A/N: Long chapter to come! I promise!
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
Romano wasn't really sure what these feeling were.
Whenever Spain touched, or talked to, or even looked at the elder Italy twin, Romano's skin got all tingly, heart beating wildly.
"This feeling is starting to really piss me off, I can't get anything done," the dark-haired Italian muttered.
"Did you say something, Roma?" Spain asked, barely noticing his henchman's shoulder's stiffen.
"Nothing, Stupid Spagna," came the usual retort.
Then, much to the Spaniards surprise, Romano rushed out of the kitchen, calling, "I need to go to the bathroom."
Once inside the tiled room, Romano securely locked the door, then turned to the reflection in the mirror.
A nineteen-year-old stared back.
The confused teen started breathing deeply, "It's alright, Romano. He's just an idiot."
Satisfied with the pep-talk, Romano unlocked the door and exited the restroom.
The Southern Italian didn't notice, however, the Spaniard waiting just out the door, ready to be bumped into.
When Romano slammed into his chest, Spain grabbed the other's arms and stared down with intense green eyes.
"Roma, are you all right?" he demanded as the older Italy twin's face burned a violent shade of scarlet.
"F-fine. W-why do you ask b-bastard?" Romano stuttered, face going a deeper shade of red as Spain leaned in to feel the other's forehead.
"You're red as a tomato, Roma!" Spain exclaimed.
Romano spluttered and blushed more for a few seconds until deciding on, "Get off me, bastardo!"
Then the smaller nation was gone up the stairs, leaving Spain to wonder what was wrong with his Roma.