Hey guys! Go-chan and Haya have returned! What are we doing? Why, we are writing a SpainxRomano fic oh yes we are! This is companion fic to our other fic TaToaTL, but you don't need to be a Germancest fan following it to understand this lovely Spamano fic with a title full of alliteration as well! Heehee~ So without furthur ado, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Neither Go-chan nor Haya-chan own Hetalia, despite wishes of such a thing. This is completely for the heck of it and for no profits. There are no relations between real-life countries and APH charries x3

Rating: Just so we don't attract any innocent readers, this is starting off as M for planned slash in later chapters. Now, naturally, it's gonna take awhile… Seeing as this is Spamano XD

Enjoy! R&R!

Chapter One: Minty Reactions

The morning air was crisp and slightly chilled as rain drizzled down. Water hung from blades of grass and soaked the shoes trudging through the landscape. Two darkened figures huddled in their thick jackets made their way to the doorstep of their destination. The taller of the two hesitantly reached to knock, pulled back, and then reached for the doorbell. He rang once, then twice before pulling his hand back to cross his arms.

"I can't believe we're coming to this bastard," he muttered darkly as a shiver ran down his spine.

"Nii-chan," the smaller whined as he danced from one foot to the other. He wasn't very used to the cold. Never mind that it really wasn't cold at all. "He is the closest, sì?"

"I don't care! He's going to make a big deal out of all this!" Glowering furiously as to why they had yet to be greeted, the doorbell was pressed several more times.

"Veeee." A long whine, tugging the jacket tighter round himself. When this did not work, the male moved to hug his twin for extra warmth.

His doorbell rang somewhere in the distance. He did not move. It was a dream, surely it was a dream. Everyone knew he wasn't up at this time of day. Even with his love of gardening, he never was the type to get up with the crack of dawn and do so. That could always wait, his beautiful tomatoes could always wait.

It rang a second time. The form moaned and turned onto its other side. Why, why was there someone out? A pause, he listened. In the rain, no less. Who wanted him in the early morning of a rainy day? It made no sense at all. But sense or no sense, the bell began to ring nonstop, refusing to let up or allow him to return to sleep. Not that he would have done so anyway. He was getting up, just at his own pace.

A wince. He knew the floor would be cold. A large yawn and stretching of his arms, tears balling in the corners of his eyes in the size of his yawn. Through the large house he moved, step by step losing the effects of sleep and waking more and more. By the time he reached his front door, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was among the land of the living, awake, and thinking… Just maybe a little behind on that last one.

The man that opened the threshold was wearing nothing more than a pair of forest green sleep pants with burnt red string through the top to be tied in a knot at his front, keeping them riding atop his hips snugly, or at least somewhat. In this all but his legs were in view for the world. The tanned skin was not hampered by the dreary atmosphere, giving off a sunlight the sky no longer possessed for the time being. Over lean muscles a hand lazily scratched his side while the other rubbed a half lidded jade orb. Somewhere between wavy and curly chocolate locks were held in an endearing sort of goofy bed head style this fine morning. Every morning was a fine morning for Spain, no matter the weather or early rising.

"Buenos días," he cooed with a still lethargic smile, yet to recognize his visitors.

"Is that any way to greet guests?" Romano glared from his spot nuzzled into Italy with a light blush on his cheeks. "At least put a shirt on, now let us in."

A slow tilt of the head and blinks of green eyes. What… "Romanito! Ita-chan!" Spain exclaimed, eyes widening. The Italians were worse early birds than he was! Why were they standing on his doorstep in the rain at this time of day? Agh, no, he had to let them in! "Lo siento!" He apologized, tugging the both of them in quickly and shutting the door.

Immediately he was all over them, helping soaking jackets off and moving them to his kitchen. Like a hyperactive squirrel he moved about hurriedly, beginning on drinks, hanging their coats to dry. It took him a short bit to find large fluffy blankets for them, but once acquired he wrapped the both of them up and went right back to work. It wasn't until the cappuccino maker was toiling away did he finally stop and turn to the two, hugging them.

"Why are you two here at a time like this? I'm very happy to see you, but it's so strange!"

"Our house got messed up," Romano said curtly, but not trying to get away from the warmth added to his and Italy's. "So we needed somewhere to go."

"Messed up?" The Spaniard repeated, blinking down at the two of them.

