"Romano!" Spain ran down the hall and took a sharp turn, causing him to slip and fall. He looked up to see the giggling boy hiding behind one of the doors.
"Jerk bastard! You're not fast enough!" He ran into the room, shutting the door.
"Come on, Roma. My amigos will be here any second, you have to change," Spain said standing up. He turned the knob only to find it locked.
"Roma! I spent so much on this for you," he said frowning.
"I'll give you a churro if you get dressed," he said. He heard the door unlock and he watched the boy open it slightly.
"With chocolate?" He asked curiously. "Si! They're delicious," Spain said with a smile.
The door opened, revealing the small boy wearing nothing but the puffy white bloomers. He crossed his arms with 'hmph' and walked out pridefully.
"Well, since you're begging me." Spain smiled and followed him to the room, pulling out the small brown dress. He helped him put it on and tied the small white apron on.
He watched as he put on the white hair bow before pulling on the long white socks and small brown shoes.
He admired him as he ran out of the room, the puffy brown skirt revealing white ruffles underneath and a hint of olive toned legs.
"I'm hungry!" He yelled as he ran down the hall. "Si, they'll be here soon!" Spain yelled as he walked out after him. Just then the doorbell rang and he ran to the door. "Roma! They're here!"
He ripped open the door to reveal France, Prussia and little Germany. "The awesome me is here!" Prussia announced as he walked in. "Oui. Now where is he?" France asked looking around excitedly. "Who?" Prussia asked confused.
"Romano! Where is Romano?" France asked. Just then the little boy came out, hands on his hips and angry expression. "There he is! Oh, what a darling little boy!" France yelled.
"You bastards took long. I'm starving and Spain wouldn't feed me," he said. "Ita-chan's big brother. How nice to see you," Prussia said as they walked into the dining room.
He patted his head as he passed by, Spain following with a pat as well and France with a smile.
He turned to the blonde looking at him. "Why are you just standing there?" Romano asked, crossing his arms. Germany only gave a nervous shake of his head before hurrying to where his brother was.
"Roma! Come sit on boss's lap," Spain said. They watched the boy run towards him before climbing into his lap.
"Ah, what a darling little boy," France said smiling at him. "And such a cute dress too. Come, don't you want to sit on big brother's lap?" The blonde patted his lap and Romano shook his head.
"Why would I do that? You're creepy," he said gaining a pout from the Frenchman. "You are so uncute," he said. He looked over to the two German brothers and frowned.
"You're not cute either," he said. "What?! West is the cutest here!" Prussia said banging the table.
"Bruder, please," Germany said turning red. "Do you have any idea what he called me on the way here?" France yelled.
Germany tuned them out as he turned to the small boy across from him.
He sat, elbows on the table as he nibbled onto a churro in a bored fashion. He turned to him and smirked widely, licking the treat.
"Do you want one too?" Spain asked, noticing him staring at Romano.
"I do!" Prussia yelled reaching for the plate full of them. "Do you like sweets, Romano? Big brother can make lots of good ones. Maybe you can come to my house and I'll make you all the sweets you want," France said.
"Give it up, France-y pants. My Roma isn't going anywhere anytime soon," Spain said, hugging the small boy. Romano give a victory smirk as France pouted.
"Now, why don't you go and play with Germany, si?" Spain set the boy down and watched him fix his dress.
"Ja! Go make friends, west. The grown ups need to talk," Prussia said pushing the small blonde foward.
Germany sighed and followed Romano outside to the backyard. He watched him as he ran straight into the field of tomatoes before he sat on the porch alone.
It didn't take long until he found the boy standing in front of him with a dirty apron and socks. He wiped his face, smearing the dirt across his cheek and nose as he scowled at him.
"Hey. You look familiar," Romano said looking at the blonde.
"Oh. I don't think we have met before," Germany said shyly. There was a silence as Germany took in the boy's appearance.
His white apron was covered in dirt and his brown dress was short, with white ruffles exposing slightly underneath. His long white socks reached just above the knee where they were coated in dirt.
His auburn hair was messy and the large white bow in it was loosely tied now and weird.
"Why are you just staring at me?" Romano snapped, hands on hips looking down at him. "No reason," Germany replied, looking down.
"Come on, let's go play," Romano said making the blonde look up. "Okay," he replied shyly.
Romano took his arm and pulled him past the field and towards the big oak tree. "Come on, let's climb it!" Romano said taking one of the limbs.
"I don't think that's safe," Germany replied, watching the Italian pull himself up. He blushed as he stared at the exposed bloomers while Romano continued to climb.
"Don't be such a baby!" Romano sat on the tree branch a d stuck his tongue out at the blonde below.
"You should get down," he said nervously. "Huh? No way! Hey, watch this!" Romano said, turning upside down and letting go of the branch.
Germany only stared in horror as the boy held on with only his legs and his dress went down.
He covered his eyes and stuttered out, "d-don't do that! You're going to fall!" He heard a thud and quickly looked, expecting to see the boy hurt on the floor.
"You really are a baby," Romano said, standing up completely unhurt. "Come on, let's go see the tadpoles!"
He said running over to the small pond. Germany followed and watched as he quickly removed his shoes and socks before stepping inside.
"Look! Spain said they turn into frogs!" Romano said standing in the center of the pond.
"Romano, be careful. You might slip," Germany said from his spot. "You're getting really annoying. You're no fun," Romano said sticking out his tongue.
He stomped around in the water as Germany sat on the rocks, watching him.
"Why do you wear a dress?" He asked making Romano look over. "What? That's a stupid question," Romano said, crossing his arms.
"But boys don't normally wear dresses. Atleast not where I live," Germany said. "Well I do," Romano said kicking water towards him.
They heard Spain calling from the porch and Romano quickly climbed out and put on his shoes and socks. The two boys ran back inside and were met with a loud gasp.
"Romano, your pretty outfit is so filthy!" France said taking in his appearance. "Roma, what did I tell you about this?" Spain asked crossing his arms.
"To not play in the field when I wear my good dresses," Romano replied, clutching his dress and looking down shamefully.
"That's right! Look at how dirty you are," Spain said as he pulled leaves off his hair. "I just wanted a tomato," he said guiltily and Spain's heart melted.
"Aw come on, Toni. Let the kid run around and play in dirt," Prussia said. "That's what being a boy is."
Spain sighed and looked at the Italian. "Okay, let's get your bath ready before dinner is ready." He held his small hand as he led him to the bathroom.
The hot water filled the tub and Spain helped the boy remove the dirty clothes before he went in.
He cheerfully moved his hands about his small frame, trying to wash off the dirt from his soft skin. He helped him dry off before dressing him in his pink dress and following him out to dinner.
"Ah! You are too cute! Let big brother have you!" France said looking at him. "Spain, you have to calm down with the dresses. He's a boy," Prussia teased with a smirk.
"Non! Do not listen to him, he has no fashion!" France lectured. "You know Romano, when I was your age, I also wore very pretty dresses," France boasted.
Dinner ended without much conversation from Romano's end, except to insult his idiot boss. "Ready for bed, Roma?" Spain asked, already removing his clothes.
Romano pulled off his dress and let it fall to the floor before climbing into the bed beside the Spaniard.
"Yeah, whatever idiota." He curled up and felt the large arm wrap around his small waist. "Goodnight, Roma." Romano only shifted comfortably before falling asleep.
Spain smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear before tugging his curl lightly, watching him squirm and whimper in his sleep. How he loved to see his darling little boy so helpless to his touch.
