Romano's POV:

The young Italian was looking around for the bastard Spain around the house, looking through every crease to see if he could find where he could be. "BASTARDO, WHERE ARE YOU!" he yelled, getting impatient. Wanting to see his face. He could feel his cheeks start to blush knowing that he had a massive crush in the young country. "Romano get your act-" Before he could finish his sentence he got quite of surprise when he got picked up from the air. "LET ME GO!" Romano started to kick his feet.

"Why should I?!" Antonio giggled, holding the young Nation in the air. Romano could feel his whole body turn red knowing that his head was close to his lower region. "JERK BASTARD SPAIN, LET ME GO!!" He kicked more as more, knowing that he was flustered.
"Someone is flustered i see~" Spain started to pick on him, chuckling slightly to himself.  "N-no!" Romano denied his response while he crossed his arms. "You know, you act little for your size you know that... Right!!!" Spain leaned closer to Romano, smirking slightly. "I'm not little, stop it!" He pushed him away lightly, crossing his arms slighty. "Okay, little ine~" He leaned in whispering in his ear before he walked away.