I defied my computer ban to write this for you guys, and it's chock-full of Spain and Romano fluff, so I hope you guys enjoy it! I love all you readers and reviewers! I still don't own Hetalia. Why do I even keep putting this here?

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Turning the World Upside Down

Chapter 9: The Three-Step Plan

Hungary woke up early, per usual. She was always an early riser, but when she turned to see America next to her, she always found he had already left. When she, America, and the Italy twins were younger, they had all shared a bed. Italy's grandfather had slept in the other one, but he had died several years ago. It had been a hard blow for Italy, who had more than his fair share of tragedy in his life. His parents had died in a car crash when he was only five, and nobody knew he had any family left. He was shipped to an orphanage, where he met Hungary. Hungary had almost immediately become his big sister-figure, so when Italy's mysterious grandfather had shown up to adopt him, he had adopted Hungary as well. When, a few months later, they found what orphanage Romano had been brought to, they brought him into their family as well. And then, a year after that, Italy had met America as an orphan on the streets, and kindhearted Grandpa Rome had added him as the final member to this odd group of siblings. Rome was really a kindhearted person, and Italy missed him terribly. Sometimes, Hungary could hear him crying at night, whimpering his grandfather's name. She knew he wanted to be alone during those nights, so she would lie awake in her bed and sometimes shed a tear or two herself. Last night had been one of many when Hungary could make out the sound of Italy sobbing from across the hall, but he seemed to be fine now. He was probably at least asleep.

With a yawn, Hungary sat up and stretched, bouncing a little on the bed. She got changed into school clothes and walked into the kitchen to find America in his pink, lacy, heart-shaped apron. "Good Mornin', Sunshine!" America chirped with a beam. Hungary smiled back slightly.

"How long have you been awake?" She asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Since two and a half hours ago," America said cheerfully, flipping a pancake into the air and catching it skillfully on his frying pan. Hungary looked at the clock. It was 5:30.

"You woke up at three?" America grinned sheepishly with a 'why not' shrug. Hungary sighed and began to help him with breakfast. About forty-five minutes later, Italy woke up, followed closely by Romano. Hungary dished out the pancakes, noticing how Italy looked rumpled and his eyes were swollen from crying. She gave him an extra big helping of pancakes, and he looked up at her with a slightly worn version of his sunny smile. She patted his head lightly as she passed, sitting across from Romano.

"Good morning, Romano," she said. Her matchmaker plan was still fresh in her mind, and she figured that she should start the three steps for it now. Romano groaned, bringing another forkful of pancake slathered in tomato sauce up to his mouth. Hungary tried not to gag.

Step one: Jealousy and Realization

"Everyone, I have an announcement! I fell in love yesterday!" She declared. This statement was met with a general reaction of apathy, but she continued anyway. "His name is Antonio, but everyone calls him Spain!" She saw Romano tense out of the corner of her eye and resisted the urge to smirk.

"What do you see in that idiot?" Romano asked, not meeting her eyes.

"What don't I see in him? He's sweet to absolutely everyone, he's intelligent, and he's incredibly hot!"

"He is...?" She heard Romano mumble to himself, before realization dawned in his eyes. "He is."

Hungary kicked America in the shin. 'Say your line!' she mouthed. He winced.

"Are you going to ask him out?" America parroted. He didn't sound very convincing, but luckily, Romano wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Especially when he was half-asleep.

"Of course!" she squealed, acting every inch the love-struck teenage girl. "Today after school!" Breakfast lapsed into a kind of awkward silence after that, and Hungary noticed Romano deep in thought, pushing pancakes around with his fork. She smirked in satisfaction. 'On to step two.'

Step two: Enlighten the Spaniard

Step two involved Hungary tracking down Spain, which wasn't that difficult. She found him once she got to school, watching Lovi hit on several girls at once with an expression that could only be described as forlorn.

"He's quite a womanizer, isn't he?" Hungary piped up calmly. Antonio gave a start when he noticed her, but then looked back at the Italian surrounded by giggling girls.

"Yeah, I guess," he replied, eyes downcast. Hungary smiled sympathetically at him.

"He doesn't really like any of them. Can't you tell?" she asked him curiously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He looked up at her with suppressed hope.

"No. What do you mean?"

Here Hungary let out a giggle. "He likes to flirt, but he's just flirting for the sake of it. Do you know what he's like when he really has a crush on someone?" Spain waited impatiently for the answer. Hungary was enjoying this way too much. "He doesn't know how to tell them, you see. He doesn't know how to react to them to let them know, so he acts violently. You know, punching them, swearing, and hitting them with a frying pan."

Spain froze, a light blush beginning to heat his face. "You don't mean...?" Hungary simply grinned, turning on her heel and beginning to walk away. She stopped when she had walked about a yard, and then turned to smile knowingly at him.

"You know, if you really like him, you should say something. After all, he's not the patient type. And as the no-dating rules are abolished, now is the perfect time!"

"You mean you're the one who gave Austria the pictures?"

She giggled uncontrollably, smiling in false innocence. "See you later!" With that, she skipped off, making a check on her mental list. Now all she had to do was complete step three.

Step 3: Get them together

"Hey, Romano," Hungary wheedled. Romano turned to glare at her.

"What?" he snapped. He had been in a bad mood since breakfast, and only Hungary knew why.

"Do me a favor; go get my bag from the art room."

"Why should I?"

"Well, since somebody has time to borrow my frying pan, he should have time to go get my bag from the art room."

Romano winced. He was definitely going to kill Italy for tattling on him. He groaned and stomped into the room, only to find Spain sitting on a desk, blushing lightly.

"Spain?" He asked, forgetting to be angry in his surprise. Spain waved at him a little shyly.

"Hey, Lovino."

"What are you doing here, bastard?" Spain grinned and Romano raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you so happy about?"

"He's swearing," he mumbled. "Hungary may have been right."

"Hungary?" he said in confusion. "Hungary talked to you?"

Spain responded by putting both hands on the Italian's shoulders and kissing him lightly on the mouth. Romano's eyes widened and he was probably about to shove Spain away before Antonio began running his fingers through Romano's hair, his supple fingers accidentally brushing Romano's long curly strand of hair. Lovino moaned lightly and he leaned into Spain, trembling slightly and clutching at the other boy's jacket. After a few seconds, Spain unwillingly pulled back. His breath was fanning over Lovino's face- oddly enough, they both had tomato-scented breath.

"Go out with me?" Spain asked him. Lovino snapped out of his daze.

"Are you fucking mental?" Romano said with a scowl, his face bright red.

"Please, Lovino?" Spain begged, barely brushing his lips against Romano's. The brunette unsuccessfully tried to suppress his shiver.

"Fine," Romano said, trying to save face. Spain grinned and kissed him full on the mouth again. Meanwhile, Hungary slipped in, grabbed her bag, took a picture with her ever-present camera, then tiptoed lightly out of the room.

Damn, she was good.

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And so, Spain and Romano become the second official couple (right after Seychelles and Japan)! But don't worry! I probably will still put some fluff for them in the story! =D I believe I'm dong America and England for the next chapter, but I'm still not entirely sure. Oh well! It'll come when it comes!