Romano woke up on Spain's couch with a headache. He must've been dehydrated, there had been way too much crying for one night. Romano smirked as he saw the blanket wrapped around himself. That Spaniard was always taking such good care of him. Romano decided to get up and find him.

"Spain? Tomato bastard?" he called out after his friend. Romano was always teasing him with his crude nicknames but it was only because he hated how much he loved Spain. He ran to Spain whenever he needed to share his feelings or cry because Spain always comforted him and understood completely. Romano had a tough time admitting it, but he had a tiny little crush on the Spaniard as well. His perfectly tanned skin and his green eyes made Romano's stomach go all jittery.

Romano heard a noise come from Spain's bedroom so he decided to check on him. Romano knocked at his door but there was no answer. He must've been sleeping. Romano slowly creaked open the door and peeked at the Spaniard. His face immediately felt hot as he looked over and saw Spain, shirtless, laying in bed. He seemed to be muttering something in his sleep.

"R-r-oma no" Romano heard escape Spain's lips. What the fuck was he dreaming about? Romano crept closer, curious as to why he was in the boy's dream.

"Rrrromano." Spain purred, rolling his R's in his sleep. Romano's face was tomato red and decided to wake him up to save both of them the embarrassment.

"Aye Tomato Bastard! Wake up." Romano yelled in Spain's ear. Spain opened his eyes in shock and laughed as he saw the boy standing next to his bed.

"Roma! Buenos días!" Spain said with a huge smile on his face.

"What the hell were you dreaming about?" Romano asked as the Spaniard sat up in bed. Spain blushed and looked down at his feet in shame. He was having a dirty dream. About Romano. Spain just hoped Romano couldn't tell.

"I had a dream about you! We were um- picking tomatoes!" Spain finally lied with a smile. Romano was kind of disappointed. Of course Spain didn't like him back. That's never how it worked.

"Speaking of tomatoes, want to make some breakfast?" Romano suggested, "And put some clothes on you idioto!"

"Oh Roma, do you not want to talk about yesterday?" Spain asked, the smile on his face fading away. Romano suddenly remembered the fight. He was still mad at Italy. This war was going to be rough.

"Can we talk about it later? I'm starving." Romano said glumly as he grabbed Spain's arm. Spain was still only wearing his boxers but Romano didn't mind. He dragged Spain into the kitchen and forced him to wear his tomato apron. Which was really just an excuse to see what Spain would look like as a sexy chef.

As Spain cooked breakfast with Romano looking on, Romano decided to ask Spain some questions.

"Spain, have you ever really really liked  someone but could never admit it because you're scared of your feelings?" Romano asked.

"Oh look at little Roma, all grown up. Someone has a cruuuuushhh" Spain teased as he chopped up some tomatoes.

"Shut up you tomato bastard!" Romano responded angrily.

"If you really love someone, just tell them. If they don't feel the same way, it's fine." Spain said. Romano thought about Spain's advice.

"But what if it ruins a friendship?" Romano finally asked.

"Who are you even talking about Romano?" Spain asked curiously. He desperately wished that Romano was talking about him, but he wasn't sure.

"No one you stupid tomato bastard!" Romano quickly blurted, blushing furiously from the sudden interrogation.

"Just tell him you love him." Spain muttered.

"Him? You think it's a boy? I'm not gay you idioto." Romano defended himself.

"Romano you grew up in my household.. Don't act like it's not a guy." Spain teased.

"What the hell are you talking about!" Romano yelled.

"You wore a dress until you turned 18!" Spain exclaimed, suddenly laughing hysterically.

"Stupid puto. Fine. It's a guy. I don't even know why I'm asking you.. it's not like you've ever liked someone." Romano said grumpily.

"Oh Roma, if only you weren't so blind." Spain muttered under his breath so Romano couldn't hear.

"What did you just say you stupid tomato loving idiot?!" Romano asked.

"Nothing. Just- Breakfast is ready."  said, setting the tomato and churro breakfast in front of his friend. It was a strange combination, but it worked well. Kind of like them.

aightt so 4th chapter 🎉🎉 I hope you guys liked it! I'll be updating once a week or so from now on but that might change thanks to school. Anyway, thank you for reading!