peeking in Spain's window, creeping on him like any good friend would.

noticed the boy and almost fell down from his bed. Startled, he stared at him. "V-Vittorio...?" he spoke sleepily as he got up and walked

towards the window, opening it.

beams derpily. "Ciao~! I just-a wanted to see if you were-a feeling better!" Happy happy happy.

groaned and scratched his head, sighing heavily. "Sometimes...I ask myself how can someone so young be so happy.. no matter what.."

giggles a little. "It's-a BECAUSE I'm-a so young, silly." Leans against the windowsill. "Life's-a too short to be upset all-a the time!"

"I see..." He spoke rather sleepily and gave him a tired smile, patting his head gently. "I'll keep that in mind.."

"You should." Looks rather pleased with himself. "It's-a good advice! I know because I-a gave it." Beam!

laughed and just stared. "Yes. a good advice at... who knows what hour.." He smiled a bit and sat on the other edge of the windowsill.

wiggles a little. "I don't-a sleep at normal times. Because then I'd-a be awake for..." Shudders. "T-tourist time..."

"but if you dont get a good night sleep, you'll end up getting unhealthy, and thats not good now is it Vittorio?"

"Oh, I sleep-a plenty." Beams. "Until past noon. It's-a very nice." Bounce bounce.

"Ah.." He stood quiet for a second and continued. "Are you hungry?"

"Always!" 8D <--- yes, makes that face.

"Would you want something to eat? You're here, I might as well cook you something.." His voice got a tad quiet. "Even though its too late.."

"Si! Per favore!" Looks very pleased as he just clambers through the window.

nodded tiredly and opened the door, walking out of his room, heading down to his kitchen. "Anything in mind?"

Follows after like a lost puppy. "Something with-a ketchup?"

"Eh... Hot Dogs? eh... Rice..? Come on Vittorio, think, my mind is still in the process." he spoke still tiredly, washing his hands and face

"Anything tastes-a good with ketchup." Nods vigorously. He's never helpful, srsly.

"Keep thinking. Something more specific. Or you wont eat at all." he said again, opening the refrigerator and handing the kid a tomato. "Eat

this in the mean time."

Peers at the tomato. Pulls a bottle of ketchup out of his pocket, dumps some on the tomato, and starts munching. "Um... pasta?" 8D

nodded and pointed at the near-by cabinet. "Please hand me the pasta from there and a bowl if you may,that is, if you want to help ofcourse"

Stares a little at the cabinet... is short... STARTS CRAWLING ON THINGS and knocking other things down...

catches them easily and puts them on the counter. "Be careful with what you touch there Vittorio, some of the things there are more worth

than all the supplies of ketchup you have at your house."

giggles. "That's-a not possible! My ketchup is-a very special!" Hums as he tosses pasta out of the cupboard.

"It is, now be careful Vittorio. Or Else." He said groggily and began to prepare the sauce while the water boiled.

"Okay!" Tosses some bowls down onto the counter and says 'oops'.

"DO you want your house with no signs of ketchup whatsoever?"

"Huh?" Looks over as he picks up the pans haphazardly.

"Good." he turned back to his cooking and continued where he left off.

Confused... drops the pans again.

"BY every pan you drop, I'll take a dozen of your bottles. By every glass you break, I'll take a hundred."

Stares at. "But the pans aren't-a breaking..." Picks them up again and sets them heavily on the counter.

"But they fall and make noise." He replied rapidly, placing the pasta to the boiling water. "Just be careful if you dont want any of your

precious ketchup bottles go bye-bye."

Stares in some mild horror, stepping away from the pans. "I-a see why Lovino was-a mad at you..." Mutters this to himself.

"Please keep all thoughts to yourself Vittorio." He said seriously. Mixing the sauce. "Please."

Blinks a couple of times. "I'm-a not very good at that." BRIGHT SMILE.

"DO you want pasta, or not?" he said coldly, he *was* still sleepy.

Pauuuuuuse. "I-a don't know... maybe not really..."

stopped cooking and just let out a heavy sigh, He looked at him, tired. "Why are you here anyways? You told me to cook for you.. and now you

dont want anything..." He let out another heavy sigh and pointed at the front door. "Just leave then."

Holds up a finger. "You-a wanted to cook for me, si?" Smiles brightly. "I was-a just checking on you. I was-a gonna go home, but then you

invited me in!"

sighed and just turned off the stove, crossing his arms. "If you didnt want to, you could of just said it.."

"But it's-a rude to turn down such a nice offer." 8D

sighed and looked at him, crossing his arms. "Do you want food. Or not.?"

"I-a always want food. But you-a keep yelling at me, so I don't-a really want you to cook for me." Bright smile.

"Vittorio.. You're voice is a lot higher than mine.. How can i raise my voice if im tired..?" He said honestly. "I offered, you choose."

That... didn't make... any sense... stares at... "...you're-a confusing me..."

"Im Tired. I havent slept well in the past days. I havent made any sense for a while now."

"Then why weren't-a you sleeping when I got here?" That seems silly...

"Like i said. I havent slept well." He clarified once more, turning the stove on and wrapping up what was left.