Romano opened his eyes grumpily. He heard a commotion in another room, which he recognised as one that had happened to him. Despite having been a cool night, it was rather hot during the day, and Romano was sweating. "FELICIANO IF THAT'S YOU, I WILL KILL YOU!" Romano shouted as he took off his sweat soaked shirt, and hurried in the direction all the noise was coming from.

Feliciano tried to hide under the covers, jumping back into Spain's bed. "Save...me..." He begged, afraid of what his brother would do to him. Spain was extra grumpy this morning and he threw Feli out again. The young Italian tried his hardest to hide under the bed, his butt sticking out from underneath.

Romano almost pulled down the door separating him from his whining brother, not knowing who's room it was. The first thing he noticed of course was half of his brother sticking out from under the bed. He was about to yell something else at him before charging when he realised who else was in there. Romano froze, immediately feeling self-concious about the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt in front of the man who fancied him.

Spain had to stare at the glistening, naked flesh for a moment, but tore his eyes away. "Get him out!" he yelled. "If you can not control him, then what can you do right?!" He screamed, a bit angry at Romano for all of the name calling and stuff.

Romano scrunched up his face angrily. It wasn't his fault his brother was stupid and didn't know anything about personal space. He was about to yell back, but instead he slammed the door close, and pulled a nearby chest drawer in front of it, not allowing it to open outwards easily. He then he stormed off to find something bigger to put there as well, disabling any attempt to exit the room. That way Spain would be stuck with Feliciano, and Romano wouldn't even try to help. That's what he could do. "YOU STUPID BASTARD!" Romano screamed at the top of his lungs at Spain. There was not guarantee that Spain would hear it, but it helped Romano feel better.

Spain growled and threw something at the door. "YOU'RE THE STUPID BASTARD!!" He screamed back as pitched a royal fit. Feliciano started to scream and cry. "R-ROMANO!! Lemme out!! Please!!! Spain is scary!!!" Tears were running all down his face and he was downright terrified. Antonio was just pissed off to no end.

Romano dragged a table from where ever it was, and put up against the door. "NO! You deserve it too Feliciano!" Romano snarled. He searched and found a few more heavy furniture pieces to put up against the door before going back up to his bed to try to get back to sleep. Even if he didn't it was still good to know they'd be stuck in that room for a very long time. Spain will probably murder Feliciano. Then Germany will murder Spain, and that's two troubles taken care of. Why was Spain so angry at him anyway. He didn't even do anything to Spain, in fact he was trying to help Spain, and Spain starts attacking him for no reason at all. What was that guy's problem?

Feliciano stuck his tongue out at Antonio and climbed out of the nearest window. He then reentered the house and climbed into Germany's bed. Spain was far to weak to get up and try to climb out of the window. He'd just be stuck in here. He yelled something about Romano being an asshole and then resorted to trying for more sleep.

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It quietened down in Spain's room, meaning Feli had already found a way to escape, and Spain had probably gone back to sleep. Smirking, Romano got up from where he was seated on his bed, and pulled himself away from staring at the wall to bang on Spain's door loudly, hopefully waking the bastard up again.

Spain groaned, hearing the noise. "Shut the fuck up!!!!" he screamed. He wasn't sure who that was or why, but it was getting on his nerves. He was trying to get some sleep! "Can't a man sleep?!" he demanded. He was getting more and more angry. "Look! I didn't do shit to you! Stop being an ass and let me sleep!!"

Romano made a face and rolled his eyes. "No you just start calling me useless first thing in the MORNING!" Romano yelled back. Knocking louder. He didn't feel sorry for a single person in the house. Not Germany, or his brother, and definitely not Spain. He hated the first two, and was starting to hate Spain now. So of course he was going to be an ass to them. They treated him like crap anyway.

He groaned. "Seriously? What's your issue? I'm tired!" He snuggled back into his bed. "Seriously! I hardly got any sleep."He yawned. "Your brother kept me up." He covered his head with a pillow. "Just leave me alone!"

"What's your issue? And what were you doing with my brother?" Romano snarled through the door.

"My issue is that if I don get some sleep I'm gonna die. And besides, I wasn't 'doing' anything with your brother. First he knocked me off the porch, then he had the nerve to crawl in my bed like a creeper. You'd think if he was so scared of me he wouldn't go trying to sleep with me." He remembered how Feliciano had been all curled up on him, way to close to be comfortable. "Please Lovino! I'm begging you! Just let me sleep!!"

Romano laughed a little. Though it sounded more like a strangled noise of pity, amusement and almost a little jealousy. "Welcome to the family. Learn to live with it." With that Romano returned to his own room. Still leaving all furniture in front of the door though. He pulled on a set of clothes he'd snuck off to buy the other day when they were buying the house. He didn't fancy staying in his torn, bloodstained garments all the time.

His new clothes consisted of tight muddy brown pants, which gave a hint of a slight curve of muscle to his legs, which were easy to move in. They clung to his hips and buttocks, showing off every detail of their shape, cutting off a few centre-metres below his belly button. His shirt was a soft beige colour, a few sizes too big for him, the material considerably rougher than the smooth texture of his pants, but producing more warmth. The sleeves were airy, looking as though they could fit three of his arms in them, but tightened immediately at his wrists, finishing off the puffy look. The neck line hung low, a semicircle revealing down to just below his pecs at its lowest point, but managing to reveal less of them. The bottom of the shirt looked like it had been torn off instead of cut in the making of the shirt, hanging easily below his buttocks. Planning to keep it in place, and looking neater, Romano searched his room for the belt he had before, but found it no avail. Sighing he tucked the bottom of the shirt into his pants. His shirt hand over his pants, like its sleeves hung over the cuffs, hiding the otherwise noticeable crinkles in his pants from the bulk of the intruding material. It didn't look bad, but Romano would've preferred the belt.
He sat on his bed and gathered his leather knee high boots, pulling them over his feet and pants. They were almost as tight as the pants, and at the top the folded over, showing a darker brown the tan brown the rest of the shoe had. He also slid a knife into his right shoe, just in case he would need it.

