Author's note:

I keep on thinking, when should I post this because I think I got a little writer block. And at first I was going to stop writing. Gaah~

But thank you to my friend, you made me cancel my plan.

And school, oh school… You're just being a pain in the neck..!

Disclaimer: I'm not the owner of Axis Powers Hetalia

Warning: Romano's potty mouth (I've warned you!)

Romano's POV

It was a nice morning in the kitchen...

"That goddamn bastard Spain! Special maid because of being a foul-mouthed..? I would definitely kick his ass later!"

Well, not really nice...

"But too bad you can't since Spain is your master right now, kesesesese~"

I growled at the familiar voice.

"You seem to enjoy this kind of shitty thing, Prussia.."

"Well, I enjoy seeing you feel tortured. It's kinda awesome," he replied as he grinned.

I was going to throw anything that I'm holding right now, and he must be lucky since I'm holding a newspaper. And I was hoping that I'm holding any sharp objects, or Austria's piano would look good when it landed on Prussia. Yeah, it would look good…

"I don't know what are you thinking, but I can tell that it's un-awesome from the look on your face.."

"Fuck off, Prussia. You're just disturbing me here. Why the hell are you here at the first place anyway..?" I shot him a death glare.

"Well, there are several reasons. First, it's because I'm awesome. Second, that's because Spain couldn't bear my awesomeness. Third, it's also because I'm more awesome than you—"

If only looks could kill, Prussia would be dead now.

"I'm sure you can explain the shit without saying awesome this and awesome that," I said flatly, with monotone, but the look is still on my face.

He only grinned.

"Well, mister un-awesome Romano. You should know by now that I'm here to HELP you, and I'm trying my best so you can get along with Spain easier."

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh. And how are you going to help me, Mister-who-claimed-himself-as-awesome..?"

"I'm not claiming as awesome! I AM AWESOME!"

"Shut the fuck up. I had enough with those 'awesome' words, and I don't want to hear any shit from you again. You're getting on my nerve, Prussia.."

"Language, Lovi~"

I can hear someone whining from behind my back.

Without hesitation, I turned around and spat whoever the person is.

"Fuck my goddamn language to he—! Oh, hello…"

I was dealing with Prussia 5 seconds ago until a certain Spaniard showed up.

I could even hear Prussia snickered from across the room.

It's kinda embarrassing since you're cursing in front of your own boss.

I can feel heat rising up my cheeks.

"Why the fuck do you care about my language... boss..?"

"But it's not nice… It makes you look not cute," he said as he put a face that could be described the best as pouting.

Well, he looks kinda cute, but—

Wait.

That word.

That one. Forbidden. Word.

'Cute'

"I'm not cute, you tomato-bastard! And I don't like it when you called me that!"

Even though I said that out loud, I know that my body threatens my words.

I could feel the heat on my face. And by looking at that German bastard, I knew that I'm turning into different shades of red.

"Aww, Lovi's so cute... You just look like—"

"Say tomato and I'll kick the shit out of you."

I think he's confused since he put on that idiot-face.

"How do you know what am I going to say, Lovi..? Are you…"

I stared at him in hope that he will get something. I was hoping that he would go to a conclusion that I knew him.

"Don't tell me that you have a psychic power like those fortune tellers..?"

I swore I headdesk-ed myself.

"Of course not, tomato-bastard. There's a reason for that, that's all."

"It seems that my nickname is officially 'Tomato-bastard', huh..?" he smiled sheepishly.

"I believe so. And how do you know my real name, anyway..?"

"I asked Gil about it!"

I turned around and spotted Prussia sitting on a chair, grinning while humming /not so/ innocently, which is kinda creepy.

"I see," I said flatly.

"So, your name is Lovi, right?"

I felt something sting inside my chest.

I know that Spain used to call me with that pet name, but I can't imagine that the 'Spain' right now calling me the same way like it used to be.

"For your information, my name IS NOT Lovi. I'm Lovino Vargas. It's not only Lovi, it's Lovino," I said as I crossed my arms.

I can hear he slightly chuckled.

"Well, but Lovi is cuter~"

"Stop calling me cute, you bastard!"

And then he whined.

"Why are you calling me bastard then..?"

"Because you're a tomato bastard. Any problem with that?"

"Of course there is!"

I was startled by his voice.

"I'm your boss, Lovi. And you should respect me while you're in my place," he said.

"Fine, fine. Master, boss, whatever."

I rolled my eyes when he went away.

"Well, at least now he calls you 'Lovi', not only 'Romano' or 'Lovino', right..?"

When I take a glance at Prussia, he's not grinning anymore. But he's giving a smile, a really rare smile that you can see.

"…Yeah, but it's kinda… hurt, you know… He's not the same Spain anymore; he's not the same Antonio. Well, I know that he's still Spain, but still… he doesn't remember me, and that what is hurt."

I looked down when I said those words, trying to hide my face.

I know that tears are going to spilled out if I don't control myself.

But suddenly I felt a hand patting my head.

"Hush, Romano. It's just the beginning, that's why we called it as a process. I'm sure he would remember you, in the end. You're the precious one for him after all…"

I looked up and see him smirked down at me.

I can't believe what I just heard.

Among all people, Prussia was the one who said it..?

I smiled a bit.

"Yeah, you're right. It's just the beginning of the process. And about your last statement…"

You're the precious one for him after all…

"I'll try to believe that."

Well, finally I'm able to update this story…

I'm so sorry, but I'm kinda busy with school~

Well, anyway… It seems that I'm going to be more active in FFN, now.

Okay, mind to review?