"It went, kaboom!" Feli squealed, waving his arms for affect. A smile played on his lips, despite the severity of the situation.

… It didn't quite click. "It went kaboom? Qué?"

Romano seemed to find the wallpaper extremely interesting, for his eyes bore into it as he spoke, pulling the blanket tighter around him and Italy. "Y-yeah. Something to do with the wiring or plumbing maybe."

"Veeeee?" Italy drawled in confusion, turning to blink and tilt his head at his brother. "I thought it was because someone threw that toy through the window."

"Toy?" Spain didn't like where this was going.

"Yeah, it ticked just like a clock!"

"You two had a bomb thrown in your house!" In a fraction of a second – that is, after the few good seconds it took the country bumpkin to connect the pieces – Spain had the two Italians turned to face him so he could pull their arms from the blanket, stare into their faces, fearfully checking them for wounds. "Are you okay! Did you get hurt!"

"We're fine," Romano hissed as he pulled away from the worried Spaniard before he could start stripping him and find the bandage around his upper arm. That would definitely set the idiot into more of a panic. "Just a few little cuts from glass shards, the medics took care of them 'cause they're nothing. Our boss told us there's no reason for us to hang around and find somewhere to stay so we came to you! It's not that big of a deal!"

Not that big of a deal? Not that big of a deal! They could have been killed, seriously injured beyond repair! Never mind that countries never seemed to be plagued as thus. Tears were springing to green Spanish eyes at the mere concept. If Romanito and Ita-chan were to be hurt… And what's worse, he hadn't even heard about it until they were there informing him after the fact! All of these realizations came crashing down as the tears balled and he sniffed.

"Lo sientooooooo!" He cried, hugging the both of them tightly and nuzzling their heads.

"Get off! Shut up!" Romano wiggled out of Spain's grasp with a huff. "Just feed me and let me go to sleep dammit!"

The other Italian twin, however, had no problem returning the tearful embrace and smiling happily. From his place nuzzled into Antonio he frowned at his brother. "Nii-chan, that's not very nice…"

"It's okay, Ita-chan," Spain consented, giving a laugh and smiling despite himself. "He's cranky because he's tired and hungry, sí?" With one lust snuggle of the cute little brunet in his arms he allowed them to sit at his kitchen table while he whipped up a quick breakfast, halfway through pausing to give them their prepared cappuccinos. Within a good fifteen minutes he'd served up plates of torrijas for the both of them and sat at the opposite end of the table to watch.

Bad circumstances or not, he now had two adorable and more or less unharmed Italian boys eating in his kitchen, and Antonio was going to make the best of it! Tears from before were long gone in the heat of his sunny smile bordering on the stupid side as it often did. Elbows on the tabletop, he rested his chin in his hands and stared, the silver cross necklace he always wore dangling from his neck.

"So you'll be staying here, sí? This will be so much fun~!" The grown male centuries in age giggled, tilting his head. It would be just like when Romano lived with him as a child, but now with Feliciano as well! Well, a little different, considering they were older and had been targeted… Bah, details, details! Spain wasn't about to let them go around all upset about what happened!

When his plate of food had been placed in front of him Romano immediately started to eat, for he was rather hungry. He picked up his cappuccino and took a sip, reveling in the flavor and warmth. Glancing up from the cup shyly, he muttered, "it's fine we stay?"

To this Spain's eyes widened. "Of course it is, mi amigito! Why wouldn't it be?" A frown lived in his lips as he continued speaking earnestly. "You are always welcome in my home, and I hate the thought of you being anywhere else at a time like this!"

One Italian brother looked up from his meal which he had also began to eat almost the moment it was set before him. With sugar and cinnamon splattered against his cheek he said, "grazie, Spain nii-chan," with his mouth full of food and smiling widely.

Looking away from Spain with a light blush, Romano's gaze fell on his brother and he scowled. "You're so messy Feli!" He grabbed a napkin and reached over to start wiping the younger Italian's mouth.

Italy squeezed his eyes shut and whined softly at his brothers administrations to his face, head turning about like a fussy child. "Nii-chan," Feliciano whined, not liking the roughness of the fabric making friction with the tiny cinnamon and sugar sprinkles against his skin. Spain watched all of this and laughed, shaking his head. These two were just too adorable for words, and this thought shown through in the stopping of his laughter and his face gaining a pink tint, smile twitching in his keeping back from smothering them in affection right then and there.

