The last person Gilbert expected to see at his house was standing before him. Glaring so hard the ex-nation was afraid his face my get stuck like that. He opened his mouth to tell the other just that when he had to duck a tomato making Gilbird chirp.

"You shut up! This is all your fault." The olive skin Italian snapped.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow and leaned against the side of the house with a smile. "Is it?" He asked and dodged another tomato.

"Yes you selfish bastard!" Romano raged. "Spain, he…he…" Tears filled the pissed Italians eyes and he wiped at them furiously. "The bastard kicked me out and it's all your fault!"

Gilbert sighed and pushed away from the wall walking back towards the door. "I'm not following you here Birdy. Antonio kicked you out and it's my problem why?" Romano grit his teeth watching Gilbert walk towards the door. "Nothing to say Birdy?" He asked pausing hand on the door. Silence fell around them and Gilber cocked his head to the side as if waiting for Romano's reply. When he didn't get one he nodded to himself and laughed once harshly making the Italian flinch. "No wonder Spain kicked you out. He is too dense to read your silence and I am too tired to bother with your childish behavior.

Prussia pulled open the door and Romano sucked in a sharp breath before launching himself at the silverlett crashing into his back to keep him from retreating inside. "IT DOESN'T WORK WITHOUT YOU!" If the other made it inside Romano couldn't follow. He couldn't enter the potato bastards house.

Gilbert was quiet a second before turning around to face Romano only to receive a fist to the check making him stumble back into the side of the house. "Fucking asshole." Romano yelled. "Why do you have to make me say it! Why have you been ignoring us?"

"I wasn't ignoring you!" Prussia snapped rubbing his cheek.

"Spain called! He thinks I didn't know, but I did. He called and called and you never answered. You never came back. You abandoned us."

"It was a onetime thing! We were drunk!" Gilbert shot back.

"It was perfect and you fucking know it! That's why you ran. God forbid you take any fucking responsibility for making me love you both, you selfish fuck!" Romano yelled before coving his mouth as if he could pull the words back in.

Gilbert blinked once and then smiled widely. "Oh Romano I knew you could admit it." He said before pulling the other close to him.

"Shut up! It's not like that. That was a mistake. God damn it Prussia get off me!" The Italian yelled struggling to get free only to have Gilbert grab his hand and pull him into the house. "H-hey. I can't be in here! Damn it Prussia release me!" Romano struggled and went tense as he was drug by Germanys office. The blond raised an eyebrow at him as he went by before they narrowed in a "hurt my brother and die" way. Romano shuddered and followed a little closer behind the albino. "What are we doing?" He asked.

"Well duh Romano we have to make a plan to get Antonio back." Gilbert said leading them into his room and closing the door before swooping down and kissing the stunned man making him blush.

"You don't understand you big oaf. Spain was really mad. I don't think I have ever seen him so pissed." Romano said crossing his arms as Prussia dug around his room looking for something.

"Don't be silly Romano. Spain loves you. He wouldn't actually want you to leave him for good. Besides. I'm awesome. I can make anything work!" He said winking at the brunette making him blush again and roll his eyes. "He loves you too idiot." He muttered as Prussia gathered his things.

"Alright! Let's go get your man!" Prussia said smiling widely placing Gilbird on the desk. "Sorry little buddy. Me and the princess over there have to do this alone."

"I am not a princess!" Romano bristled. "If anyone would be a woman in this fucked up relationship it's you! You're the one who took it in the ass from Spain in the first place."

Long sliver hair kept in the same stylish mess it was normally. White high heel boots laced all the way up creamy thighs stopping just short of black short shorts that looked like they were painted on they were so tight. A deep blue uniform coat with red cuffs left open showing off a flat pale stomach and barely hiding large pump breasts. A devious smirk on her face and a blood red eye winked at him.

Romano shook his head to rid it of the sexy image of a female Prussia only to find the male version smiling at him in reality. "Like what you see?" He asked and Romano scowled harder looking away to hide his blush. "Fuck off." Chuckling was his only reply.

"Can I help you?"

"Well I was thinking you and the awesome me could have a drink. We haven't talked in a while, thought maybe we could catch up."

"Si, me amigo. Talking would involve you answering my phone calls wouldn't it." Antonio refused to turn around from the counter as he slowly and methodically chopped some tomato's. Prussia winced. The Spaniard was mad wasn't he. There was a hardness in his voice that normally wasn't, a tension in his shoulders that shouldn't be there.

Prussia sighed and walked forward hugging his friend from behind arms wrapping around the others middle ad resting his cheek against his broad back. "Antonio, przepraszam." (I'm sorry) Spain frowned at the polish taking a minute to translate it. "Por qué?" (why) Stiff, unrelenting he kept chopping his tomatoes into smaller pieces.

Prussia sighed again and pulled Spain closer. "You are making me feel very un-awesome. Stop it."

"Well disculpa Prussia." (I'm sorry) Spain chopped harder at his tomatoes growing angrier. "I was unaware that it was unfair to be rude to you after you-" Gilbert pulled Antonio around and saw the flash of Conquistador in his green eyes that made the Knight in him yearn for a fight. But that was not why he was here so the prussian fought down the urge and leaned up to kiss Antonio's plum lips.

"Settle Capitán. I have brought you a prize, in hopes that you would forgive me for my absence." Prussia said with flourish as he faked a bow and pointed towards the door. Antonio's fury filled eyes flicked towards the door and took in the half blushing half scowling Romano, his expression blank.

"I…You over chopped your tomatoes dumbass!" Romano said lowering his head and blushing harder. Spain's eyes stayed on the Italian a moment longer before trailing back over to his cutting board. "Si…Si Lovi, I did. Ha ha look at that!" The rage behind those green eyes faded as Antonio lifted his hand to rub at the back of his perfectly wavy haired head and a perfectly beautiful smile graced his lips.

Something in Prussia's chest loosened and it felt better as Romano brushed forward throwing out the ruined vegetable and lecturing Spain on wasting food as Prussia released Antonio and sat at the kitchen table.

Sex.

Sex would have been a better ending. He thought mildly watching as Romano and Spain interacted.

He threw in a word here and there to keep things even. Tease Romano for being bossy. Nag Antonio about how hot his country was. Laugh with Romano when Spain got salsa on his white shirt. Laugh with Antonio when Romano blushed when he was called cute. They could balance. They could make it work not only in the dark under sheets but by the light of day.

There was always time for sex later. Prussia thought eyeing Antonio's dark sun kissed skin along with Romano's hair curl. Like tonight for instance.

They had much to teach each other. Spain and Prussia could teach Romano to smile more. Romano could teach Prussia and Spain to be a little more serious. Spain and Romano could teach Prussia how to love with abandon like he hadn't since living with Russia. There was so much they could do for each other. But tonight…Tonight Prussia was hoping to teach them how to share.

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I plan on making maybe just one more chapter after this one as more of a filler then an actually part of the story I think. Please let me know what you thought.