Authors note: Hiya guys! So, just to let you know beforehand, I have no idea where this story's going. I gave it life, and now it's going to drag me along for the ride. Fun, right? Right. Anyways, on with the show~

Disclaimer- me no owny Hetalia, or supernatural. Just thought I'd throw that in.

Warning- Language.

Lovino groaned as his slammed the door to his apartment and leaned against it. College today was hell. No, it was worse then hell. It was like he had bitch slapped a pro wrestler two times his size, who happened to be the spawn of Satan. Or God. Angels could be terrifyingly vengeful. At least, according to Supernatural. His eyes blinked shut for the moment, and he swayed on his feet. Damn those fucking assholes. They had stayed up until four in the morning. FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE GODDAM MORNING. That was not acceptable, especially since he now had to start on his first day at work in a couple hours.

Staggering forward, the Italian fell face-first on his couch. Keeping up an apartment was harder than he thought, since his grandfather had only agreed to pay half the rent after Lovino had been kicked out of his dorm. In his defense, though, who could leave a pathetic kitten out in the rain? And how was he supposed to know that no animals were allowed in the dorm? Never mind the fact that it was stated in bold on the rules and guidelines. Who actually reads those anyways? Wimps, that's who. Speaking of kittens…

Lovino rolled off the couch, flopping over onto the white carpeted floor before calling out,"Food, come and get it!"

His cat, Micina, rushed towards his owner. She then looked down, unimpressed at the brunette sprawled across the floor. Her lean, white and tan patched body stretched as she leaped onto the Italians toned stomach, kneading her claws into the man's black t-shirt. Loving shot up, yelping, and the cat quickly scurried off him.

"Dammit? What was that for?"

Micina glared at him before mewing plaintively. He had said food, she had expected food. Simple.

Lovino sighed before smiling as he slowly got up and went to the kitchen to fill the kitten's bowl to the brim with chow, his cat following closely at his heels. He crouched down as he refilled the silver bowl, and patted the eager feline. That girl was a handful, that's for sure. She was pushy, annoying, loud, and her bark was way worse than her bite. Frankly, she was Lovino's match. And the only affectionate woman in his life. The Italian ran his hands through his hair. Okay, that was depressing. Like, seriously. He got down from his crouched position when he felt the circulation in his legs being cut off.

Glancing up at the clock, he realized he had about four hours left before work. That was more than enough time to finish his homework and take a nap, right? The brunette was really going to need to be in a tolerating mood for his new job as a waiter, and being sleep deprived wouldn't help. The hazel-eyed man made his way to his bedroom, going down a sleek hallway with plenty of art on the walls.

The Italian's apartment was spacious, with one bathroom, a master bedroom, large living room, and kitchen. It even had a coat closet next to the door. All a bachelor would need to be in nirvana. The home itself had a cozy yet modern look, with many paintings, large windows, and cream walls. The views weren't exactly noteworthy, but there was a park nearby, which was moderately interesting. The furniture was more angled towards comfort then fashion, but it still worked in the end, creating a unique work of mismatched furniture.

Sitting cross legged on his bed, Lovino grabbed his laptop to finish up on his essay that was due tomorrow. Actually, bed was a loose term. The young man had splurged and bought a few to many couches off Amazon. Why? He had no idea. The brunette had been drunk, so sue him. The result was that Lovino didn't need a bed. Since no one else lived with him, he had lined couches against the walls of his bedroom, and in the center were two couches facing each other, with the cushions facing the inside. There were quilts flooding the room and pillows strewn haphazardly about. The result resembled a giant fort children made, or a couch warehouse gone horribly wrong. The point was, he could sleep anywhere there in any position and it would be cushiony and warm. And that was what counted.

An hour passed by, where the only sounds being heard were the clicking away of keys and occasional mewing from Micina. Finally, the essay was done, and Lovino's brain was fried. He put his laptop aside and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

~~~~~~~~TOMATOES~~~~~~~~

A rude knocking on the front door jarred the college student awake. Groaning, the sleep-deprived man rose, pushing aside a rather warm and fluffy red quilt. He haphazardly made his way through the sea of colorful blankets, all the while mourning his loss of comfort. Whoever it was out there, he was going to wring their neck. Feeling a slight sense of deja vu as he slowly made his way to the door, he glared through the peephole, hoping to kill whoever was standing there with his death glare. It didn't work, sadly. Great. Human contact instead of bed.

Not even his brother, who was the epitome of a rainbow-assed social butterfly, would be all smiles and shit in this situation. Tiredly, he unlocked the door, as whoever was standing there would not fucking stop with their incessant pounding. He hadn't see the person, as the had been standing too close to the peephole. Throwing the white entrance open, he stared. Un-fucking-believable. The familiar spaniard waved a cheeky hello. The Italian promptly slammed the door and locked it again with an audible "click". The pounding started up again. Apparently the idiot had now figured out how to use his bronze knocker, because it was five times louder. Fuck.

"Hey, Sēnor Tomate~! Please open the door back up!"

How stupid was this bastard? Honestly, Lovino couldn't comprehend it. "Go fuck off!"

"Aww, but I came all the way here to say hi to my new neighbor! And I brought tomatoes." He said, somewhat dejectedly.

This sparked the younger Italian's interest. He was running low on that delectable red fruit, now that he thought about it. He turned on his heel and cautiously reopened the door, poking his head out of the entrance.

"Tomatoes?"

"Sí! They're homegrown, you want some?"

Lovino opened the door all the way and stepped out, shutting the entrance behind him. No way was he letting this psycho in his house. But the tomatoes, they could stay.

"Okay, talk. You've got five minutes to get through your good samaritan routine before I leave." He said grumpily. He really just wanted sleep, but five minutes of his precious nap time were worth a basket of ripe tomatoes.

Authors note: Wow. Sorry about all this random filler. I promise the real story will start the next chapter. Probably. Anyways, that may not be how you pictured Romano's bedroom, but I've always wanted a room like that, and I'm the author so I say screw it. By the way, Micina is Italian for a female kitten. Creative, right? I just can't see Romano naming a cat something like Fluffy or Stacy. I know this chapter was a bit slow, as I already said, but I sort of wanted you guys to get an image of what everyone's favorite southern Italian's usual home life is. You know, before he officially meets his neighbors.

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