Ever since the first night you started living with the Italy brothers you still couldn't sleep alone. When you tried to sleep in your own bed, you'd always end up back in Romano's bed because of a nightmare. When you woke up from your restless slumber your heart was racing and your forehead was drenched in sweat. Still, no matter how hard you tried you couldn't remember exactly what you were scared of, which was probably for the best. Romano acted reluctant to let you stay with him at first because of his tsundere personality, but you would always end up wrapped in his arms in the end.
Romano was actually beginning to show more emotion around you, and really thought of you as his own flesh and blood. Whenever Spain or Veneziano would say something about "how cute it is" or "how much he cares for you" his usual scowl would return to his face, and he would start cussing them out.
?" You sat next to your papa on the couch and asked tiredly, rubbing your eyes with your knuckles.
"Si, bella?" Romano took his attention away from the TV and immediately noticed how you were struggling to keep your eyes open.
" You yawned, making Romano chuckle.
"Alright, bella." He smiled at you and put you on his lap, "Just go to sleep."
Your petite arms made their way around his neck while your head rested on his shoulder, and within minutes you were sound asleep.
"Buonanotte, mia bella ______." He whispered and kissed your head.
You awoke the next morning to the bright sun pouring yellow light onto your small figure. Looking around you realized you were in your papa's room and, sure enough, your papa was laying sound asleep next to you.
'He must've carried me here last night
' You confirmed to yourself.
Careful not to awake him, you lightly jumped out of bed and toddled your way to the kitchen. You always woke Romano up when you did, but today you decided to let him sleep in. You open the fridge and fiddled around until you found what you were looking for. A tomato!
With your prize in hand, you dragged yourself to the living room, climbed on the couch, retrieved the remote from the table, and turned on the television. It was still fairly early in the morning, so you had the TV to yourself for the few hours before your papa and uncle woke up. Flipping through the channels, you finally settled on <TVshow> before getting comfortable and taking a bite from your tomato. You were about halfway through your show when the front door slammed open to reveal a cheerful Spaniard carrying a bag.
"Hola, ______! Is your padre up yet?" He strolled over to you and messed up your hair.
"No, it's to early for daddy and uncle to wake up." You giggled.
"I figured that. So, how would you like to go to the beach with your Uncle Spain?"
"Yeah!" You exclaimed and popped the last bite of your tomato in your mouth.
"Bueno! I bought you a bath suit before I came here, so go put it on." Spain handed you the bag he was holding. You reached inside and pulled out a <one/two> piece, <color> bathing suit.
"Grazie!" You yelled back to you uncle as you ran to the bathroom to get changed.
"De nada, _____. I'll go tell Romano where we're going!"
While you were getting changed into your swimsuit, Spain made his way upstairs and maneuvered through the hallways to make his way to Romano's room. Quietly sneaking next to the sleeping Italian, he poked his cheek only to get a grunt in response. Smiling, Spain repeatedly poked his face, and probably would've gotten punched if Romano had been fully awake.
"Romano~ I'm going to take _____ for the day, okay?" He asked in a sing-song voice.
" Romano mumbled still half-asleep.
Spain chuckled to himself and returned to the living room where you sat on the couch waiting for him.
"Come on, chica, your papa said it was okay to go!"
"Yay!" You cheered and ran out the front door with your uncle Spain.
"What flavor ice cream do you want, chica?" Spain asked as you stood in line for the ice cream cart. You were having trouble making up your mind, what with all of the various flavors they had, but eventually one caught your eye.
"Can I have <flavor>?"
"Of course! Two cones of <flavor> por favor."
" Romano groaned as he woke up from his slumber, but what surprised him was that you weren't the one waking him. Rolling over on his side to face where you usually sleep, his heart skipped a beat when he noticed your absence.
"_____?" He called, but was only answered with silence.
"_____!?" He called again in a more panicked tone.
"Fratello, what's wrong!?" Veneziano slammed the door open to see his brother frantically searching the room.
"Why the hell do you think I'm-a calling ____!? She's fucking missing!" Romano yelled back at his brother.
"Ve!? Sh-she's probably-a still in the house somewhere! We just need to look!"
"S-si you're right, for once." He muttered the last part.
You were playing in the sand with Spain, making a sandcastle by the ocean while you listened to the calming sound of waves hitting the shore.
"This is fun Uncle Spain!" You beamed at him.
"I'm glad you think so, chica! Why don't you go find some seashells for our sandcastle?"
"Okay!" You ran into the shallow parts of the water to begin your collecting.
"She's not anywhere upstairs!" The younger of the two brothers called to the older one.
"Fuck! I'll check downstairs and you-a go check outside!" Romano shouted back as he ran down the stairs in a panic.
Both you and Spain admired your hard work. After an hour of constructing with sand and mud, your sandcastle was finally complete! It had a large base, four tall towers, a moat, and walls decorated with seashells.
"Good job, ____! It looks great!" Spain praised and patted your head.
"Grazie for helping me, Uncle Spain!" You exclaimed as you hugged him.
"No problemo, chica! Now why don't we go play in the water?"
"Damn it, where the fuck is she!?" Romano cursed loudly to himself as he frantically searched around the first floor of the house for any signs of you.
"Fratello, I checked around the yard and in the garden, but I-a can't find her!" Veneziano yelled in a panicked tone.
"Go check the street! Maybe-a she went on a walk!" Romano snapped at his younger brother.
"Wah! O-okay!" He ran out the door to look for you and escape from his angered/panicked brother.
"Okay, _____, I think it's time to go home." Spain told you as he wrapped a towel around you to protect your wet form from the cool breeze.
"Aw, okay Uncle Spain. Can we come back again?" You asked innocently.
"Damn it I can't find her anywhere!" Romano screamed in frustration.
"I can't either!" Veneziano panicked and buried his face in his hands, "What if-a she got kidnapped!?"
"Don't fucking say that!"
Both twins were in the verge of tears at this point.
"Romano! We're home!" Spain called from the front door.
"We?" Both brothers questioned, and ran to the door.
"Si, _____ and I are back from the beach!"
Both of the Italians stood there staring at you in the Spaniard's arms. However, one had an expression of relief, while the other looked like he was going to rip someone's head off.
"What the hell, Spain!? You-a scared the crap out of me! We were-a looking for _____ all day, and you had her the whole freaking time!?" Romano yelled at Spain, his face red with anger.
"Si, don't you remember Roma? I asked you this morning, and you said I could." Spain answered with his face and voice drenched in innocence.
"When-a the hell did this-a happen!?"
"While you were still half asleep."
"You can't just- You know what? Screw it." Romano gave up without much of a struggle, despite the anger the still circulated through him. At least you were alright.
"Did you-a have fun, Bella?" He asked as he took you from Spain's grasp.
"Si, papa! Uncle Spain bought me ice cream!" You smiled cheerfully.
"That's good." Romano stated calmly, trying not to explode in front of you.
"Daddy, your face is all red
"I know, bella
Why don't you go outside and-a play with Uncle Veneziano?"
"Okay, daddy!" He put you on the ground, and you ran outside with your Uncle at your heels. Once you were out of hearing range, Romano turned his attention back to Spain.
"You fucking bastard! You scared-a the shit out of me! I though she was-a kidnapped or something!"
"Relax, Romano! I asked you, so you have no right to get mad." Spain smiled teasingly at the angered Italian.
"I was half-asleep! You could've at least-a made sure that I was fully awake!"
"Si, but then you would've said no."
"I'm going to beat the fuck out of you."