Spain woke up the next day with a headache and a loud groan. He opened an eye and looked blearily around. On one side, he had France's stomach, and the other Prussia's leg. The three of them had collapsed into bed and fallen asleep, the way they always did after a night of drinking. He sat up, shoving Prussia's foot away and glancing around. "Heh, this isn't Prussia's room," he mumbled.

"Nein, it's not," Germany muttered darkly from the nearby desk.

Spain smiled at him. "Whoops," he mumbled. "Sorry, mi amigo." Germany ignored him and continued working on the pile of papers on his desk, resisting his urge to glare darkly up every few seconds.

Spain yawned and nudged Prussia's leg. "Prusia, despiértate," he mumbled. Prussia didn't stir. He turned toward France and prodded his stomach a few times. "Hola, Francia, te necesitas levantarte ahora."

France rolled over and wrapped his arms around Spain's head. "Oh Angleterre, you tease…" he murmured, burying his face into Spain's hair.

Spain pushed him out of the bed. France jerked awake. He climbed to his feet. "Bonjour, mon ami," he mumbled. "Pourquoi…?"

"You were talking in your sleep again."

"Ah." France shoved Spain and Prussia out of the bed. Gilbird awoke with an indignant chirp and flew into the air. "Well, good morning Spain," France yawned. He sat down on the bed. "And good morning, Allemagne!" He greeted Germany. Germany glared at him and he quickly shut his mouth.

Spain stood up. "So France, let's get going! ¡Vamos!"

France stared blankly at him for a few seconds. Then he smirked. "Oh right! We can't keep our Romano waiting, can we~?" He walked over and glanced down at Prussia. "Prussia. Prussia, wake up." Prussia snored loudly. France scowled at him and kicked his stomach. "Prusse!"

Prussia flinched. "Ooooowww…" he groaned. Gilbird fluttered back onto his head. "The hell that for…?"

"Get up. We're 'eading to Italy!"

…

Ding dong

Romano heard the doorbell ring from his room. He shut his eyes tighter. "Damn it," he muttered. "Damn door with its stupid bell waking me up this damn early." He glanced at the clock. It was almost noon. He pulled the blankets over his head with a scowl. "Well, early for me."

Ding dong

Romano groaned. "Veneziano!" He shouted. "Get the door!" He knew his brother was still asleep, but hell, he wasn't gonna get the door. "Veneziano! Wake up!"

"B-But fratello, I'm tired…" he heard Italy mumble weakly from next to him.

Romano yelped and sat up. "Why the hell are you in my bed?" He demanded angrily.

Italy glanced sleepily up at him. "Well since I couldn't go to Germany's house last night I decided I wanted to sleep with you!" Italy smiled at him. "You had already fallen asleep, so I figured it'd be okay!"

"What? No! Get the hell out of my bed!" Romano kicked his brother, smirking slightly as he heard a loud thud and a yelp. "Well, now that you're up, you can answer the door." Romano lay back down, drawing the covers over his head.

"But Romano, I'm sooo sleepy!" Italy protested weakly.

Ding dong

"Don't care," Romano replied. "Get the door."

Italy sighed and stood up. "Okay," he mumbled dejectedly. He shuffled out of the room and down the stairs.

Romano sat up slightly, trying to hear the who was at the door. Who would want to talk to them at such an unreasonable hour? Well, Romano thought it was unreasonable.

"Oh, ciao!" His brother's happy voice carried all the way up the stairs.

"Bonjour Italy! 'ow are you today?" Romano bristled slightly upon hearing France's voice. Of course, his least favorite person in the world would've woken him up. Well, second to the potato. Romano buried his head deeper into the pillows. Make him go away… he thought bitterly.

"Did we wake you or something?" There was Prussia's voice, not nearly as annoying as usual. He sounded fairly hung over. Romano smirked. Served the albino potato-bastard right.

"Yeah, I just woke up! How did you know?" Italy asked.

"Well, you usually sleep naked, don't you? Kesese~ Pretty awesome, by the way—"

"VENEZIANO YOU IDIOT!" Romano suddenly burst furiously out of his room. "When you answer the door for perverted jackasses like these you're supposed to put some pants on before they—!"

