Title: Magical Flowers

Pairing: Chibi!Fem!Romano

Rating: K+ I guess

Romana walked into Spain's room, scowling darkly.

"Spagna!" she cried, jumping onto his bed head first, aiming toward his crotch. "Make me some damn breakfast!"

Spain groaned slightly, pulling the blankets over his face. "Romana, I'm sick," he said. His voice was faint and sounded strange, like maybe his nose was stuffy. Instantly Romana scrambled off the bed.

"D-don't get me sick, bastard!" she cried

"Okay... I won't..." Spain rolled and looked over the side of the bed at her. His eyes were bright with sickness, and he looked sleepy and weird. "Romana... Will you go to the store and get me some medicine?"

Romana hesitated. Should she go to the store? She didn't like doing things for Spain.

But... he was sick, and that meant that he couldn't make her any food.

She rolled her eyes and got to her feet, grumbling all the while. "Fine, you damn bastard. I'll go to the damn store and get some damn medicine, and when you're all better you have to make me some damn breakfast!"

"Okay... mi tomate..."

Romana stomped her foot. "I'm not a tomato!" she said, even as he cheeks grew as red as one. She turned and flounced from the room, her nightgown swishing around her knees.

She went to her bedroom and changed into her favorite dress- which was green and white with tomatoes on it -and tied her hair back in a red ribbon Spain had gotten her.

"Stupid bastard," she muttered under her breath as she tied an awkward bow at the top of her head. Usually Spain tied her bow, but Spain was sick today, and so he couldn't. "What a useless, stupid bastard."

She stomped (carefully, holding the railing so that she wouldn't fall) down the stairs, then dug around in the kitchen drawers for some money and a sword. Or a dagger. Or maybe just a small butterknife, because even that was pretty heavy.

She put the money, the butterknife, and two tomatoes in the pockets of her dress (which Spain had sewn so that they were big enough for tomatoes), then went to the front door, opening it awkwardly before stepping out and closing it firmly behind her. She then turned and marched down the path, humming a little tune that her grandfather had taught her. It was about clapping her hands and getting chocolate. She had even taught it to Spain- only so that he would give her chocolate before bed, of course.

She continued to march as she made it out of Spain's front yard, past the tomato plants, which were taller than she was, and through the iron gate, which was warm with the sun. Past that was a forest with a path leading through it. The path led to the city, where she would be able to buy medicine so that Spain could get better and make her food.

There were flowers lining the path. She tried to ignore them, but the more she looked at their light purple petals, the more she couldn't help but think that if she picked some for Spain he would get better faster.

Finally, she stopped and sighed. Fine. She would pick a couple of flowers and keep them in her pocket to give to Spain when she gave him the medicine.

She veered slightly off the path so that she was standing in a clump of the small purple flowers, and then she picked a couple of the biggest ones- three of them, in fact -before turning around, only to find her path blocked by a large man wearing a white mask over his eyes. She scowled, recognizing him from the one time she saw him and Spain arguing when she sneaked downstairs one night to steal some tomatoes.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" she asked, scowling. "Get the hell outta my way!"

He smiled, then reached down and grabbed her by the collar, lifting her off of her feet. "No..." he said, throwing her over his shoulder. "I'm taking you with me. Spain doesn't deserve a charming little territory such as yourself-"

Romana twisted around, flailing her arms and kicking, then screamed at the top of her lungs. She screamed so loud, in fact, that Spain- who was awake at this time, luckily enough -actually heard her. Instantly, he dropped his glass of water (which shattered on the floor) and ran outside, wearing literally nothing but his night shirt. Not even shoes.

He ran in the direction of the scream, as fast as his sickness-addled body could manage. When he finally stopped running, it was only because he crashed headlong into Turkey- for that was who the masked man was -who was standing in the middle of the path, struggling with little Romana.

Once Spain had crashed into them, Turkey was sent flying. Romana was tossed out of his hands and flew, screaming, through the air. Spain staggered, staying on his feet, then reached out and caught Romana by her leg. He somehow managed to swing her into his arms, and she somehow managed not to stab him with her butterknife, which she had been using to stab at Turkey's face.

"Spain!" she shouted, throwing her arms around him. "You're not sick anymore!"

"No..." he said tiredly. "I'm still sick."

Instantly she pulled back. "Ew. Put me down then! I don't want to get sick!" She wriggled, doing her best to get free of him. As she wriggled, she realized that her dress was wet. Looking down, she saw... Oh god... There were... TOMATO STAINS on her WHITE DRESS. Instantly the air crackled with rage.

"What is it?" Spain asked her hazily, feeling her stiffen with rage.

"He... HE SMUSHED MY TOMATOES AND HE STAINED BY DRESS!" Romana wriggled out of Spain's arms, hand tight around the butterknife. "YOU!" she screamed. Turkey whirled around at her words, though he was still lying in the middle of the path.

"What is it?" he asked confusedly.

"YOU STINKING PILE OF HORSESHIT." she yelled. "YOU STAINED MY DRESS! THIS IS MY MOST FAVORITE DRESS!"

Turkey made a face. "Girls. Why do you care so much about your stupid dress-"

Romana threw her butterknife at him. It didn't really do anything, just hit him handle first in the middle of his forehead, but it was enough for him to know that she was really fucking pissed.

"Alright, alright!" he said, scrambling to his feet and holding his hands in front of him. "I'll just go bother Greece then!" With that, he turned and ran away as fast as he could, leaving Romana to breathe heavily as she tried to calm down.

She whirled around, glaring at Spain. "Okay, you go back home, and I'll get your medicine." She turned and grabbed her butterknife.

"It's not safe," said Spain.

"Go," she ordered. Obediently, he turned and went back home.

And guess what? An hour later, Romana came back with the medicine, and she gave him some, and she gave him her flowers that she'd picked, and within two days he was better, and... Romana was sick.

A/N So yeah, cuteness.

This was requested by Starfire67