Spain suddenly felt really embarresed for even admitting to that. "It must be all of this pain that's making me act all crazy..I'm sorry."

Romano's heart sank a little bit. "It's...it's alright" Romano tried to take quick peek at Spains wound to see if it was ok, which it was. He knitted his eyebrows together. Everything was so confusing.

He froze. "Romano...are you mad at me...for what I did..?"

"Which part?" Romano assumed it was the kiss, but the last time he assumed seething it didn't turn out like that at all.

"You know..violating you..I didn't want to make you feel defiled. I'm sure it's stupid of me to feel this way."

"Im fine" Romano said quietly, looking every but at Spain, or even near him.

Spain was quiet for a good while. "What would you do if I kissed you again?" he questioned, taking Romano's chin and forcing him to look at him.

Romano grabbed Spain's wrist as if Spain was choking him. "I don't know" Romano replied, his voice still soft.

He pulled his hand away and stared at the floor. "Yeah. Sorry about that." Hebcleared his throat and then stood. "I'll...see you later I guess..maybe.."

Romano looked away again. " I said its alright dammit" . He suddenly felt very self aware, even though at that moment he had no reason to feel that way. "yeah. You'll feel better if you rest" Romano had half a mind to add another useless comment about his own imprisonment, but they would've just gone in circles again.

Antonio just sighed. "I know what you said." He left the room and climbed into his bed, thinking about how all of this had gone down. He felt so stupid for even admitting anything, because now everything would be awkward between him and Romano.

Romano sat there for a moment, recovering from his blushing fit from the earlier event. He decided that everything that just happened was based on the fact that Spain was delirious at the moment, and that he should think of it as nothing more, in fact it would be best if he could completely forget it. And everything done on Romano's part was the fact he was a bit tired and not thinking straight either. He successfully talked himself into believing that, and rolled into the blankets, aiming to get a more comfortable and fulfilling sleep than the previous night.

Spain could hear Germany and Italy gossiping in the other room and he tried to rest. They were talking so low that he wasn't sure what they were even saying. Had Romano gone and told them about what happened? That certainly wouldn't be a good thing if he had. Antonio had a reputation to uphold, and Romano could single handedly destroy that reputation. That thought kept him up most of the night, and eventually he gave up on sleeping. He really wasn't in any pain, so he walked out and stood on the porch. It was dark, so he couldn't see anything, but it was better than just laying in his room. He let his thoughts take him, zoning out for a while.

Romano was sleeping quite soundly. That was until he rolled over to far and smacked his head on the floor. It let out a satisfying thump, and he kind of slid off the bed after. "Stupid potatoes......balls....potatoes" He mumbled, cursing as he pushed himself up off the ground. He stretched, still feeling sleepy and rubbed his eyes. He yawned and went to check out how light the sky was. It wasn't light at all. Grumbling he went back to his bed, and attempted to sleep again, trying to ignore the throbbing that now rebounded in his head.

Antonio heard a noise and sighed, not really caring what it was. He missed his old pirating life and knew thy he may never have that again. He was becoming softer and softer as the days went by, and he just didn't have it in him to be a cruel, ruthless, captian. It brought a certain feeling to his chest that was painful and he wanted to cry, but didn't. He just stood in the dark, wondering why he'd changed so much.

Feliciano heard the sound and frowned, peaking into brother's room to see what might be wrong. He climbed into the bed beside him. "Hey Romano. You ok?" He asked, his innocent eyes staring at Romano.

Romano frowned, pushing his brother off his bed in a fluent movement. "I'm fine now go back to your own bed!" He grouched, not particularly in the mood for his brother's antics.

Feliciano started to sniffle, getting his feelings hurt as was usual. He wasn't very tough. He went running out the front door and ran slam into Antonio who fell, sprawling face first off of the porch. Italy started to scream, not knowing who or what fell. As he didn't get up, feliciano thought he'd killed whoever it was. "O my god!!! I killed somebody!!!" He screeched

Romano tried to cover his ears with the covers, but he couldn't ignore the killing part. Neither could Germany apparently, Romano figured out as he slammed into the country. "You stupid lead sucking bastard!" Romano yelled as he rubbed his shoulder, the main place of impact. Germany just sighed and continued on to see the extent of the damage Italy had caused.

Antonio remained perfectly silent, not really wanting to be found laying on the ground. He tried to crawl away, not feeling like he could stand up at the moment. He was hurting pretty bad now that the pain had been irritated. He'd been just about to be ok before he'd been slammed into by the upset little country. Italy could head him crawling though and screamed again. "It's still moving!!!" It was to dark for anyone to see and that made him try to crawl all the more faster. He had half a mind to just he a begged until he healed, not wanting to stay with the group anymore.

Germany grabbed Feliciano by the ear and pulled him away from the porch, having some stern words with him over the stream of complaints. Romano yawned, looking toward the porch to see what it was his fratello ran into. It was quite dark, and he couldn't see anything, especially not the foot he tripped over. "GYAAH!" Romano yelled in surprise, as he landed half on the cold wood of the building, and half on something more squishy and moving.

The air was squished from Antonio as something fell on him, and as much as he tried to keep quiet, a dark groan escaped his lips. That had not been pleasant at all. He was pretty sure he was caught now, andnhe just laid there pitifully, wishing that he hadn't been discovered trying to make a run -well a crawl- for it.

Feliciano helped as his ear was grabbed by the large country. "Oww! Be gentle!" He whined at the large German man. He hugged Ludwig and tried to get out of the scolding by snuggling deep into him.

After more cursing, Romano jumped at the groan. It was human. He used his hand to see, moving it up the person's toned, gorgeous body until it reached the presumed face. "Spain?"

Germany kept his frown in place, pulling Feliciano off him to look at him in the eyes as much as he could in the darkness. "What happened? Vwy are you vwaking up everybody by screaming?" He ask firmly, trying to see through the darkness at Feliciano's reaction.

((I'M SO SORRY I JUST HAD TO! :rofl:))

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Antonio shoved Romano off of him. "Yes. Now go sit on someone else." He rotorted grumpily. "Shouldn't you be in bed anyway?" He demanded, more than a little annoyed that he was caught.

"I ran into someone on the porch. I don't know who it was and it was dark and they stoppe moving." He looke up at Germany in the most Adorable way he could muster.

Romano rolled his eyes and rolled off Spain. "What are you, my father? And you should be in bed as well!" He retorted, looking the general direction of Spain.

Germany sighed. He and Romano and Feliciano were there, which means it could've just been Spain. But he was asleep in his room the last time Germany checked.
"You still did not have to scream!" He scolded. "What vwere you doing out here anyway?"

"I don't need to be in the bed. An I would be if I wasn't so busy thinking about you." He was extra grumpy and the urge to slap Romano was almost as strong as the urge to kiss him. "Just help me up." He snapped.

Italy frowned. "L-Ludwig...I was scared...! You know I scream when I'm afraid." He was really close to crying. "I came out here because Romano yelled at me."