"A tiny piece of metal destroys everything."

Italy happily knocked on Spain's front door, hardly containing the joy of knowing that his brother had found someone that he truly loved. Knock. Knock. Knock. Italy wasn't getting an answer for a while until a groggy voice mumbled, "It's open..." from the other side of the door. Confused, Italy opened the door and shut it behind him, only to find Spain on the coach with an ice pack on his head. A hang over. It was only expected seeing as Spain was flirting with Belgium while drunk at a party the other night.

"Does the ice pack help...?" Italy asked as he sat beside his friend.

"You heard...?" Spain replied, his voice soft and gentle. Italy nodded. "Si."

"Not planning on camping out again, are we?" Spain joked.

"No. Nothing like that. Germany and I made up last night." Italy giggled, his cheek turning a bright pink.

"So the birds are flying again, si?" Spain mumbled. "Isn't love grand...?"

"I heard that... that Belgium and the Netherlands are pretty upset with you..." Italy muttered. "And mio fratello, too."

"Yeah... I kinda picked up on that this morning..." Spain muttered.

"You're not going to be coming around anymore... are you?" Italy suddenly asked.

There was a long pause before Spain said anything. "its complicated, amigo."

"Everyone who was at that party is saying that." Italy remarked in a low tone.

"Must be true then..." Spain said. Clearly he wasn't up for talking about it, but right now Italy could care less.

"Was it worth it?" He asked. "What you did with Belgium...?"

"Romano told you?" Spain said, shocked.

"I heard from Germany, since he was there... The Allies had a camera set up... they've been watching us Axis Powers for a while now..." Italy muttered.

"Idiotas..." Spain grumbled, ashamed of himself even more.

"Do you... love him?" Italy suddenly asked yet again.

"WHat? Oh, uh... no... No. It was just a bad night... too many drinks and things got out of hand..." Spain muttered, thinking that the Italian had said 'her' instead of 'him'.

"No. Not Belgium. Romano. Do you really love him?" Italy questioned firmly.

Spain simply nodded. How could he speak? In his mind, he was reliving the entire night. The last few drinks. The flirting. The perverted words and actions. It was too painful. He wished he could redo that night.

"Then how could you do that to him...? Look, I don't know what happened last night but... what you did was... not right. If you wanted to ruin the relationship you and mio fratello had started, then congratulations. It most likely worked." Italy muttered.

Spain shot upward and looked the Italian on the eye. "How did you know that he and I have been sleeping together?!"

"Romano accidently mentioned it to Prussia, who told Germany... who told me. Spain... talk to Romano... please. I'm not mad or scolding you. I'm giving advice. Talk to mio fratello before your relationship crumbles." Italy said as he stood. "Addio, Spain. I hope you can patch things up." At that, the Italian walked out of the Spaniard's home and went to rejoin Germany and Japan.

A few weeks later, Romano received a call from Spain, who wanted to talk. Romano reluctantly agreed and they met the next day to have a discussion on what happened at Prussia's party.

"H-Hola, Roma... I'm glad you came." Spain said, a little nervous.

"...Spain." Romano grumbled.

"Romano, I wasn't trying to hurt you at all... The last few weeks... I wasn't myself. It hurt you that I... that I got drunk an flirted with Belgium and... I'm sorry." Spain aid softly.

"...You're just saying that." Romano grumbled.

"I mean it. I honestly do, Roma. I... I still love you... but I knew that I needed to let you calm down, too... plus everyone's already pissed with me... and your brother even came to my house and had a talk with me about what happened." Spain stated.

"Veneziano knows?!" Romano blushed. "HOW?!"

"You uhm... blurted it out to Prussia by accident and he told Germany, who then told Italy." Spain told him.

"Those BASTARDS! Hahh... I guess... we've both done a lot of things lately that we aren't proud of..." Romano said.

"I... think I've got you beat." Spain said. He finally looked up and noticed Romano looked back at him.

"...Wanna compare...?" Romano said.

"No thanks... but... I just... I don't know what I'd do without you." Spain announced.

"Let's not find out." Romano said, surprising the Spaniard by hugging him. Spain, of course, gladly returned the hug.

Sudden Spain heard footsteps and the sound of footsteps. "Roma!" As he and Romano stood up, they saw Russia with a gun in his hand.

"You think I'd just let you do that to me?! Huh!?" Russia shouted. "You think I'd let you get away with that?! Haha. THINK AGAIN." At that, the Russian began to back up while firing his gun multiple times.

Romano instinctively shoved Spain to the ground, a bullet hitting his shoulder, one barely missing Spain, and one going through a window to a house nearby, of which belonged to none other than Germany.

At Germany's, Italy's younger sister, Alice, was visiting. "So~ Big brother Romano is sleeping with Spain~! Ohhhh ahaaa! This is wonderful!"

"Ve! It is, huh? Although I hope they can patch up their little fight." Italy told her.

"Ja, those two kind of... are on a rocky slope, I guess you'd say. Spain got drunk and started to flirt with Belgium and was acting quite perverted towards her." Germany said from in the kitchen.

Suddenly there was the sound of glass breaking and Alice instinctively ducked to teh gound as Italy ran for the kitchen, where is strong, muscly Germany was.

"Ve! Germa-" Italy stopped as he saw the blonde nation on the ground. "Germany?!"