smells pizza and walks into the kitchen. "Finally, bastard... dinner..."

hears a high voice and turns around. She swore it was Lovino playing around, but got a bit confused when he wasn't there.. her eyes slowly_

wandered down. "The hell?!"

blinks up at her and turns bright red. He had assumed it was Spain. "Wh-who are you and what have you done to Spain bastard?!"

ignores his questions, bending down onto her knees. "Lovino?" She said trying to keep the confusion from her voice. "The hell happened?"

's eyes grow wide in shock. "Y-you turned into a girl?!"

tilts her head slightly, her curl moving with the rest of her hair. "I'm not Spain if you are thinking that."

tears up. "Dammit!! What did you do to him?!"

shakes her head. "Shit..! Don't cry Lovino! I didn't do anything to Spain, he's fine. I promise."

scowls at her. "I don't believe you!"

frowns quietly right back. "Why not? I'm also Italian, Lovino." She assumed the curl would give it away.

"I don't kno-..." His eyes go wide. "ARE YOU MY MOM?!"

opened her mouth to say no. "... Let's go with that..." She decided to lie, it was easier then explaining so much shit to a kid.

huffs. "You're a horrible parent."

frowns. "If I'm a horrible parent, then you don't get pizza." She was sure he was hungry.

cries. "E-even Spain bastard gives me pizza!"

scoops him into her arms, she didn't know what to do with kids. "Shh shh, stop crying, Lovino. I was joking, and besides.. My pizza is

a hell of a lot better then his is."

huffs. "Good. His pizza is crap."

nods a bit. "Si. Now bambino, are you going to be good for me?"

sighs. "I guess...."

nods. "Good." She set him down on the counter. "The pizza should be almost done."

"Good." His stomach growls.

turns from him and opens the oven to check the pizza, it was done. Carefully she took it out to cool. Then she shut the oven off.

started to crawl over towards the pizza.

stops him. "It's not cool enough yet. I don't need you getting damn well burned."

pouts. "I won't!"

frowns. "If you touch it now you will."

"No, I won't!"

frowns. "Be nice, dammit." She had never realized how much of a brat she must have been.

huffs. "I'm hungry, dammit!"

"Wait a few more moments!" He was frustrating! She grabbed the pizza cutter and started to cut the pizza.

watches intently.

cuts a slice for him and hands it to him. "Here, Lovino."

takes it and mumbles to himself grumpily.

sighs at his mumbles and picks up a piece of pizza starting to eat it.

finishes his slice quickly and tries to grab another.

taps his hand lightly. "Don't be rude." Brat kid.. She handed him another slice of pizza. "Ask first."

sticks his tongue out at her before taking it.

grabs the pizza back. "I said don't be rude."

tries to take it back.

keeps it out of his reach. "Say please."

"Vaffanculo!"

glares at him. "Don't make me put soap in your mouth."

glares at her. "No!"

frowns. "I thought you were nice to girls."

"You're not a girl, you're my mom."

frowns. "I'm still a girl, Lovino."

sighs. "Just give me pizza..."

frowns. "Say please."

rolls his eyes. "Please..."

"Va bene." She handed the pizza back.

takes it and starts to eat, grumbling.

frowns a little, she needed Spain's help...

would just be more of a handful if he was around.

that two are better then one even still..

at least might try to be polite if it was just her.

might just keep it just them then..

would prefer it, since he thinks she's his mom.

wouldn't tell him otherwise, this was just easier.

would actually be nicer if he thought she wasn't.

wonder what she should explain, if she decides to tell him she's not his mom..

crawls over the counter to try and grab another slice of pizza.

frowns a bit at this. "Dio, I feel bad for Spain having to raise me now.. I was a fucking brat.." She mumbled to herself.

huffs. "Spain's a bastard..."

nods a bit. "Damn tomato bastard.." She said off handedly without thinking.

just thinks she must be his mother now.

what he would say and do if she said she was his sister...

would probably try to bully her.

wont do that then. She'd feel bad if she hit a little kid. "I lied.." She mumbled.

looks at her. "What?"

"I'm not your mom." She stated.

stares at her. "What?"

"You heard me.. I'm not your mother."

glares at her. "You are!"

shakes her head. "No, I'm not."

cries. "D-dammit!"

gasps when he starts crying, she picked him up and started to rock him. "No, don't cry..!"

clings to her. "W-why don't you want to b-be my mom?"

"I just wouldn't make a good mom. I can still look after you though.." She kissed the top of his head lightly.

whimpers. "You're better than Spain..."

"Am I?" She knew she hated a lot of things her Spain did when she was little.

nods. "Stupid bastard..."

"I hope you're talking about him and not me, Lovino."

frowns and nods. "Si..."

kisses his head. "You promise to be a good boy?"

pauses before nodding. "Si...."

"Va bene. And if you're a good boy, you wont have to do anything." She wouldn't make him clean, if anything he was just as clumsy as she was

as a kid.

blinks in surprise. "Really?"

nods to him. "Mhmm. I wont make you clean or anything."

stares at her

stares at him right back. "What?"

"Really?"

"Si, really."

smiles a bit.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I hate cleaning..."

"Me too, but I'm bigger, so it should be easier, si?"

nods. "Si."