A/N: This was before I really knew how to write anything but dialogue, so here you go...

"Dinner!" Romano jumped on Spain.
"Alright! Give me a minute! We have a guest over!" Spain replied.
"All I'm saying is that it shouldn't be ignored. We have to do something about it." I continued.
"I completely agree. Though, we can't really defend the Canary islands or Spanish Morocco from the British attack." Spain sighed.
"That is true. What are we supposed to do then?" I asked.
"There's not much we can do." He replied.
"Well. I'll be back tomorrow to discuss the matter. I will see you then." I started to collect my stuff.
Spain grabbed my arm, "Why don't you stay for dinner. We're having pulpo a la gallega."
"Isn't that octopus?" I asked, "That sound pretty good."
"Si senorita. I have enough to make three servings."
Romano then noticed me and ran up to me.
"Hello! You're such a pretty lady! Won't you give me a big kissy kiss? Kissy! Kissy! Kiss-kiss!"
Spain pried Romano from my dress, "Sorry about that. He can be a bit out of control."
"Oh no problem. He's so adorable. I can see that you are raising him well." I smiled and ruffled Romano's hair, causing him to blush.
"I'll go start the food." Spain said and started for the kitchen.

2nd POV

You watched as Spain walked into the kitchen and started to prepare the food. You turned to Romano.
"Hey, Romano?"
"Sí, what do you want you bastard." He replied, his face still red.
"Just two seconds ago you were all over me, now you hate me? Where's the logic in that?" You dragged your hands through his hair, "But that's besides the point." You sighed and retracted your hand, "What's it like... you know, living with Antonio?"
Romano's face whitened and turned back to it's normal shade, "You mean that weirdo?" He crosses his arms and turned away, "I hate living here. He's the worst person in the world."
You chuckled a bit at his statement, "You should respect him more. He is your guardian after all. He's a warm, kind, and loving person. I would love to be in your position."
"You're just saying that because you like him." Romano teased.
"So what if I do? That means you would get to see me more often, right? You like me, right?" You were worried about his next answer.
Romano sighed, "I suppose. And, I guess if you do stay, you'll at least feed me breakfast in the morning."
You giggled again and teasingly pushed his arm, "Then why don't you get started with your chores while I help Antonio with dinner. Okay?"
"Sí."
You watched as the short boy left the room with a pail and rag in hand. You started towards the kitchen, when you heard a loud crash.
You ran to the source, which just so happened to be emanating from the far side of the kitchen. As you turned the corner, you found Spain on the ground with a bunch of pans scattered aimlessly around his body.
You gasped, "Oh my god! Antonio! Are you okay?!"
"Sí señorita. Though it seems that I have spilled a few things."
You looked at his elbow which had turned a dark purplish-red. You ran to his side and took a closer look, checking for anymore cuts or bruises.
"Antonio, how did this happen?" You asked.
He pointed to the top shelf on the cabinet above him, "I was trying to reach a pan up there."
Upon closer inspection of his elbow, it was bleeding and leaking a yellow substance, which you assumed was puss.
"Antonio. Where is the medicine cabinet in this house? You're bleeding." You asked him.
"No, no, no. I'm fine chíca. It's just a small cut." He insisted and tried to stand up, only to hiss in pain and lay back down again.
"Romano!" You yelled. Your voice echoed around the house, causing the foundation to shake a bit.
"What?!" He yelled from upstairs.
"Get me some Neosporin and gauze please!" You yelled back and turned back to Spain, "Don't worry." You whispered, "I'll take care of you."
Antonio's face flushed a bit, but not enough for you to notice.
Romano soon stomped down the stairs and handed you the supplies. You quickly grabbed them and thanked him for his help. He nodded and ran back up the stairs, not paying any attention to Antonio.
You unscrewed the cap to the Neosporin and grabbed some wet paper towels.
You pat down the gash in his elbow with the paper towels until it stopped bleeding. Then, you proceeded to rub Neosporin on his cut, causing him to shudder at the sudden cold touch on his skin.
You rubbed his hand with your other arm, "It's okay. I'm almost done." You reassured him.
He nodded and blushed a bit more after hearing your kind words.
You unraveled the gauze from the roll and started to wrap his arm.
He would occasionally flinch because of the pressure. You rubbed his hand again and smiled.
Once you were done, Antonio slowly sat up and wrapped his arms around you, making sure not to move his hurt arm.
"Gracias. I'm so grateful." He smiled.
"You're welcome." You replied and pulled away from his grasp, "Don't move the arm okay?"
"Okay." He replied, but stopped to look into your eyes.
He realized how beautiful they were. They were the perfect shade of (e/c) and they twinkled whenever you moved your head even the slightest bit.
"Chica?" He asked.
You hummed in response.
"What would you say if someone liked you?" He blatantly asked.
You flinched. You knew you weren't expecting this.
You stuttered at first, but seemed to smoothen your tone, "I-I g-guess I'd say my feelings as well."
He smiled back, "Well? How would you reply to this?"
He quickly cupped your chin and pulled you into a kiss. A passionate one at that.
He kissed you until you started to kiss him back. He brushed his tongue against your bottom lip, which you gladly granted access to. He inserted the wet muscle and explored your wet cavern, making sure not to miss any crevice.
Though, good thing have to come to an end and he eventually pulled back to gasp for air.
"I-I love you ______." He stuttered.
"I love you too, Spain."

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