Money was left stranded on the table, and Romano scooped it up,fitting it into a pouch, where he slid into his other shoe for safe keeping. He wasn't going to go shopping again, but he might get hungry while he was out, and he didn't know if the island appreciated thieves yet. His task for the day, which he had assigned for himself, was to find a place where he could think without the bastards in his house interrupting. Whether it was at another house, or in some deserted part of the island. On his ship is was his quarters, in Italy it was a small tomato garden just outside of the town he was in. He now needed to find one for this island, which was his new home, a home he was having mixed feelings about.

He slipped out of the house, into the glorious sunshine, and walked briskly along the dirt path, which had green grass framing either side, with a few patches of assorted wildflowers here and there. The house they had chosen was further in-jungle than the main neighborhood, so there wasn't many other houses around, which was good considering they argued loudly almost every second of every day. Romano took a sharp corner onto another path, which was more of trodden down grass rather than an actual path, that continued towards the thick jungle.

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Germany finally let Spain out of the room, removing the furniture from the door. Spain was more than happy to be out, and he went to shower, then wash his clothing. When the clothes dried, he pulled them on and went out with most of the money. It was his to begin with after all. He told Germany he wasn't coming back and the guy blinked a few times. "Why?" He asked, wondering why the still injured man would want to leave the people who could watch over him. "Because. It's time for me to take care of myself. I'm a grown man. I need to act like one." in truth, he just felt like Romano didn't want him around. He left and went out to the towns, buying some rather nice clothes. His others were far to torn. He got several outfits and then got a small flat to rent. Now came the very hardest part. He pulled on some of the clothes. A pair of tight red pants and a button up shirt with a nice vest. He would need a job if he was going to pay rent every month. He had no work history and no reputation, so his best bet was a bar. He went to a few and was turned down a few times before finally getting the job as a bar tender at a little bar near the middle of the town. He knew it wasn't the best or safest job, but seriously, the pay was pretty good. He'd have to come back here later tonight to work, but for now he went to his new home to try and make it a bit more cozy.

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There were so many palm trees that Romano had to keep looking up as not to get hit in the head by a coconut and die. In the end he had to dodge a few. He maneuvered his body through the shrubbery and the low hanging vines, deciding that next time required a sword of sorts to hack everything instead. After a few hours of walking with effort, he stopped over a log and fell face first into a clearing. Blinking in amazement at his discovery, he immediately searched for signs to see if anyone else had been there, which thankfully no one had been, or well no had been obvious about coming. He took a look at the ground, and figured it was actually pretty good for planting seeds despite being an island. H might actually be all ego grow tomatoes if he managed to find a packet of seeds.

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Antonio was forced to go to work and stood behind the counter watching as large men and a few slutty women came in. It was already dark outside and he knew walking home was going to be hell. It'd be dark and full of thrives as well as other criminals. He started his shift, serving alcohol to the drunkards who soon became crazy with drunken desire to fight. A few men had to be throw out, others were trying to get with the girls at the bar. Spain was washing a glass and drying it. This was hard work for a man who should've been in bed, but he wanted to stand on his own to feet. He could make his own money and take care of himself. He would be his own family. It was the life of a lonely man, but he figured this would be the way he had to life. He knew Romano wanted. Orbit to do with him. Feliciano was annoying, and Germany still didn't trust him. He almost wanted to have a drink himself, but he didn't want to get fired. Maybe he'd buy himself a drink another day. Tonight he would make honest money.

Being Romano, on his way back he got lost multiple times. Taking wrong turns, cursing at the changing, similar environment. It was getting dark while he was still in the jungle, and must've been hours after when he finally found the jungle thinning, signaling the way out. Or be of the ways Romano discovered as he stared at the part of town he hadn't really visited yet. A coupled of pubs and things were open, the loud noise scattering up and down the make-shift street. Romano took cautious, sly peeks into each of them as he walked nervously down the street, masquerading his uneasiness with proud, long strides and a puffed out chest. There was one particular bar caught his eye, and he came to a standstill. There were a few hot chicks in there, though most of them weren't his type. Frowning, figuring he had nothing better to do, he entered the bar, tring to make is way inconspicuously to the fair ladies that caught his eyes in the first place.

Spain was flirting with some girls, getting quite a lot of pretty ladies coming around. He winked at a particularly cute girl who giggled sweetly. Some of the women were ignoring him, but quite a few really seemed to like him. He thought maybe he might end up with a girlfriend. That would be nice. He needed a friend around here. Maybe he'd even end up taking one of these fine ladies home with him. He looked around only a little, seeing a few cute guys as well, though the way they were staring at the women, he knew he had no chance with them. He guessed he'd have to be straight. It wasn't that he didn't like women, he just had more of an eye for men.

Romano, on his way to the girl, got knocked over, falling face first into the ground again. He twitched in his place, not removing his face from the ground because of the sudden shock of pain he was in. The guy who bumped into hm was spewing out slurred words of how Romano should look where he was going. As Romano pulled his up and turned around to glad the man, he felt trickles of warm liquid down his face. He put a cautious hand to them, pulling it back he saw what he had suspected. Blood. His nose was bleeding, so was his lip and his forehead. Damn the stupid hard flooring! Romano couldn't tell what it was in the dimlight and mob of people, despite having been face to face with it. "B-bastard!" he stuttered, the volume in his voice rising.