The door slammed shut behind Romano. He yelped and spun around. "You bastards!" He screamed. "Let me out!"

He could hear them snickering outside. But then they were gone. It was quiet.

Romano stood there, wide-eyed. "…h…h-hey…" he stammered slowly. "…HEY!" He started pounding on the door. "YOU BASTARDS! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! OPEN IT! I SWEAR TO GOD!"

There was an eerie silence on the other side of the door. Romano stood there. Nothing happened. They were gone. He was…alone.

He swallowed nervously. He was in Spain's room.

…shit…

He closed his eyes tightly. He was alone. With Spain. He swallowed, his breath feeling shallow. He turned around slowly, cracking his eyes open. It was a fairly large room. There was old, ornate wooden furniture. Spain had hardly bothered to redecorate his room since the days he was Romano's guardian.

Romano could see himself as a kid, nervously sneaking in to wake the idiot up. To ask if he could stay for a while. Or the night.

And Spain would always smile sleepily at him. And sit up to pick the little boy up. And hold him close, and tell him that everything was okay. That there was nothing to be afraid of. That he would protect him. And Romano would always drift off to sleep…

Romano shook his head furiously. He started frantically scanning the room again. There were old desks and lamps and all kinds of useless things the moron would hold onto. There was even an old fish tank on a table, with a small turtle tucked into its shell. Romano scowled at it and glanced away.

The room was silent. Well, almost silent. He could hear someone's soft breathing, coming from the large bed on the opposite side of the room. He crept forward, silently, softly. W…What am I supposed to say to him? He wondered frantically, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. What do I do? He took a deep breath.

"…h-hey…hey Spain…" He whispered, finding that was as loud as he could farce himself. "S-Spain…h-hey, listen, I—"

Spain gave a loud snore.

Romano froze. "…S-Spain?" Spain didn't answer. "Spain?" Still nothing. Romano glared at him. "You…You stupid bastard! Are you seriously asleep you idiot?"

Spain mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over. Romano glared at him. But he felt himself relaxing slightly as he stared at Spain. His face looked so calm in his sleep. For once he wasn't smiling that goofy smile of his. His face was just…serene…

Romano slowly sat down on the edge of the bed his eyes fixed on that beautiful face. "You…you're a bastard, you know that?" He mumbled. "A stupid…idiotic…" He trailed off, turning away and staring off into space.

"…why?" Romano asked quietly. "Why do you…do this to me? Why do I always…?" He stopped. Then he buried his face in his hands. "…w-why?" He whispered, feeling himself start to shake. "Why does this keep happening to me? W-What the hell is wrong with me? E-Every time I…I see you and…and I…I just…I can't…this damn pounding in my chest and…and it…doesn't matter does it?" He felt a soft sob escape. "You don't…you don't…love…"

"R-Romano?"

Romano stiffened, his blood suddenly ice. Slowly, he turned around.

Spain stared up at him, wide-eyed. For once, his face was bright red. "R…Romano?" He asked again, as if he couldn't believe that he was actually there. He tentatively reached his hand out, brushing his fingertips against the Italian's cheek.

Romano stared at him. Then he screamed.

"Y-YOU STUPID BASTARD!" He screeched, leaping off of the bed and stumbling backward. He smashed into a table and tumbled backward, hitting the ground hard. He yelped.

Spain was on his feet. "Romano—"

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" Romano screamed, scrambling back to his feet and backing against the wall. "LEAVE ME ALONE! I HATE YOU!"

"Romano, wait, please, I need to—"

"NO!" Romano bellowed, tears still streaming down his face. "NO! NO NO NO! GO AWAY! DAMN IT YOU WORTHLESS—"

Spain grabbed his arms and slammed him against the wall. "ROMANO!"

Romano froze, his mouth still hanging open. Spain stared at him, looking almost as surprised as Romano felt. "I-I'm sorry Romano, I…I just…" He loosened his grip, letting his hands rest on Romano's arms. "P-Please stop."

Romano closed his mouth quickly. "G-Get off of me," he protested weakly, trying to push Spain back. "…bastard…I…"

Spain leaned closer. "Romano…" he whispered. Romano stopped breathing. "Escúchame, Romano, por favor. Sólo por un momento. Only for a moment…"

Romano found his voice again. "I-I don't have to listen to you, bastard," Romano spat back. "Especially when you're rambling in Spanish—"

Spain's hand pressed against his cheek. Romano glared and tried to push him off. "A-And will you stop doing that?" He snapped.

"Romano…" Spain murmured. "I…I'm so sorry…"

Romano cringed. It was like another stab to the heart. He shoved Spain backward. "Yeah, you mentioned that," he hissed back venomously.

Spain shook his head. "Not for kissing you."

Romano paused. He stared at Spain, confused. "You're…not?"

