Hey guys, I've done a Spain POV chapter and I wanted to do a Romano one too but his point of view seemed still rather too innocent and childish? So that one will have to wait for now. But I did put more of his thoughts than Spain's in this one, so it's a really innocent chapter.

I have also received an informant about my use of ratings, but I am indeed within the okay limits and I've made sure of it. But I apologise if it makes some of you uncomfortable, I rated it M for a reason and I have given plenty of before hand warnings.

Thank you for the reminder and thank you for those of you reading.

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Stupid Spain and his stupid friends. After pervert France came, Spain has been ignoring me all day.

"Oh Romano! Come sit on big brother's lap! I've brought plenty of sweets," the Frenchman says as he pats his lap with a large smile.

"No way!" He yells before sticking his tongue out and marching away.

"So mean!" He whines.

"Eh? Roma, where are you going?" Spain asks.

Romano ignored him and continues to stomp to his room.

To my room...

My room is... This door? No.

Che palle? Why does that jerk bastard need a house this big? Now I'm lost!

Uh-oh. Where's the bathroom?!

"Roma. There you are."

"Go away!" He yelled as he continued to March away.

No way am I having another accident. I'm eleven years old already, I won't be embarrassed.

"Wait, Roma. France brought cakes. Don't you want to have some?" He asks following me.

Catch a damn hint, jerk bastard!

"Roma!" Spain grabbed his arm and turned him around.

"Why are you being so mean? Come on, a little cake will make you feel better."

Uh-oh. I can't hold it anymore.

"Let me go!" He yells as he tries to hit the Spaniard with his free hand.

"Roma!"

"I-I.."

Everything went silent and the warm liquid spilled down his legs and onto the floor, as he shook and flushed bright red.

"Roma, did you just-" Spain asked looking down and back up to the boy shocked.

"I-I... It's all your fault!" Romano shouted before falling back and letting tears flow down his face.

Spain picked up Romano and sighed.

"I'm sorry, you could have told me," he said with a small chuckle.

"Shuttup!"

"Come on, let's clean this up and get you some fresh clothes," Spain says with his derpy smile.

Lovino only scowls as he looks down ashamed, unaware of the Spaniard trying to hide a smirk from watching that reaction from him.

He helped him clean himself before allowing him to change as he went to clean the mess.

He chuckled to himself as he did so. Why couldn't he just tell him he was lost again and had to go?

His stubbornness was indeed very entertaining. It will definitely define him much later and he couldn't wait to see it. It will be such a sexy sight.

"There you are, Mon Ami. What happened? The coffee is getting cold," France said as he approached the Spaniard leaning on the floor.

"Oh, we just had an accident," Spain said. He finished cleaning and stood up.

"Let's go wash up and eat." The two walked and Spain made sure to bring Romano out of his room and with them.

"Romano, do you like big brother's cake?" France asked excitedly.

"It's terrible," Romano muttered as he devoured his third plate.

Spain only smiled and patted his head. Softly running his fingers through his sensitive curl, laughing as Romano turned red and waved his arms frantically to get him away.

Stupid bastard is always touching it! I... Suppose it does feel kind of good though.