"And that is why I like tom-WHAAAA ROMANO WHAT IS THIS?!?" Spain cried, snapping the young child from his nap. His brown hair muffled over his face before he blew it back, the little curl on the right side of his head perked back up. Sitting there looking dumb, Spain finally shook his head at the large mess on the ground.
The girl that was with him, (Frist name) (last name), was quite astonished at the sight, but also felt a little bad for Spain. She had asked him to help pick out the 'best' tomatoes at the farmers market, and he delightfully took of the opportunity, and left little Romano at home. Only to discover..
"Bastard. You left me!" the little cried, kicking a empty can across the floor, making a pouty face. (Your name) tried to hold in the giggles that wanted to come out, but she knew Spain didn't deserve this. The poor child was left at home with chores, and being lazy as he was, made a mess instead.
"Not THAT long!" Spain was scanning around the room looking at all the errors, while Romano just stared at your curoius face. He liked her already. He would have actually cleaned the room, if he knew she was coming over. She finally giggled at the annoyed Spainish man, and made Romano crack a smile. He liked her even more.
"Go to your room Romano!" Spain shouted. "(Your name)? Could you.."
You set down the bag of tomatoes on the table next to you.
"Of course I can~"
Romano made another pouting face, before trailing up to his room. (Your name) helped Spain clean up the room once again, and sat down quietly on the couch.
"He's very quiet.." (Your name) began.
"Don't worry. Probably pouted himself to sleep." Spain laughed.
(Your name) wasn't convinced. She got up from the couch, and told the Spaniard she was going to check up on the infant.
Once she got to his room, he instantly looked up at her and grabbed her shirt/jacket/coat.
"I like you Miss (Your name)." he replied hiding his face. She smiled before bending down to the boys eye level.
"I like you to, Romano~"
His face turned red, before puckering his lips. (Your name) laughed, and instead pressed her lips to his cheek. The boy didn't seem to happy, and only shrugged in response.
"Why can't you kiss me?"
(Your name) giggled at his eagerness.
"When your older, you can kiss me."
His brows nit together sadly, then crossed his arms again.
"Will that take long?"
(Your name) put a finger to her chin, pretending to think.
"Eat healthy, and be good to Mr. Spain and you'll grow like a weed!"
Little Romano put it in his mind. In order to kiss (Your name) he's have to eat lots of tomatoes and uggggggh...be nice to Mr. Spain.
Sighing after her second statement, he finally nodded, giving (Your name) a little smile.
'I will kiss you bella..'
~~~~~~~~~~Older Romano naow ;D~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Your name) was searching herself for some ripe tomatoes, from the techniques used from Spain. Romano glanced at her before fixing his tie, before making his way through the small shopping crowd. He stopped right next to her and pretended to be looking at some tomatoes. She looked exactly the same way she did before, pretty (h/c) hair, and stunning (e/c) eyes. Sighing, seeing nothing she liked, she turned to her right, only to be shocked by the handsome, taller, and matured Romano.
"Sorry sir!" she replied, thinking he was just a look alike, unlike he stopped her and pulled her back to face him.
"Don't be bella. I missed you." he said, bluntly than ever. (Your name) could tell it was him now. The voice was deeper now, but she could still sence the same one from when he was a child.
"Romano?!" she tried not to act estatic. "Is that you?!"
"How did you get so.."
She scanned him again, making him give her an odd glance.
"Something wrong bella?"
She bit her lip. She remembered the promise. She knew what he wanted.
He put a finger to her lips and silenced her.
"You have to kiss me now." he smirked. "Like you promised at the tomato bastard's house."
(Your name) blew out through her nose, and looked around to see if anyone was watching.
She then leaned in and press her soft lips to his. For a moment she actually enjoyed it, until she finally pulled back and looked around again shyly.
Romano turned light pink, and began to rub the back of his neck.
"So (your name)...want to go to my house now?"
(Your name) made another one of her famous giggles before lightly taking his hand, making him flinch a little.
"I would love to."
That made Romano smile a little. She decided not to buy any tomatoes today, and just followed him to his house.
~~~~~~~~~~~What is this I don't even...
"You are so pretty (your name).." Romano run one of his hands through your hair softly. You looked up into his sweet brown eyes.
"You aren't so bad yourself-" you lightly punched his shoulder.
She turned slightly pink and looked away.
"What's that over there?"
(Your name) pointed to a weird fuzzing thing sitting on the counter.
"A Mustache.." Romano replied after a few moments of silence.
"Why would you need that?"
There was another pause.
"You know (Your name).." Romano began. "Did you know there is such thing as a potato bastard?"