Suddenly, as he reached the first step, he slipped and stumbled forward. "CHIGIII—!" He yelped as he tumbled forward, falling head over heels down the stairs. Then with a thud, he fell into Spain's arms.

"Romano! Are you okay?" Spain asked, hugging Romano to his chest with a worried look on his face. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"—I-I-I-I—y-you—h-h-huh—" Romano tried to speak, but found all the words jumbling together in his throat. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears. And maybe he could also hear Spain's too, now that his head was pressed against Spain's chest. He felt all the blood rising to his face. He couldn't move.

He finally managed to snap out of it when he heard Prussia suggesting mouth to mouth.

"N-No! G-Get off me you bastard!" He tried to shove Spain angrily, instead stumbling backwards and tripping, landing on his back with a thump. "Ack," he yelped.

"Romano!" Both Spain and Italy cried at the same time, bending over to see if he was alright. Prussia and France were snickering silently behind them. Italy bent over and grabbed Romano's arm. "Romano, are you okay?"

"Fine," he snapped, his face still burning. "I'm fine. Get off." He yanked his arm away. He crossed his arms and glared at the Bad Touch Trio. "What the hell did you bastards want?" He demanded.

France gave him a smirk. "Actually, we wanted to talk with you!"

Romano looked at them for a second. Then he turned. "I'm going back to bed," he decided.

France and Prussia grabbed his arms. "Oh no, we insist!" They said simultaneously, dragging him into the next room. Spain and Italy followed after him.

"Hey! Get off! Bastards!" Romano yanked his arms away roughly. "Fine. What do you assholes want?" He sat down on a small couch. Spain sat down next to him, his ever-present smile returned to his face. Romano swallowed and edged away from him. Why the hell do I keep getting so nervous, damn it? He wondered frantically.

France and Prussia sat down on another couch nearby. France looked up at Italy. "Oh Italy~! Why don't you take a seat next to big brother France?" He patted the spot next to him, hungrily staring at Italy's naked body.

Italy smiled blithely at him. "Okay!" He skipped over and sat down.

"Veneziano!" Romano snapped quickly. "Put some clothes on!"

Italy looked over at him. "Why?" he asked innocently, oblivious to the stare France was giving him. "You're in your underwear!"

Romano stiffened and glanced down, realizing he was only wearing a pair of boxers. He blushed harder and scooted to the very edge of the couch, away from Spain. "T-That's not the point," he replied hastily. "I-I mean, at least, at least cover yourself up with a blanket!"

Italy sighed. "Okay Romano." He leaned down (France of course leaned closer) and pulled a blanket out from beneath the couch. Then he draped it over his shoulders. "There we go! Ve~"

"That's not what I—Oh never mind." Romano crossed his arms. "What the hell did you people want to talk about?"

France looked up. "What? Oh yes, uh, well we wanted to talk with you about your love life!"

Romano blinked, confused. "Uh…why is that…?" He asked slowly.

Prussia laughed. "Well you don't have one! Kesese—!" Romano glared at him and Prussia paused. "What's with that look?" He asked indignantly. "We feel sorry for you! We're just offering our help!"

Romano scowled. "Excuse me?" He looked incredulously from Prussia to France to Spain. "You're joking, right? Are you idiots? I don't need help with my 'love life' or whatever it is you want."

"And zat is where you're wrong," France replied with a grin.

Spain looked over at Romano. "Come on, Romano. We just want to help."

Romano scowled. "Why the hell do you idiots think I need help with my love life?" He snapped.

Spain scooted closer to him and patted his arm. "Well, you just seem so lonely! We thought that if we helped you find someone you'd feel better!"

"Yeah," Italy piped up. "Romano always seems so angry when me and Germany are together! I bet he's just lonely!" He smiled at Romano.

"Or maybe it's because my brother is dating a steroid using potato," Romano retorted. "A-And will you stop that?" He snapped at Spain, yanking his arm away.

