You were sitting on your front lawn peacefully, enjoying the summer air while reading your favourite novel. As you were finishing the last chapter, you swore that you had heard a hyperactive Italian screaming something about relatives in Bayern [1], coming closer from down the street. Peeking up from your book, you saw your friend Feli sprinting towards you, of course being chased by someone again.

"(__f/n__)! (__f/n__)! Quickly! Hide me! I don't want to be hurt!" He screamed in terror, jumping into your lap and shaking like a little Chihuahua. "H-hey! It's okay! Who are you running from?" You asked curiously before a loud voice boomed.

"HEY, IDIOTA. 99% SHIT STORM. YOUR WAY. RIGHT NOW." A thick Italian accent screamed out. You looked your way around the Italian in your lap to another Italian who so happened to be stomping his way over. It was kind of hot. He grabbed Feli by the back of his collar and dragged him off your lap, holding him to eyelevel. Of course, Feli was shorter so his feet weren't touching the ground and he was left dangling in the air by his collar.

"WHERE. ARE. THEY." The angry Italian demanded. "V-ve? I don't know what you're talking about! Heh heh, I don't!" Feli defended sheepishly. You tried to get a better look at the rampaging Italian's face, but Feli was blocking your view. Apparently the look on the dominant Italian's face hardened, scaring Feli even more. "Ve! Don't hit me in front of this Bella! Please!" The Italian dropped Feli and glanced at you with a pissed expression. You smiled lightly, waved your fingers, and mouthed a silent 'hello', which seemingly calmed down his expression.

"E-Eh? Vee~ Lovino, get off mee~" Feli complained when the Italian stepped closer (and apparently on top of Feli) to get a better look at your face. "Huh. I know-a you. You work at the supermarket where I buy my tomatoes…" He analyzed as he brought his face closer to yours. He stopped inches in front you before you finally gained your composer and nodded your head. You stared at his features; dark intense brown eyes, fair skin and chocolate brown hair with a strange curl sticking out of his hair. Almost like Feliciano. After absent mindedly staring at each other for a while, you both blushed and moved your head back.

"Ahh… Lovi, this is my good friend, (__f/n__). (__f/n__) this is my brother—"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it. I go by Romano. Not Lovi. So don't-a call me that," he stated in bland tone, "I can't believe your friends with my idiota Fratello. I don't know why, but he's so stupid." Romano sighed in annoyance.

"Vee!" Feli agreed cheerfully. You giggled at his silliness. "Romano… hmm… I actually call people by a nickname. Like how I call Feliciano, Feli. I think I'll call you……

…………… Roma!" You stated satisfied. Romano looked away and blushed, "Fine, but I might not respond to it," He said stubbornly.

"Anyways, I was walking over here to tell you something, (__f/n__)! But then I got chased here," Feli laughed as he rubbed the back of his head. "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come over for dinner! I made pasta~!" He stated over-excited.

"SO IT WAS YOU!" Romano raged again. "YOU TOOK MY PRECIOUS TOMATOES AND TURNED IT INTO PASTA SAUCE, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF—"

"VEEE, SAVE ME (__F/N__)!" Feli cried as he ran back to home. This time, Romano didn't chase him. His anger instead melted away when he turned to you. "S-So, do you want to come over…? Y-you know, for dinner…" He stammered, heat rising to his cheeks, "You don't have to, but you know, if you do… you get pasta…" Romano said lamely. He quickly turned away to curse in Italian under his breath. You giggled at his sudden shyness. "I would love to Roma." He turned back to you, making you giggle once more.

"You responded to my nickname," You smiled. His blush deepened and he reached his hand out for yours. "C'mon, let's go before you stay something else stupid," He mumbled as you grabbed his hand and started the walk to his house for pasta.