Why can't things go my way? Was there something I did to deserve this? What deity had I so royally screwed over?

I had been truly blessed. Two beautiful, healthy grandsons. Little Feliciano who had the voice and temperament of an Angel. He could cook, clean, paint, and sing better than any I have met before. So well behaved too..

And what of my other grandson you may ask? Why, my innocent, cute little Romano? The grandson whom was named from me? He was on the floor, panting, with a very tan, very fit, very dead man pounding into him like it was his last act. As if God would take him at any moment!

..Oh he wouldn't be that lucky. Castration, that's a suitable punishment for the cocky bastard.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Oh the look on their faces.. First came shock, then anger, then joy and fear. Can you guess who had which? Romano, lacking all humility and rationality of the situation stared at me in obvious excitement, a jubilant cry of "Nonno!" Flying from his mouth, swollen red from hungry kisses.

I think I'll use a spoon..

"R-r-rome?" It was stuttered in both, what I imagined was, surprise and embarrassment. "Don't you 'Rome' me you fucking vagabond! Get your dick out of my grandson!" The warning was low and sharp, yet loud. The man, whom I recognized as "Spain" (I raised that son of a-), Scattered away from Lovino. "N-nonno-!" Apparently the shock had worn off. Roman yanked on his pants, pulling a shirt over his head. His cheeks were stained red, the embarrassment setting in. "How nice of you to visit!~" The Spaniard had the gall to chirp at me. I sent him a withering look that quickly killed the smile blossoming on his face.

"Watch how your tongue wags…lest I chop it off." The look Romano gave me...I shuddered. If looks could kill…I'd wish I was dead. "Nonno.." It was a warning, I could tell. "Hush, Lovino!" I turned a fiery glare to the Spaniard. "How dare you defile my precious Roma?! I'm going to kill you where you stand! Mark my words you filthy-" A book to the head cut me off and I stumbled forward."What the-?" I whirled around to meet the look of someone who was willing to maim. "Nonno. Ti amo. And I missed you. But we're not talking about this!" He screamed childishly, the blush on his face intensifying.

" Like hell I'll-." Another look shut me up. Romano explained slowly (In great detail) why he had allowed the Spaniard to commit the atrocity, even going so far as to claim in was consensual! Giving Spain a once over left me with a good taste in my mouth. He had dark, softly curling hair, a deep tan and shining green eyes. He had been an adorable child...Why couldn't Romano like someone like Germany! He so resembled my own ex-lover. No. He had to go and fall for that chi-ma- Sex with legs and an amazing ass.

Nonno does not approve.