Spain looked at Romano. "Romano, please, we just want to help," he said gently.

Romano glanced away quickly, his face getting warm again. Damn it, why are his eyes so beautif—s-stupid! He corrected himself silently. Stupid! His eyes are stupid! Chigi! "…F-Fine, bastard," he mumbled. "Whatever. I guess it couldn't hurt or anything."

"R-Really?" Spain perked up, his eyes shining. He smiled. "Great!"

Prussia and France exchanged looks, clearly surprised. Spain didn't notice of course. He looked up at them, still smiling happily. Then he noticed out of the corner of his eye Romano leaning away from him. "Romano, what's wrong? How come you're sitting way over there? There's plenty of room on the couch!" He leaned over and pulled Romano closer, draping his arm around his shoulders. Romano stiffened.

Prussia grinned slightly, leaning back on the couch. "So, Romano, you got anyone you like?"

Romano glared at him, still feeling his face burning. "The hell I do," he snapped quickly.

Prussia held up his hands. "Just askin'." He smirked again. "So, do you like girls or guys?"

Romano stared at him, horrified. "E-Excuse me?"

"Well come on, you 'ave to like at least one," France insisted, a devious smile appearing on his face. "Or per'aps you like both!"

Prussia scowled up at him. "No, I heard there are people who don't like either. Aren't they called 'asexuals' or something?"

France shook his head. "Zat it ridiculous! You 'ave to like one or ze other, at least!"

"Nein, I heard this stuff on the internet!"

"Oh, oui, zat automatically makes it true."

"Come on, it's a real thing! Like that sexomnia crap you keep telling me about!"

"Zat is an actual medical condition zat you 'ave no right to—"

"Guy!" Spain called. The two of them looked up, startled. "We need to focus here. ¿Por favor?"

"Kesese, if that isn't ironic—"

"Now Romano," Spain continued, turning toward the mortified Italian sitting next to him. "Do you like girls or guys?"

"I-I-I-I-I…" Normally Romano would've said girls immediately. So why couldn't he speak? Maybe it was those damn eyes…

"What's wrong Romano?" Italy asked, sounding confused. Then a thought occurred to him. He gasped "Romano, we'd all still love you if you're gay!" He shouted loudly.

Spain gasped too. "Romano, how could you think that we wouldn't all still love you? You can tell us anything, we promise Romano!"

"W-What? I-I never said I was—" Romano was starting to panic. "Will all of you idiots stop jumping to conclusions—?"

Spain suddenly hugged Romano tightly. "We accept you, Romano! We accept you!" He seemed like he was going to cry.

Romano cringed, feeling his face heating up again. He took a deep breath. "F-Fine, fine y-you accept me. Whatever. Get off." He pushed Spain back nervously. "I-If I said both, would you stop freaking out…?"

"It's okay, Romano." Spain patted his shoulder soothingly. "It's okay…"

"'ow touching…" France muttered, looking amused. "Now, Romano, is zere anyzing zat you like in a guy?"

Romano rolled his eyes. "Uh, sure, whatever," he mumbled. Then he paused. "W-Wait, I said both. Why do you automatically assume—?"

"So what kinds of guys do you like?" Prussia said with a grin. He glanced over at France. "Maybe he likes brunettes."

Romano stiffened slightly. "What's that supposed to—?"

"You know, Prussia, zat could be it," France replied, pretending to look thoughtful. "Or maybe 'e just likes green eyes."

Romano's eyes widened.

"Or tanned skin?" Prussia suggested.

"Maybe someone muscular~?"

"Or even—"

"B-Both of you shut the hell up!" Romano yelled feeling his face heating up. He couldn't help but glance over at the Spaniard sitting next to him. With his tanned skin, beautiful green eyes… S-Shit what the hell am I thinking? He thought, quickly turning away.

"Ve~ I bet Romano would want someone with tomatoes!" Italy put in, innocently swinging his legs back and forth.

"Kesese, yeah, someone with a pair of big, juicy tomatoes…"

"I-I said shut up!" Romano yelled louder.

