The best Valentines day (Germano)

Chapter 1

It was a late Monday morning when Romano woke up. He looked over at his clock and sighed. "Why do I-a have to stay with-a this potato Bastardo while my-a brother goes with Spain eh?," he said to himself quietly. He got up and rubbed his head before entering the bathroom with clothes to take a shower. At that moment Germany walked in. "Romano, since it is Valentines jou have the day off. Do vhatever jou please. Just don't make a mess," He said absentmindedly. "Go away you bastardo," Romano squeaked. The tall German went by the scrawny Italians words and walked out. When he got downstairs he started blushing. Even though he knew Romano did not like him, he couldn't help but feel weird around him. He didn't understand what it was, nor why he felt it.
By the time Romano got downstairs Germany was already cleaning up his plate of wurst and pasta. "I'm hun-," Romano said before getting interrupted by a plate pushed toward him. On the plate was tomato's and pasta. Germany didn't know Romano that well but he tried. Romano accepted the plate and blushed. "T-Thanks idiota." Romano said unaware of the day, even though Germany had told him that morning.
Later that day Germany had already done all the chores. While Romano hadn't done any whatsoever. Since there was nothing else left to do Germany grabbed a beer and sat on the couch. He started drinking and watching a movie, interrupted by Romano taking the remote and changing the channel. Germany shrugged and let him, since he wanted to know more about what he liked and disliked. "Do we have-a anything to do today??" Romano asked questionly. "Nein. Ve are just sitting around here for a while," He said sighing. Since doing anything was off the list Romano took a nap on the couch, not caring that the German was there. He felt awkward around him, he didn't know why.