slightly mortified just by knowing that.

Gilbert was here to hear this.

grins and hugs his fratello.

scared. Something's wrong with her goddammit... and she's lucky no potato-bastard's around. "What's that grin for?" hugs him back hesitantly

continues grinning. "Fratello finally likes potatoes! I told you that they're good!"

"N-no, I don't like it! I just suddenly want to eat it... Fucking hell, they tasted bland... Ugh." Blanches at the memoties.

*memories.

smiles. "I'll get you lots of potatoes! Don't worry!"

pulls away from him and jabs him at his chest. "No, don't. I mustn't give in to this temptation."

frowns. "B-but..."

him a stern look. "But? What but?"

cowers. "Nothing! Don't hit me!"

sighs and ruffles his hair. "I'm not going to hit you, idiot... Though I should. Given what you did yesterday." >|

looks up, confused. "What did I do...? Ve..."

narrows her eyes at him dangerously. "What you did to my boobs yesterday, idiot."

blinks. "This?" He reaches out and grabs one again.

screams and smacks him on the head with the nearest thing she can get her hands on. "Stop it, dammit!"

falls over and begins to cry. Loudly.

bites her lips and tries to not look too guilty.

curls up and whimpers. "Ve... I just want them too...!"

up and shoots her brother an apologizing stare. "You can go take other's boobs. Just not mine."

frowns. "But they don't like it! And since you're my... sorella, it's okay!"

tilts her head and tries to think. "I don't like it too. So it's not okay at all."

stares down at the floor, sadly. "Oh... is it because Spain-nii would get jealous? I bet he wants to touch them too."

offers him one of her tomatoes. "Th-the hell? No, no, don't bring that bastard into this. He has nothing to do with it. -

I'm not letting anyone touch my boobs"

takes the tomato but seems preoccupied with something. "Oh, okay."

pokes him and wonders what is taking his attention. "Yeah, so there you go. Understand? Hands off my boobs, fratello. Or else."

nods. "Okay."

smiles at him. "Good."