"Oh be quiet. If you weren't so messy I wouldn't be doing this!" Once the whiny Italian was clean, Romano sat back in his seat. He glanced to Spain and flushed. "What are you staring at?"

"Tú~" Spain cooed in reply.

At this Romano flushed a deeper shade of red and furrowed his brows. "Well stop! It's annoying!" As if to hide his embarrassment, Romano grabbed his cappuccino and started drinking. The cup also successfully hid the small smile tugging at his lips.

The progress was amazing, and Spain was quite proud of himself for that. The two were acting like their normal selves even after what happened. And he meant to keep it that way. He stood, mouth open and eyes wide in a dramatic realization expression, to turn. Seconds later he was back facing them, leaning over the table to hold a tomato to Romano's cheek. "They are the same color, sí?"

Italy giggled happily, pointing at the point where the tomato and Romano's skin met. "Sì, il mio fratello maggiore è un pomodoro!"

Romano choked on the sip of cappuccino he had been taking and started sputtering incoherently in anger and embarrassment. His hold on his cup slipped and it crashed to the table, sending the hot beverage and glass shards into the Italian's lap. He jumped at the sound then yelped as the drink fell into his lap. Instantly Romano jumped to his feet and started patting his lap, bright red and tears in his eyes.

"Nii-chan!" Italy exclaimed.

"Romie, halto!" Stepping over the fallen shards, careful of his own bare feet, the conquistador hoisted the blushing Italian into his arms. "You could hurt yourself, mi amigito!" From there he moved to sit him up on the counter and hold a towel to his lap without much care to the bodily contact. He looked back to the other Italian. "Ita-chan, stay away from there, sí? I'll clean it up in a second!"

Very shaken and trying hard not to start crying, Romano just glared at the concerned Spaniard as he tried to clean him up. "This is all your fault!" He whimpered, hiccupping in his attempt to hold back frightened and mortified tears.

"Romie?" And Spain was back to looking at him, frowning at the sight. "Are you alright? Does it hurt? Lo siento, Romie. I was just so happy you two seem to be doing fine with what happened..." A large, tan, comforting hand rose to pat the head of brown hair as an apologetic smile and tilt of the head formed.

"Shut up, you're stupid." With a sniffle and a glare, Romano crossed his arms and did his best to harden his expression. "And of course we're fine. It wasn't that big a deal!"

"Yes it is, Romanito. I would have been really upset if you got hurt." Why was he acting like it was nothing? It had Spain worried. But for now he would let it pass. For now he ruffled the hair of a pouting brunet and moved to begin clearing away the damage at his table dripping to his floor. As he did he smiled. "Do you two want to run and change clothes? Take showers, maybe?"

"I just want to go sleep," Romano muttered, yet to get off the counter.

"At least get into something different! Your clothes are still damp." Spain spoke, stopping in his work to rest his hands atop each other at the end of his procured broom and look at Romano.

All this time Italy had been standing by, watching everything occur. Now he began to sniffle. "Nii-chan... Nii-chan, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get changed too. And I'm fine Feli." Romano sighed and slid off the counter. "Are you done eating? Let's go get changed and get to sleep."

Italy was trembling, big crocodile tears balling up in the corners of his childish russet eyes. Whether you called it a state of shock or his self preservation mechanism, he had been going through the motions of life like he always would. The sound of the shattering cup and his brothers cry broke his built up world. "N-Nii-chan is okay? B-But the d-doctors wrapped you up. They l-looked at you longer." He hiccupped, hands coming to his eyes as he began to full out wail. "N-Nii-chan, I don't want to die, I don't want you to die!" What would he do if his twin died? They had been separated at a young age and when reunited Romano tended to seem annoyed with him, but Feliciano loved his brother! Who else would he play soccer with? Cook and eat pasta and pizza? Sleep curling up against?

It in a matter of seconds that Romano crossed the room to comfort his brother. "Hey chill out Feli!" He awkwardly hugged the blubbering boy and said in his best soothing voice, "I'm fine, you aren't dying and neither am I. It's fine. We're safe with this idiot aren't we?"