Spain smiled at him. "Nope," he replied, walking back over. "I'm just sorry for being so stupid about it!" His hands came up to Romano's shoulders, gently tugging him forward. Romano stiffened looking down at his hands.

"W-What're you—?"

Spain leaned in close, cutting him off. Romano felt his face catching fire. Spain smiled at him. "So…as an apology…"

And suddenly, his lips were against Romano's.

Romano couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. Everything had gone blank. All he could think about was the feel of Spain's lips, melding against his own. And Spain's arms, winding themselves around his waist. And his own heart pounding out of his chest.

Spain's hands drifted higher, gently running his hands through Romano's hair and across his back. Romano mewled slightly, leaning closer, closing his eyes tightly, never wanting this moment to end—

I was just trying to help you, Spain's voice echoed in his head. You know, demonstrating…

Romano froze. Then he shoved Spain backward. Spain stumbled back, startled, face just as red as Romano's. "R-Romano?"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Romano yelled. He ran, shoving past Spain and to the door. "LET ME OUT OF HERE! I CAN'T DO THIS! G*DDAMNIT!" He smashed his fist against the door. "L-Let me out…" He pressed his forehead to the door. His knees felt weak, and he slid down. "S-Shit."

"Romano!" Span sprinted over and bent down next to him. "Romano, what's wrong? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset, por favor, don't cry, I'm so sorry!" He wrapped his arms around the Italian's slim shoulders, pulling him against his chest. "I'm sorry…"

Romano flinched and glared up at him. "Why do you keep doing this? It…I don't need help. I…I'm…None of this is real. You just…you don't care. This is just some sort of stupid joke to you."

"Romano, that's not true!" Spain protested.

Romano tried to shove him off, yelling furiously in Italian. "Stai zitto, bastardo! Ti odio! Cazzo—"

"Romano, I love you!"

Romano froze. Blinking, he slowly looked up at the bright green eyes staring down at him. "W…What did you say?" He murmured softly.

"Romano…" Spain reached up, tangling his fingers into Romano's hair. Pulling him closer, he rested his forehead against Romano's. "Romano, I love you. I'm…sorry I didn't realize it earlier. But this isn't a joke to me. Not at all." He smiled weakly at him. "So…so don't be upset, alright mi tomate?"

Romano stared blankly at him for a moment, his eyes huge. He looked away. His stomach had twisted into a knot. "You…You what?" He repeated. He looked back up at Spain. "Y-You…" He paused. Spain's eyes were boring into his, and Romano turned away, face getting even redder. "N…N-No that's not right."

It was Spain who looked confused this time. "Huh? Why?" He asked, tilting his head.

Romano shook his head. "That's not right…I can't…you don't…" He shook his head. "Why would you like me? I mean I…I'm…" He focused his eyes on the floor. "I'm not…cute or…sweet or…nice or anything. I'm clumsy and stupid and…and…"

Spain laughed. "W-What?" Romano glared up at him, and Spain paused, still smiling at him. "Romano, what are you talking about? You're the most adorable person I've ever met!" He kissed Romano's cheek, smiling wider as Romano's cheeks flushed red.

Romano pulled away slightly. "You…You're making fun of me," he decided. "You just like making fun of me. That's all there is."

Spain sighed. "Come on, you know that's not true Romano!" He insisted, hugging the brunette closer.

"Oh yeah? Well…w-well prove it!"

Spain perked up. No sooner were those words out of Romano's mouth than he realized he'd just made a mistake. "O-Oh, shit—I mean—I didn't—this—y-you know what I—"

Spain cupped his cheeks in his hands and kissed him. Romano yelped, startled. It only lasted for a second this time, before Spain pulled back. "Okay! I'll prove it~!"

Romano gaped at him. Then he started flailing about in Spain's arms. "No! That's not what I—get off!" He shouted louder as Spain drew him even closer. "Damn it Spain I—Chigi!" He gave a loud squeak as Spain kissed his neck.

"Romano, I love you," Spain replied against Romano's neck. "I love you and I always will."

Romano was panicking by this point. "S-Spain get off of me! Right now! I-I mean it! G-Get the hell off of me!" Spain kept kissing his neck and cheeks, just grinning happily. "Spain! SPAIN!"

Spain looked up sweetly at him. "What about you, mi querido?"

Romano blinked. "W-What about me?" He snapped.

"Do you love me, Romano?"

Romano bristled slightly. "What?"

"Do you love—?"

"YEAH I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!" Romano spat, face burning. He looked away. "And I…I mean…I just…f*ck you!"

Spain smiled. "Okay~!" He laughed, nuzzling Romano's face.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Spain pouted slightly. "B-But Romano, it was your idea—"

"I HATE YOU!"

