part 11

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Spain POV

I banged on the door, as tears fell down my face. All I could about was the horror if opening the door and seeing my lover....dead.

"ROMANO!"

I shouted but no answer and seconds I hear a small click, my eyes widen and I slowly reach out for the door and turned the knob seeing it turn lifted a heavy weight in my chest for some reason.

I slowly opened the door and before I could see anything a fist hit my face hard, sending me back and hitting the wall. Walking out of the restroom was an angry turtle covered Italian.

I gulped and then smiled seeing he was ok but I knew I wasn't going to be.

"you bastard, I TOLD YOU TO NOT PUT TURTLES IN THE BATH THIS IS THE 206TH TIME YES I FUCKING COUNTED!"

I blinked and all I could do was laugh happily seeing him ok was all that mattered to me.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME IDIOTA!"

I smiled and nodded, I knew how he was and I'm ok with it because behind that cold and angry exterior he is very kind and gentle though no one will believe that expect me.

Romano POV

He's a lost cause, I went back to the restroom removing the turtles and setting them outside. I know I yell at him and call him names but he laughs, he was the first to do that, other people would get offended, fight back or start crying mainly my brother.

I felt like I can be myself around him and I liked it, not that I'll thank him but I do love him.

I could make it up to him later. I step in the bath and relaxed, the only thoughts in my mind was of Spain, I blushed lightly at the memories we spent together and smiled when I remembered cute things we would do.

I hope he asks because I know what my answer will be. After I finished my bath I changed and headed down stairs to see Spain setting the food on the table and looks up at me smiling.

His smile is always so sweet and caring I'm jealous but not really at the same time, that smile is always for me and that makes me happy.

"let's eat amor~"

I nod and I took a seat across from him, as I look at my food and then at the Spaniard. He glanced away quickly as our eyes met which got me confused and wondering why he kept doing that.

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