"or thrown you into a metal cage, then forced you to work" Romano recounted what happened after he'd been stabbed sourly. The only thing he got to help was a rag of a bandage.

Spain rolled his eyes. "Do you really think I'd even be capable of that? I can't even stand. Besides, I took good care of you."

"Your crew didn't". Romano retorted, crossing his arms and glaring at the Spanish man.

" 's not my fault." He slurred as the pain welled back up. "Told them 'ta treat 'ya nice and 'sall.." He was getting paler by the second and he tried to hold onto his consciousness. "Damn it...my back hurts.." He muttered.

Romano crossed the room quickly to inspect the injury. It wasn't bleeding again, it was probably just the pain. "Yeah. That happens when you get shot idiot." Romano rolled his eyes, racking his brain to see if there was something he could use to ease the pain:

"I'm not an idiot." He whined. "It's not like I wanted to get shot." he had the oddest pout on his face. "And I'm not a bastard either." He glared like a child who couldn't get their way.

"oh you are totally an idiot" Romano grinned, leaning closer to Spain. Spain's expressions were utterly hilarious and adorable in Romano book. But at the same time it made him want to clobber Spain. He wasn't sure why... "you sure act like a bastard!"

"You act more like a bastard for provoking a sick old man!" He was referring to himself, though he wasn't old, and though he was wounded, he wasn't sick. He stuck that pink tongue of his put at Romano in a mocking way. "Besides. You have to treat me nice. I was nice to your brother."

"well I have to do something equal to forcing me to work with a hole in my side." Romano frowned, having an urge to cut off the tongue that was poked at him. "So I've heard. That was a bastard act though. I was worried about him. A lot." Romano looked away, he was unsure if he was trying to make Spain fill bad or not. But from what he's learn't, Spain would probably go by unfazed.

Spain sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you, emotionally or physically. I had a uphold a certain reputation. I couldn't afford a munity." He frowned and touched Romano's face in a loving way. "Can you forgive me? I didn't want to." He looked close to tears, the pain was making him act weird.

Romano blushed like mad. It was a weird touch, but he didn't not like it. He slapped away Spain's hand none the less. "B-bastard." He tried hiss out, but instead it was more of a splutter. "Fine then. If you didn't mean it" Romano turned his head in the opposite direction, trying to fight back the blush that had inhabited his face.

Spain jerked back as his hand was slapped. "S-Sorry...I'm feeling odd.." He was Also blushing, though not as much as Romano. "Are you alright?" He asked kindly. "You're flushed. Perhaps you should rest if you are ill."

"I-I-I'm fine" Romano concluded standing up. "You, you should rest a-and get some sleep... or something" He stuttered, leaving the room. He passed by Germany and his brother, who seemed to have calmed down, and when they saw Romano's face, Feliciano began to giggle and Germany smiled a little. Romano ignored them both and went straight to what was supposed to be his room, and plopped down on his own bed, which was much comfier than the wooden floor he had slept on for the previous night. He touched the place where Spain had touched him, which made him blush a little harder. The sensation was weird, but it still felt nice.

"Veh~ Brother was blushing a bit" Italy giggled, looking in the direction his fratello went.
"Yeah he vwas" Germany agreed, looking in the direction Romano had come from, where Spain was. What exactly had happened there he wondered. Maybe Romano had confessed? Probably not. Romano seemed to have too much pride for that.

Spain was tired, but he didn't think he could sleep. Romano had seemed so flustered by the simple touch that had only been meant in the friendliest of ways. He wondered what this all meant. Why had his touch drawn such a strange reaction from the little country? It had Spain slightly worried. Did Romano dislike him that much? He hadn't thought that simple touch desearved such a response. He hadn't wanted Romano to leave the room.

"I'm going to go ask what happened ve~" Italy sang as he ran in the direction of Spain's room. He was stopped by Germany grabbing his collar and dragging him back his original place.
"Dont. Its not your business." Germany commanded. Spain probably didn't want to bothered, and Germany preferred they kept his distance from him. Romano maybe helping him, but he was still untrustworthy. After all, he had tried to kill them all at least once.

Romano squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted some sleep as well, he was still exhausted from all the working and rowing and the being injured. But sleep was fended off by his thoughts. Why had Spain touched him like that? Maybe he had gotten the wrong idea, and mistaken the touch for meaning something else. It didn't really make sense that Spain would like him, hell Romano didn't even want Spain to like him that way. It's not like he liked Spain that way.

Spain got up from his bed, taking a whole considering how bad it hurt for him to even manage standing up at all. He staggered past Germany who was ghosting a very nosy Feliciano. He opened the door to the room he knew was supposed to be Romano's and sat on the edge of his bed, wincing and trying not to show that sitting up even hurt him. "You have to explain to me what just happened. Why did you just leave me like that? Did I do something wrong? I was only trying to say thank you." A look that resembled a slight pout crossed his face. "Last time I checked, thanking someone wasn't something bad."

Romano sat up with a start. Why was Spain in his room? "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be resting?!?" Romano exclaimed. Almost starting to freak out. Romano's face reddened further, and he looked away from Spain, biting his lower lip. "I-it doesn't matter" Romano said quietly. He gripped the bed sheets tightly, the sheets preventing his nails from digging into his palm.

Antonio crossed his arms, attempting to look angry. "I didn't do anything wrong!" He said. "Well, I did try to kill you, but I thought we were past that." He hoped he looked more angry than pained or sorrowful. He really felt bad about all of this. He wasn't very happy about how Spain was acting. He Acctully liked the man, and he didn't want a thing to do with Sntonio it seemed. "Can't we at least be friends? Is that touch to ask of you?"

Romano stared at Spain. "What? Who ever said you did anything wrong?" Romano frowned, he was a bit confused. What was Spain going on about? Romano thought they were already friends at least. "Except try to kill me... yeah. " Romano mumbled under his breath.

Spain grabbed the back of Romano's head and drew him extremely close. "Lovino...." He hummed. "Please. Just give me a chance. I've been kind haven't I? have I not been kind?" He didn't hide the hurt in his voice this time. He wasn't going to lie. He was hurt by this. He collapsed a little, leaning onto Romano. He was tired from excerpting to much energy.

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Romano's face was like a tomato, Spain was way too close and fogging up his thoughts. "I don't....hate you...you bastard" Romano whispered, looking away.

Spain was so tired. "You don't...? Then why are you acting so awkward? I don't get it." he was still laying on Romano in an exhausted way. "I like you..I really do." He said, closing his eyes.

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"In what way?" Romano blurted out without thinking. He immediately regretted asking the question. Spain obviously meant as a friend, and he probably took it the wrong and thought Romano was a hopeless romantic. It probably didnt help that Spain was laying on Romano. Hopefully he didn't fall asleep on him.

Antonio froze for a moment, not wanting to answer at first. He pulled Romano very close and kissed him. "In that way..." He said very quietly.

Romano froze. How was that even possible? They barely knew each other, wasn't it yesterday Spain had tried to kill Romano? "W-why.... H-how?" Romano questioned nervously.