Spain flinched. There was a pause, and he turned away. "O-Oh…" he mumbled after a second. "E-Err, yeah, well I…r-right…" Spain pulled back, leaving Romano sitting on the floor. "…o-okay…I…I'm sorry…"

Romano felt himself deflating slightly as Spain just kind of slid back to the other side of the room. Romano grimaced. "W…Where are you going, bastard?"

Spain shrugged. "I-I just…I dunno," he replied lamely, sitting on the bed. Romano could almost see the storm cloud over his head.

He sighed, and stood up, walking after him. "B-Bast—U-Um, Spain, uh…" He paused for a moment in front of the bed. "Listen, were you, uh…you were…you were being serious earlier…?" He managed to ask.

Spain looked up at him, eyes welling up slightly with tears. "Of course Romano! I love you! I-I love you so much I—"

Romano quickly pecked a kiss on Spain's cheek.

It was Spain's turn to freeze, his mouth still hanging open. He stared up at the young Italian, stunned. Romano coughed. "E-Err, yeah, don't…don't look too much into that or anything…I-I just…um…" He focused his gaze on the wooden floor. "I-I just…that doesn't mean a-anything so…but don't cry 'cause…w-well…" he crossed his arms. "…bastard," he finished weakly.

Spain stared up at him. Then he smiled. Then he was grinning ear to ear. "ROMANO!" He jumped to his feet and grabbed Romano, pulling him close and kissing him again, harder this time, still somehow managing to smile more than he ever had in his entire life. Romano, letting out a startled squeak, felt himself toppling forward with Spain onto the bed.

…

It all just felt…perfect…

…

Romano opened his eyes a crack. Hissing slightly at the bright light, he shut them again. "Damn…sunlight…" He groaned slightly. His entire body hurt. What the hell happened…?

Then the night before rushed back to him. He stiffened. Then he shut his eyes tighter. "Shit. That did not happen. This did not happen," he told himself quickly. "I'm going to open my eyes. I'll be back in my own room. Spain is not going to be there. Everything is going to be normal" He waited for a moment, then opened one eye.

He was lying alone in the bed. Romano opened both eyes and looked around, sitting up slowly. "The fu…?" He blinked wearily a few times. Then he flopped back down on the bed. "So…So that was all just a…dream?"

Tap tap tap

Romano glanced up at the small green turtle tapping against the glass. He narrowed his eyes. "Why the f*ck is there a turtle in my room—?" Suddenly he yelped and sat up. This wasn't his room. It was Spain's. "Holy mother f*cking shit this isn't a dream," he murmured. He pinched his arm, just for good measure. "Jesus…" He shook his head. "Spain I—"

He turned. The bed was empty.

"…Spain?" Romano glanced around. "S…Spain? Bastard, where the hell…?" He frowned, confused. Spain was gone.

He'd left.

He'd changed his mind.

Romano stared blankly at the bed. Spain had…he'd been there. He had. He'd told Romano he loved him. But did he just leave? Was Romano that horrible? Spain had left him. He'd…he'd…

Romano stood up shakily, flinching slightly. Then he started faltering weakly toward the door, feeling more tears forming in his eyes. He grabbed the door, wrenched it open, and stumbled out.

And into Spain's arms.

They both froze. Spain looked down at him, still looking sleepy and tousled. "Romano! ¡Buenos dias! Err, I mean, buongiorno! I didn't think you'd be up yet. Look I made you some churros! Did you sleep well? I mean, you looked cute when you slept but—" He stopped midsentence. "…Romano, are you crying?"

Romano grabbed his shoulders, burying his face into Spain's chest. "Y-You idiot!" He growled. "You can't just leave me like that…"

Spain blinked. "Even for churros?"

"ESPECIALLY FOR CHURROS!"

"But I got them for you! And I just went downstairs…"

"I don't care if you were only down the f*cking stairs." Romano swallowed nervously, feeling his face already getting warm. "You're just…you're supposed to…You shouldn't just leave like that. J-Just go to hell!"

Spain wrapped an arm around him, leading him down the hallway. "Okay, how about we snuggle and eat churros at the same time! There, see? I made it all better! Right Romano?"

"You're an idiot."

Spain kissed his cheek. "But I'm your idiot! Riiiight~?"

Romano scowled at him. "Shut up." He murmured, looking away so Spain couldn't catch his smile…

~The End~

…

France and Prussia glanced up sleepily from the couch as Romano and Spain passed by. They couldn't help but grin. "We did a good thing, didn't we?" Prussia asked groggily.

France just smiled back. "Oui, we did," he replied. He sat up. "So, did you two 'ave fun last night~!"

"GO TO HELL!"

Well, here it is. The end! :D Hope you guys all liked it! Wow, it was kinda short huh? Well, thank you all so much for your responces!