"Stupid flower.. Stupid heart getting me into trouble.. I hate this.." Romano closed his eyes falling into a nightmare and still in love with Spain.