Like a lifeline Italy clung to his twin and sobbed. "Nii-chan, did we do something wrong? Why-Why would someone do that? Are they mad at us? I-I didn't mean to do anything bad! I'll apologize, I swear!" A hiccup.

"You didn't do anything Feli! People are just stupid!" Romano could feel his own nerves trying to resurface with Italy's breakdown. With a shaky breath he hugged his brother tighter. "Everything will be fine Feli! Trust me!" His gaze lifted to glare at Spain, eyes begging for help.

Spain had been watching the scene as a spectator, assuming Romano had it covered for the time being by how well he handled it initially. Italy needed his brother to tell him his fine. Course, said brother was as emotional about things, if not more. With the asking of assistance through eye contact Antonio nodded and stepped forward to wrap his arms around the both of them. "Ita-chan, it is okay. Everything will be okay. I'll take care of you, sí? Both of you." Smiling, he gently took the younger Italians arms from around his brother, continuing to coo to him in a calming tone. "C'mon, let's get you in bed." As he gingerly picked the boy up the Italian simply sniffled, for once in his life quiet. Nodding to Romano again, he left the room.

It was to his room that he took them, setting a quietly crying brunet on the mattress. Once he was sure he was fine he went to his drawers and pulled put two T-shirts and shorts for them to wear, passing the two outfits to Romano. Ever smiling, he winked. "You'll help him get changed, sí?"

"Yeah, yeah, you don't need to tell me to!" Romano pushed Spain out of the room then turned to Italy. "You really don't need help getting clothes on do you?"

A shake of his head was the only given reply beyond his standing one of the sets of clothes, eyes downcast. His tears were beginning to dry and now he was just sniffling, tired. Veneciano peeled off his clothes and changed into the dry ones, a bit oversized on him. When he saw his brother was finished dressing as well he hesitantly went to his side to hug him again, burying his face into his side. "Ti amo, Nii-chan… Ti amo, so I don't want you to die…"

Blushing lightly, Romano returned the hug with a hesitant smile. "T-Ti amo Feliciano... Stop worrying so much. Crying doesn't suit you, you know..."

Italy nuzzled his beloved big brother, giggling pathetically. "Just like being a red tomato suits you, Nii-chan?" With the mixture of his exhaustion, the tears, and somewhat calmed nerves he birthed his smile yet again and straightened to kiss his twins cheek then moved to curl up in Spain's bed… The owner of which, by the way, was watching from the cracked open door, nearly dying from the cuteness.

Romano glowered at his brother and crossed his arms as he muttered, "I'm not a tomato..." He stared at Italy for a few seconds and then frowned.

"Hey," he said, gently nudging him. "Shouldn't we go to the guest room?" But Italy was already asleep.

"You can sleep in there!" Oh, too late. Spain forgot that he was supposed to be eavesdropping… Didn't eavesdropping mean staying quiet? In his moving to clamp his hands over his mouth he released the doorknob he'd been holding as well as the wall he'd been leaning against, meaning he then fell face first into the floor of his bedroom through the open door.

Romano twirled around with giant eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

By now Spain had sat up to sit on his floor cross legged and grin up at Romano. "Just making sure you two were okay~"

"No! You were spying on us!"

"Was not!" Spain cried defensively, like a child would when accused of taking a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner… While his cheeks and hands still held traces of the chocolate.

"Yeah whatever." Romano rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Well where are you sleeping?"

"I won't be going back to sleep after all this. I'm fine~" To prove this Spain smiled brightly and patted a fist to the area over his heart. But as this fell as did his smile. "Romie…" Reaching out, he took one of his hands into his, remaining on the floor.

They had yet to tell him the details, he was sure to find them out later. Instead the two, or rather, Romano saw fit to tell him as little as possible. It was disheartening to think he didn't care to share such information, but Spain supposed it was just in his nature. What was worse was that this whole thing happened in the first place. It was normally places of government or business targeted, hardly ever the personification of the country themselves. To be honest Antonio couldn't recall something like that happening in a while. Whenever a nation was attacked it was by another nation. Who would do this? The Italian twins never did anything. Hell, they were about as un-violent as they come. Sure, Romano liked to headbutt people, but that was just friends. Feliciano always ran away. And they were both so sweet… Sweet and innocent. How could they possibly deal with this?

Concerned emerald eyes stared up. "Are you sure you are alright?"

