A/N – So I've been wanting to write this, or a story like this, for a while, but by the time I get on to fanfiction I'm no longer in the mood to write it! So, I've finally sat myself down in front of my computer and am going to start it. Here goes nothing! Even if the only thing motivating me is the complete lack of anything else to do…

Romano sat down on his bed and took out his journal. Well, he wouldn't call it a journal, and it definitely was NOT a diary. He liked to think of it more as a log book – keeping track of day to day events and activities. Having something like this made him feel more professional and productive. Although this was purely psychological, it still made him feel better to keep, especially on days when he was feeling particularly useless.

Romano opened up to a fresh page and dated the top left corner, December 24, 2012.

Then he began to write:

Christmas Eve

Woke up around 1:30 PM

Going to America's house for a Christmas Party at 6:00 with Feliciano

Feliciano will spend the night at Germany's.

With a sigh, he closed the book and set it back on the nightstand. He really did not want to go to America's party tonight, but the obnoxious nation had made it quite clear that if anyone were to not show up, there would be consequences. This also meant that everyone would be there, and there were plenty of people Romano did not wish to see at the moment.

Then there was a knock at his bedroom door, "fratello! It's almost two in the afternoon! Are you gonna get up ever!? Not much longer and you'll sleep away the entire day!" Feliciano wined.

"Yea, yea, whetever, I'm up, ok?" Lovino said opening the door.

Feliciano beamed up at him "Merry Christmas Romano!"

"It's not Christmas yet idiota, Don't get ahead of yourself"

Veneziano frowned a little. "You don't have to always be so mean, Romano" but then quickly smiling again "today is going to be so much fun! We'll get to go over to America's house and we can see all our old friends again! And then I get to spend the night with Germany!"

Lovino scowled. There was no way he would be spending Christmas with that damn potato bastard again. Last year was probably one of the worst Christmases he'd ever experienced, and he did not want a rerun of that this year. So Romano planned to stay home this time, which meant that he would be spending Christmas alone for the first time in as long as he could remember.

As Feliciano continued to rant on about Christmas and gingerbread houses and Potato Gnocchi, Romano pushed past him and walked toward the kitchen. Grabbing a kitchen knife and a large, juicy tomato he began to prepare a little snack to tide him over until he got to America's – and even then he couldn't count on America having anything that wasn't either so greasy or so artificial that it was practically inedible.

Feliciano came up and sat down beside Romano at the table. "Wow! I just can't wait to see Austria and Hungary and Japan and Spain and…" Italy continued on to name probably every other country he'd ever met, but Lovino had stopped listening.

Spain. That was right, Spain would be there. Of course he would, everyone was going to be there. It's not like it mattered anyway. Damn it! Why did it matter! It didn't. He hadn't seen Antonio in over a year, and it wasn't like he missed the bastard. He hated the stupid Spaniard and the stupid grin that always seemed to be plastered across his stupid face no matter what was going on. But this didn't stop the fact that Lovino had been a little confused lately – Every time he thought of Antonio his mind seemed to go haywire – his thoughts would become jumbled and he would start arguing with himself. Not to mention the strange feeling he got in his chest, the queasy painful feeling with a hint of something else he couldn't quite decipher. The worst part was he had absolutely no idea why just the mere thought of Spain would make him feel like this. The only logical explanation he could come up with was that since he spent so much time with the idiot when he was younger, his brain wasn't used to being away from him for such a long period of time. If that was really the problem then maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to run into him at the party. Maybe if he could see the stupid tomato bastard again he could calm down and his brain would finally go back to normal. This thought reassured him and he let out a heavy breath which he hadn't realized he'd been holding until then.

"Hey Romano, Are you OK? You were acting really spacey and weird a second ago!"

"I'm fine." grumbled Romano, rolling his eyes at his brother.

A/N – Ok, so that's the end of my first chapter. I have practically the entire story already written out in my head… So it shouldn't take me too long to get up the next one… unless I start procrastinating… which is a very high possibility.