"Romano looks just like a tomato~!" Spain said as he leaned over and started poking Romano's cheek affectionately, oblivious to Romano's discomfort. "Look how red his face is! So cute~!" He gave Romano a hug.

France sighed. Prussia rolled his eyes. "This isn't working, France," Prussia muttered accusingly. "Not awesome."

France sighed again. "Well, I guess we're going to need to use a different tactic zen," he whispered back.

"Ve~ what are you to whispering about?" Italy whispered to them, leaning over France.

France smiled at him. "Oh we were just discussing 'ow cute you look!" he replied. "'ere, why don't you sit on big brother's lap~!" He pulled Italy into his lap. Italy gave a little 've~' and settled comfortably into France's lap.

Prussia rolled his eyes. He looked over at Spain, who was still hugging Romano. Whose face was still bright red… Prussia suddenly sat up and stared at him, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Hey France," he whispered quickly.

France flinched and drew his hands away from Italy, glancing up nervously. Prussia grinned at him. "Follow my lead."

Prussia cleared his throat loudly. "Oh, jeez, Romano, you don't look so good!" He said, his face suddenly full of mock-concern.

Spain and Romano both looked up. "Huh?" They both said.

France smirked slightly. "Oh yeah!" He said. "Look, Spain, doesn't 'e seem redder zan usual? Romano, are you feeling alright today? Are you feverish at all?"

Romano blinked. "I feel fine, bastard."

Spain frowned at him. "Romano, don't lie to Boss Spain!" He chastised, waggling his finger. "Are you feeling okay?" He felt Romano's forehead. "You do seem a little warm…"

Romano glared at him and the other two of the trio. "I feel fine, you sons of bitches!" He snapped, pushing Spain away from him.

Prussia stood up. "We should take his temperature!" He declared.

France grinned at him. "I 'eard ze best results are from taking 'is temperature rectally~!" He called.

Prussia grinned back at him. "Awesome idea, France!"

Romano stiffened. "W-WHAT? He yelped, scrambling to his feet. "No way in HELL!" He glared at all of them. "I am not sick, damn it! A-And I don't need my—my temperature taken!" He crossed his arms angrily, clenched his teeth, and tried not to blush even harder.

"But Romano, what if you're sick!" Italy protested.

Spain nodded. "Sí, I don't want my little tomato getting sick!" He stood up. "I'll go get a thermometer and—"

"NO! F*CK YOU, YOU STUPID BASTARD!" Romano shouted. "LEAVE ME ALONE! GO TO HELL!"

Spain sent him a disapproving look. "Romano, ¿por favor? I just want to help! If you could just—"

"SHUT UP!" Romano snapped. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Prussia smirked. "But Romano, we just want to help!"

France nodded. "Oui, we're just trying to 'elp our poor friend!"

The door opened. "Italy! Are you awake yet? I heard my bruder was going to head here and—" Germany strode into the room and froze, seeing Italy sitting in France's lap. Naked.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" He screamed.

France and Italy both yelped. France jumped to his feet, causing Italy to fall onto the floor. "O-Oh, bonjour Germany! I-I was just—"

"GET OUT!" Germany bellowed furiously.

France whimpered and sprinted out of the room.

Prussia laughed. "Come on West, you don't need to—"

"I'll strangle you too. Leave."

Prussia blinked. Then he gave a nervous laugh. "J-Ja, well, I-I'll just get going now…" He slowly backed out of the room. "Come on Spain…"

Spain nodded. "Okay!" He turned toward Romano. "I hope you feel better Romano!"

Romano glared at him. "I was never actually sick you stupid ba—"

Spain leaned closer and kissed Romano's forehead. "Feel better!" With that, he turned and followed his two friends out the front door.

Leaving Romano frozen in place, his face burning bright red.

Prusia, despiértate ~ Prussia, wake up (Spanish)

Hola, Francia, te necesitas levantarte ahora ~ Hey, France, you need to wake up now (Spanish)

Angleterre ~ England (French)

Jeez, this story is taking forever for me to write! Oh well, I don't think it will be all that long. Okay, it might. Dunno. Sorry it's taking forever!