I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a few days...I've been busy...I'm terribly sorry, folks

Also this OneShot will have Spanish in it...I know all of it is correct so....yay

AU

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"Can you see him?" Virgil mumbled, leaning on the pale wall behind him, glancing up from his phone. Patton looked at the crowd of people in the airport, eyes scanning everywhere. "Not yet, he'll be here soon!" Patton assured them, holding his sign up higher.

Logan sighed, deciding to situate himself next to Virgil even if he found the wall to be highly unhygienic. "He is arriving from Spain, correct?" Logan questioned, looking at his own phone for the time.

"Uh-huh!" Patton nodded, smiling.

"There he is!" Patton announced a few minutes later, pointing into the crowd. Logan and Virgil looked up at the same time, watching as a man around the same height as them all emerged. His clothes were quite bright and he wore a wide grin on his face, eyes lighting up upon seeing Patton.

He rushed over and picked Patton up in a hug, twirling him around while laughing happily. "Hola, Roman!" Patton giggled after being put down by the energetic man. Logan rose his eyebrow when Roman replied in Spanish, glancing at Virgil who looked just as confused.

"I thought Patton said he didn't speak Spanish..." Virgil murmured to Logan who shrugged his shoulder loosely, "He might have learned it"

Once the two finished their conversation Patton said he needed the toilet, so he would be back in a minute, leaving Roman with Logan and Virgil - two men he didn't know.

Logan, knowing Virgil wouldn't speak, decided to introduce himself.

"Greetings, I am Logan"

Roman stared at him for a few seconds, "Solo entiendo Español"

"D'you know what that means?" Virgil whispered, Logan hesitantly replying with a no. Roman noticed their confusion and spoke again. "Solo hablo español" he said, it coming out in a questioning tone. Again, Logan and Virgil looked confused.

Soon enough, Patton rushed back, still smiling happily. Roman asked him something and Patton paused for a few seconds. "Oh! I'm sorry!" He turned to Logan and Virgil, "heh...I forgot to say he can't speak English!"

"That would have been beneficial information beforehand, Patton" Logan sighed, clasping his hands together.

"I'm sorry! Do you know anything?"

"Nada" Virgil mumbled, gaining Romans attention and earning a smile from the said Spanish boy.

"Oh...Logan?" The smarter man sighed, looking away to think. "Erm... tu eres muy gracioso" he eventually spoke, glancing at Roman who chuckled.

"gracias" he bowed slightly, Logan smirked a little, both staring at each other for a few seconds.

They all left the airport, Patton driving them to their shared home. Roman was permanently staying with them but his room was under construction - meaning he would either have the couch or share a room.

"I wouldn't want him to have the couch but...my room isn't big enough" Patton frowned, glancing at Roman who put his suitcase outside of his room, a smile on his lips and a faraway look in his eyes.

Virgil took a step back, "he's not sharing with me"

"Why? You have a double bed!" Virgil scoffed, gesturing to the man who dragged his hand down the soft wooden door. "I don't know him! I...have trust issues" he muttered, crossing his arms and shrinking into his jacket.

"He can share with me" Logan spoke up, he offered for two reasons: one, he prefers to sit on the couch and if Roman is sleeping there...he cannot and two, he doesn't mind.

"Are you sure?" Logan nodded and patton grinned, thanking him enthusiastically. "I'll be in my room" Virgil spoke, Logan nodded and watched him walk down the hall as Patton spoke to Roman about the room sharing.

"He asked if you were sure" Patton said, looking at Logan with big eyes, Logan nodded. "Tell him I am sure"

Patton did so, earning a grateful smile from Roman. "gracias" he nodded, wheeling his suitcase into Logan's room. Patton explained to Roman Logan had a strict sleeping schedule and hated people touching his stuff before leaving him to unpack.

"Roman?" Logan gained his attention, he stood in one half of the room, gesturing around. "This side" he pointed to the ground, "is yours" he pointed at Roman. Glancing around Roman nodded, chewing his lip. It was nerve wracking - being in a country you didn't know the language of.

"I will be over here" Logan spoke although it was pointless, he watched from his bed as Roman opened his suitcase and pressed it in the corner, an easy way to grab his clothes. He also put up a make-shift bed, putting a pillow on and laying a blanket over the top. Logan couldn't help but watch even if there was an interesting book in his hands.

Roman slowly laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He shuffled to get comfortable when the bed collapsed to the floor, the Spanish boy letting out a shriek. Logan covered his face with his book, laughing into the pages.

"Are you okay?" Logan asked, choking down laughter and removing the book from his face. Roman was on his feet, glaring at the bed that was now laying on the ground.

Roman looked at Logan as he asked, tilting his head to the side. "Ah..." Logan grabbed his phone and pulled up the dreaded...Google translate.

"Uh...E-stas...bieeen?" He knitted his eyebrows together, confusion clear on his face. He looked up at Roman who looked just as confused. Showing him the phone Roman let out a snort.

"Estas bien" he corrected, Logan nodded.

"Sí, sí" Roman smiled, fixing his bed again. Logan watched him lay on the bed again, Roman letting out another shriek as it - once again - collapsed.

This repeated a few times, Roman looking as defeated as the bed on the tenth try, Logan was writhing on his bed, crying with laughter. Roman - still laying on the broken bed - looked over at Logan, he couldn't help but smile at his adorable laughter.

"Tu eres adorable" Roman spoke, gaining Logan's attention. Logan shook his head, showing he didn't understand.

Roman sat up, pointing at Logan. "Adorable"

"I...I apologise, I do not know..." Logan looked helpless.

(Adorable is pronounced differently in Spanish but spelt the same)

Roman shook his head, dismissing it. He fixed the bed once more, cautiously laying on the bed. It didn't move for a few seconds, Roman smiled, opening his mouth to say something when it fell again.

"Hijo de puta!" He yelled out, standing up and kicking the bed. Logan was able to hold back a laugh this time, knowing Roman was mad. He decided to try and help Roman and walked over to the bed, putting the stands up. Then he realised Romans mistake, he didn't click it into place.

Once fixing it he laid on the bed, watching Romans mouth fall. He shook his head, muttering to himself presumably about the bed. Logan chuckled, jumping when Patton suddenly burst in.

"Foods ready!" He hollered, dragging the two downstairs.

During the time Roman and Logan shared a room the two became really close, they also had full conversations in Spanish!...almost, Roman had to correct Logan once or twice - each time he blushed in embarrassment.

One day, Logan was doing some work - complex math.

Roman looked over his shoulder, "tu eres inteligente" he complimented, Logan knowing what it meant a smile grew on his face.

"gracias" Logan replied.

Roman pointed at a question, "Que significa eso?"

Logan stuttered licking his lips. "Uhm..." Roman chuckled, kneeling next to the bed and pointing at the question once more, shrugging after.

"Oh..." Logan caught on, explaining as much as he could in a way for Roman to understand. The Spanish boy had learned some English but was still rusty.

As Logan was explaining he didn't notice Roman inch closer and closer, so close that one more little nudge and he could kiss Logan's cheek, which was what he did.

The smarter man froze, pen in hand freezing its writing. He glanced at Roman, a blush coating his cheeks.

Roman grinned, watching in amusement.

"What was that for?"

Roman shrugged, smiling.

"Me gustas"

"R-really?"

Roman nodded and Logan looked away.

"Me gustas, too" Roman laughed, shaking his head.

That night Logan let him share his bed...

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I have no idea- BUT THE SPANISH IS CORRECT FIGHT ME

I GOT IT FROM MY OLD FATHER

HE KNOWS