So here it is - promised omake with Spain and Chibimano. Enjoy.

Omake

"Romano!" Spain was standing at his henchman door, wondering what was going on. "Romano, open it, please."

"No fucking way, bastard! Go away!" said the angry Italian.

South Italy hadn't left his room since he suddenly stopped cleaning and ran away. Spain didn't know, what happened. Romano always was difficult to read. He could be angry for almost everything – from bad taste of breakfast, through the fact that his work required something, which was too hard for him, to something Antonio had said or done. Only careful listening of his rant would give Antonio any idea, what could be wrong.

Now Spain was waiting for his maid to bring him spare key to South Italy's room. Meanwhile he tried to make Romano let him in willingly.

"Romano, please, tell me what are you angry at." Spain plead patiently.

"Go away, bastard!" South Italy screamed, but then he added, almost whispering: "Leave me alone…"

His voice was sad, like he was going to cry. For a few seconds there was only silence, but Spain put his ear to the door and began to listen carefully. He raised his eyebrows with shock, when he heard sounds of sobs on the other side of the door. Romano was crying. For Antonio this sound was heartbreaking. Whatever happened, it didn't made Romano mad. It made him sad.

"Romano, are you hurt anywhere?" Spain began.

"Shut up, tomato bastard! I told you to leave me alone!"

"I will, but you have to tell me, what's going on."

"Why do you even care? I'm the worst servant you ever had! You should get rid of me long time ago!"

For a moment Spain was thinking about what he just heard. Is that's why he was sad? He thought that others finds him useless? Antonio leaned closer to Romano's door and said:

"I don't think like that, really, and I don't want to rid of you either."

"You're saying that to fool me, but I know, that's what you think!"

"Sire, here's the key." Maid stood beside Antonio and leaned the item in his direction. He took it and nodded to her.

"Thank you. You can leave." He whispered. But no matter if Romano heard this conversation or not, Antonio still was going to open his door.

He put the key to the hole and turned it twice. Then he caught the doorknob and opened the door to Romano's room. South Italy was sitting in the corner, hugging his knees. A moment later he put his gaze on Spain and sent him cold look, but the Spaniard could see there only tears. He approached Italy and sat beside him on the floor. He even curled an arm around him, but Romano quickly put it down.

"Leave me alone, bastard." He mumbled and turned his eyes on the floor.

"I'm not going to rid of you, I swear." Antonio tried once again to put his arm on Romano's shoulder, but he didn't succeed. Spain decided to try later and said: "Why are you crying?"

"It's not your damn business."

"Oh, come on." Spain said with grin. "You can tell boss everything."

Romano gazed at him once again, but this time there was no coldness in his eyes, only surprise. Suddenly he burst into tears. Antonio put his hand on child beside him and leaned boy closer to himself. Now Italy's head was resting on Spain's lap. Spain was caressing boy's hair, but he knew that Romano could yell at him in any moment for touching him. Surprisingly for the older man, Romano was only weeping.

"Spain…" He began, all of sudden, and looked at his boss. Spain put his eyes on a child. "Spain, why I am so useless?"

"You're not useless…"

"Yes, I am, bastard." Romano cut him harshly. Then he put his head once again on Antonio's lap. "Few minutes ago I broke another of your vases. I can't even do stupid cleaning properly."

"That's not true." Spain grinned to him friendly. "You're not a bad servant."

"But not as good as Feliciano."

Span saddened. That thing again… He wanted to say something, but he didn't. Probably because when he was going to do it, South Italy spoke once again:

"Everyone likes Feliciano more. He's better than me in painting and trade. He's everything, I'm not. Compared to him," He curled himself into ball and added with sob: "I'm nothing."

"Just because you're not as good painter or merchant as him, it doesn't mean, you're nothing." Antonio said, petting boy's head. "For sure there is something, you're good at."

Romano once again raised his head to look at him, but this time his eyes were filled with both sadness and anger.

"And what it is, dumbass? I can't cook, I'm hopeless with cleaning and I'm weak, so I can't defend myself properly! So what is it that I'm good at, bastard?"

"You should find it yourself." Spain explained with smile. "You should find something, which would give you pleasure. At first you might not doing it well – beginnings are always hard, after all – but as much as you will be making progress, it will bring you satisfaction. So you should try many new things and decide, which ones are worth your effort."

For a moment Romano was speechless. He was only observing his boss and probably pondering, what he just heard. Finally he sniffed twice, wiped his face with sleeve and stood up, saying:

"Thanks a lot, Spain."

Antonio smiled even wider and also stood up.

"You welcome, Romano. Now, excuse me, but I have to go." He turned back and began to walk into door's direction, but he had been stopped by Romano:

"What you will be doing now?"

Spain looked back at him with surprise, but then he smiled.

"Oh, I'm going to harvest tomatoes. They are ripe already."

"Can I go with you?"

Antonio liked this idea. Romano needed something to be good at. Gardening would be as good as everything else.

"Of course. There's not enough arms to help."

He leaned his hand to Romano, who hesitantly took it. Then they started together going to the garden and tomato field.

"I will show you how to do it." Spain said, while walking. "But I'm sure, you will like it."