Yandere! Spain, how fun.

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"Ding"

Then there was a knock on the door, for some odd reason.

"Hola Italy! How are you doing today. Good, amazing, terrific, Best day ever, normal, bad, horrible or the worst day ever?"

Spain smiled and conversed cheerfully with North Italy, who was equally as cheerful. Romano pouted as he sat behind a couch, before sliding to go somewhere to avoid conversing with the gleaming pair. He was about to stand up, but was forced to the ground by a colliding force. The force was North Italy, grinning over the fact that he can hug Romano to his content today.

A gloomy shadow came over Romano when Spain glowed more by every minute while hanging out with North Italy. He sulked even more when Spain carried feliciano to the kitchen to do whatever.

He sulked even more, as he stood up, and started dragging his feet across the house to put on his shoes. He went outside, people moving away from the purple aura surrounding the brunette. By the time he reached another house, his aura spread everywhere, even inside the house.

"Dang it. Everyone loves Feliciano. He's cheery, not aggressive, good at everything. He got all the good famous people from his side. I only got the stupid mafia who keeps stealing from me. I can't even do anything about the mafia since I'm too much of a coward. By the way, should coward be chickenard since cows ain't known to be fearful?"

Belgium sweat dropped. Romano was being more emotional lately. Is this what people call, 'man period'? She was confused about why he was talking about North Italy since he didn't provide any background information.

"You are good at things, and Benelux loves you! You are good at cooking, and I guess you can play instruments. And."
also, wasn't some cool historical figures born from your side?

Belgium started to question everything, as Romano sulked even more.

"That's not how English works. Coward has Latin and French roots, and because of that, English cannot mould it to be chickenard."

"But since he is loved, he relies on others even more than how I rely on Spain. And because of that, he can find love, and because of that, he could have another Holy Roman Empire experience.... and he's getting too friendly with that macho bastard, and for some reason, potato bastard looks like the Holy Roman Empire."

"So he does care about Feliciano, although he claims to dislike him."

Belgium smiled at he thought.

"he does have a heart!"

"Y'know, your waffles are better than the American fake one."

"Of course it is! I made and perfected it. It needs to be made with love, not machines."

"But we are getting more advanced in technology. Why won't you use machines?"

"Not for waffles."

"So you can't mass produce it and send it over to my houses?"

"No."

"At least I tried."

Romano sighed. I guess mass producing it, and sending it over to south Italy would ruin the special moments where he could have a excuse to go to the Benelux household.

Speaking of Benelux, Netherlands and Luxembourg came back from who knows where. Netherlands walked around the house, scanning carefully for anything that could have harmed his beautiful tulips, as Luxembourg took off his shoes and walked inside.

Netherlands came back inside, inspecting for any mess in HIS kitchen. He is so paranoid about someone messing up his kitchen, that he installed another one for Belgium and Luxembourg to use. It wasn't in the way of any new guest, and his OCD won't show their wrath.

In this story Belgium and netherlands and Luxembourg shares the same house.
(Benelux （＾∇＾）