"Antonio?"you tilted your head to the side.

Antonio kept silent,seeing himself about to explode for who knows why.

"Toni..?"America started,but trailed off when Spain glared at him.

"Don't call me Toni.We're not even close."

You breathed in sharply at his sudden rude remark.He's not the Antonio you knew.

"Toni."you said,gaining his attention.

"(Y/n)."he said with a stoic face."I've got you some medicine and I gathered some of your clothes from your house."

"Uh...thanks."you said as you blushed,imagining how he managed to touch your underwear.

You clutched the hem of your hospital gown.

***

The past three days you were nursed by not only the nurses,but America and Spain themselves.

Spain would always be by your side if possible like how a mother would do,and Alfred would be there to be his assistant and replacement if unavailable: like a father would do.

And right now,Spain was spoon-feeding you.

"Say,aah~!"

"Spain.What.The.Heck."

"Abre por favor(please open)?"he used his puppy dog eyes on you,making you eventually give in.

You opened your mouth hesitantly and swallowed the tomato soup Spain made especially for you.

Not only that,but you also felt so honored having America there,thinking a country gave a damn care.And speaking of damn care...

"Whoops!"America chuckled as he catched your almost tripping figure.Damn my shaking knees!

You gritted your teeth as sweat ran down your forehead.

"Shut up!You know it's the first time since days i'll be able to walk!"

He helped you completely hop down from bed.

"Don't rush it."he grinned."You've got all the time in the world to walk once you get out of here."

"And this happens now,"Spain said as he entered the room.After he spoon-fed you earlier,he went down outside to talk to your doctor about your condition.

"Antonio!What do you mean?"you said as America assisted you to him.

"Chica,"Spain leaned in and whispered huskily in your ear."You know what I mean."

"H-Hey!"America pouted.

Spain pulled back and chuckled.

"I guess I'll just go and check her out and pay the bills first."and he headed out.

"Alfred..."you muttered quietly after a few seconds.

"Mmm?"America raised his brows.

"Thank you for being here.You know...I know you're busy,and--"

"No,no,it's perfectly fine (Y/n)."he smiled.

"Why did you help me?"you said,suddenly serious.

"Duh?Because I'm a hero!Hahaha~"

"No,aside from that.Don't tell me because I'm a citizen of your country and all that crap."

"Uh--"

"If you helped me because of that,then you should've helped the rest of the citizens,not only me."

America went silent for a while,before answering truthfully.

"Because you're a special friend of mine."

"Oh."then why did I feel disappointed?

But little did you know he thinks of you more of that.

***

The next three hours,the two escorted you home.

"Thanks guys.For everything,I mean."

"Anytime dudette~"America smiled while hugging you.

You felt Spain hugging you from behind.

"(Y/n)...I'm sorry but we're going to leave.We've been out of track of our jobs recently... Yeah,maybe our boss' needs us already."

"O-oh...right."you smiled sadly as you break free from them.

Once America turned his back on you,Spain immediately kissed your cheek which made you blush.

"Chica...I have something to tell you before i go.This might be ridiculous, but...I'm Spain."

You widened your eyes in shock.

"What--"

"Bye!!!"he immediately ran away with America.

You waved goodbye and watched their sinking silhouette from afar.

"What.Just.Happened."

Suddenly,your phone from your pocket rang,indicating that you have a message.

You opened your phone and found Spain's text message.

Spain

<Hola Chica!I want you to check your album out.Please?

You frowned at his message,before pressing the gallery button.

And there, you saw a picture of you sleeping and Spain kissing you in the hospital!!!

"What the fvck!"

Your face burnt.That pervert!

***

Little did you know Spain set this picture as the wallpaper of his phone.

***

You decided to jog around town the next morning for exercise.Oh god,how you missed the cold morning air and the dark morning.

You carried a bottle of water while you jog wearing a(n) (favorite color)hoodie and put (favorite animal)-styled headphones on.

That is until you accidentally knocked over someone.

You both fell to the ground,you on top.And below you lies an Italian with his eyes closed.

"Uwaaaah~"he groaned in pain.

