Romano was arguing with his caretaker. He was sick, though insisting he was fine. Antonio finally just stopped arguing and picked Romano up, carrying him to the couch. The Spaniard grinned a little, he could still carry his little Tomato-Head like a boss!

Romano finally gave up and curled up on the couch. Antonio smiled at him and walked into the kitchen. He came back later with tomato soup and grilled cheese. The Spanish man helped the Italian up and started feeding him like he would when Romano was younger.

Once they were done, Romano had his head laying in Antonio's lap as Antonio sung a lullaby.

"Goodnight... stupid idiot Padre... thanks for taking care of me today." Romano mumbles before falling asleep.