Silence was the response to Spain's inquiry. Romano stared at the hand holding his own with a glare. He didn't try to pull away and his voice didn't rise in volume as he said, "I'm fine Antonio."

How could he be fine? Whimpering under his breath, Spain tightened his hold on Romano's hand, rubbing the top of his palm with the pad of his thumb. "Romanito…"

"What?"

"I'm worried for you. It's not good to keep stuff like this inside."

Romano took a sharp intake of breath and shook his head. "I'm not keeping anything inside. I'm fine."

Clear searching eyes were trained on Romano's face. No smile lingered on Antonio's face, nor a frown or a pout. Just a blank, calmly questioning expression, though his eyes held that anxious look of a fearful child. "Really?"

Why couldn't he just let it go already? Romano pulled his hand away with a low hiss. "I'm fine! Let me go to sleep!"

And now Spain stood, gaining something of desperation in his character. "Romie, please."

"What?" But Spain just stared, unwavering. Tears started building in Romano's eyes and his entire body was shaking. "I said I'm fine dammit! You're so annoying it's frustrating!"

This wasn't going as planned. Course, when did things follow anything like a plan when Romano was involved? Spain just wanted him to show something beyond indifference, not make him angry! "Mi Romanito, don't be upset, por favor." He reached for him so he could hug the Italian. "Lo siento, don't be upset."

"Whatever," Romano looked away with a sigh. "Can I go to sleep now?"

"Sí, lo siento, you must be tired." But even with these words Spain held him for a moment longer, squeezing one last time with his torso hunched slightly so his chin was riding a small shoulder. When he pulled away Spain was smiling. "Sueña con los angelitos, mi amigito~"

The smile wasn't returned or his gaze met as Romano stared at the ground with a dark blush. "Night..." He glanced up at Spain, away, and then quickly threw his arms around his waist in a tight hug. "Grazie!"

He pulled away just as quickly as he initiated the hug, even redder. Without looking up, Romano made his way to the bed and crawled under the covers and cuddled up next to Italy. Smiling, Spain kneeled down where he was and watched them for a while. Until he was quite sure the two brothers were in deep sleep he stayed there, staring at their cute faces and listening to the soft sounds of slumber. Finally he stood and exited the room, but only after he had grabbed his cell phone sitting on the nightstand. He didn't go all too far, really, just to lean against the wall opposite his bedroom door which he left open, eyes trained on the boys even as he as waited for the person on the other end to answer.

"Hola," there was nothing that could even resemble a stupid grin on his face, instead an almost eerily calm and almost cold expression, "Necesito que investigues algo por mí…"

Chapter One End

For all newcomers, I am Go, and I do the wonderful translations~ I am in my third year of German, as is Haya with her French. Where does that leave us for a Spamano fic? Majorly screwed, that's where… Neither of us speaks Spanish or Italian. So, if we have anyone that does, we ask that you please show yourself and offer your assistance! Unless of course you want to see us butcher your language with the horror that are translators…

Anyways~ As the rest of the BTT and friends will show up, you may have to read TaToaTL to understand some things if we mentioned things that happened there with the BTT. R&R there too, pwease?

Everyone may know from TaToaTL that I also do chapter titles, and there they were military terms. Haya is helping me out quite a bit here, because we chose a really off the wall concept for the titles of this here LLL: plants. You know, herbs, vegetables, fruits. They have meanings same as flowers and colors, as hard as that may be to believe. Thus I will be including meanings behind titles here on top of translations of languages other than English.

Alrighty then, let it begin!

Mint = There are multiple meanings to the herb, but the one that struck me was, 'you are overreacting to a small thing,' because of Romie's constant insistences

Buenos días = Good morning

Romanito = An endearing term for the name Romano, adding the suffix of –ito that means something like small boy, I believe

Lo siento! = I'm sorry!

Torrijas = A wonderful breakfast food popular in Spain kind of like a bread pudding. It's made by soaking slices of bread in milk, sugar, and eggs, and then fried in olive oil. They can be served coat with wine, syrup, or honey or also sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon

mi amigito = My little friend

Tú = You

Halto = Stop

Sueña con los angelitos = Sleep well

Necesito que investigues algo por mí… = I need you to do something for me…

Grazie = Thank you

Sì, il mio fratello maggiore è un pomodoro = Yes, my brother is a tomato

Ti amo = I love you