"I-I'm sorry!"you squeaked,eyes widening in panic.

His eyes slowly opened revealing amber-colored irises,and a cute smile graced his lips.

"Good day,Bella!"

A thin line of pink dusted your face.

"G-Good morning."

You quickly stood up and helped him stand up.

Awkward...

"Ve~isn't this-a magical?"He laughed.

"What do you mean?"you creased your forehead.

"I was told-a that when I hold this-a green blanket in front of a street,I'll-a meet a very important person."

You looked away,embarrassed.

"Uh,yeah...."

"I'm Feliciano Vargas by the way.Do you like pasta?"

"Uh...yeah why not..."

Should you tell your name to this stranger?Sure.You've done it a lot of times already,duh.And he looks harmless,though.Suddenly bringing up the pasta subject out of nowhere.

"(Y/n)(L/n)."you smiled.

***

2p!England glared at 2p!America--which he returned.

2p!Italy crossed his arms between them.

"Stop-a fighting already."he said,a scowl on his face.

"I'll kill you."Allen,2p!America hissed.

The Strawberry-blonde Brit,Oliver,smiled insanely in return.

"Well,i'm sure I'll be the first one to.Have you ever wondered what my cupcakes'll taste like when I put your organs in it?"

"I-a said,enough."Luciano,2p!Italy said firmly."You bastards should-a think of destroying the 1p's instead,not-a to kill each-a other!"

The two went silent for a while,before Oliver huffed and walked away.

The American and British's fight might be over,but only now.Oliver has something rolled up in his sleeves.He planned to rent a house at America himself,stalk Allen and beat him up.To death,maybe.

***

"I really am having fun with you,Bella!"Feliciano(Italy)said with his eyes closed as usual.

"Me too,"you smiled warmly as you twirled your pasta with a fork.

You two were in a 24/7 fancy italian restaurant,and there you both ate pasta and bolognese (and he confirmed your suspicions of him being Italian!).You quite enjoyed each other's company,and you actually found him cute.Especially when his Italian accent strikes.

"So...is this...uh,like a...date?"you said once you finished your plate.

Your mom said that once an unknown guy asks you out for dinner,or in your case--early morning,it's a date.

Yes,Spain asked you out exactly like this the first time you met,but you thought if one is forced to attend through bribery and is irritated with the other,it's not a date :P

"Eh?Date--is this what-a you call it?"he tilted his head to the side in confusion.

What?He doesn't know?Hmm maybe because he's not from here.

"Yea,a date."

"Ah~!So it-a is!"he beamed.

You blushed.Does he even know what he's saying?

Because he is still not finished eating,you watched him ate,even if staring is rude.

Your eyes wandered dangerously close at his hair,at his wierdly loose curl.It stood out too much you were tempted to touch and pull it.

...but of course you tried your best to refrain yourself.It's...rude.You need to act quite a good girl.

Maybe next time if we grow close...

***

You two were now conversing for hours about random things,but suddenly someone just had to call him about something important and he left after you two exchanged numbers and goodbyes.

You sighed sadly.You kinda missed a certain someone's company.

You stood up and made your way outside the restaurant.It's already afternoon.

***

Oliver stepped in inside his new house,and smiled.Perfect town for a perfect hiding place.

He started baking edible cupcakes and gave them to his new neighbors,wanting to be with good terms with them.

He reached the house across his,and as he was about to press the doorbell,a feminine voice was heard behind.

"Excuse me,but may I know who you are and why are you in my front porch?"

He whirled around and saw a dashing female wearing simple (f/c) hoodie and black skinny jeans.

"O-oh..."he trailed off,a blush creeping up his cheeks."The name's Oliver Kirkland,your new neighbor..."

"Oh.Hi Ollie.I'm (Y/n).Welcome to (insert name of subdivision/village here)"you said simply.Well because in your neighborhood you guys have a knack for welcoming new people in.

"I um...baked cupcakes for you.As present."and he held the basket in front of him.

"Thanks,uh..."you went near him and awkwardly accepted it.

He smiled then nodded in acknowledgement before heading home.

That girl is quite...interesting.

***